The Past Returns p10--StoriesMore Like This
They descended the stairs at a good pace. "Come on, Dragonborn! This is training!" Minx knew she was a terrible pace-setter. The girl was having a very, very difficult time keeping up. Along the path, they had lost General Tullius, but not Ulfric Stormcloak. The man kept pace with them well.
"Please!" Jaire huffed. "I cannot keep up!"
The vampire slowed down and stopped, holding an arm out to make the other two pause as well. "There she is," she practically purred. "Your first bit of real training, Dovakiin. That Thalmor bitch."
"I can't!" the Imperial squeaked, watching her bodyguard fling a blade and pin the woman to the ground without really aiming. "The Lady Mara "
Minx bent over the Altmer with a deadly sneer. "It's not the Lady Mara that I care about. What would Talos want?"
"Talos!" the Thalmor sneered. "You Nords and your Talos!"
Ulfric looked down at her as well. "He'd want her life."
"Well?" Minx handed the girl her knife. "Go ahead."
"I can't kill her in cold blood! Tha
Skyrim: The Thief Chpt.13More Like This
Chapter 13 – The Sapphire Heist
Talon’s heart stopped, expecting his life to be ceased at any moment. But as soon as that word hit his ears, he slowly opened his eyes. The pickaxe was just touching his nose. Looking past the steel pick, he glanced up at the second thief as she looked to her left.
“What?” she ordered puzzlingly, confused to why her comrade would say such a thing. As she spoke, the first thief made his way over to them, picking his dagger up off the ground as he did so.
“Let him go” he instructed, placing the blade back in its sheath. Through the gap in her cowl, he noticed the second thief’s eyes widen.
“Let him go? Are you serious?!” she questioned heatedly, her eyebrows furrowing.
“Just trust me. Get off him” he directed once more, looking down at Talon with reassurance. Glancing down at her captive, the second thief let out an ireful sigh and stood up, allowing Talon to do