User blog:DB Baxter/Ab Inferno - Chapter 1: Somewhere, It All Begins

The Candlehearth inn was a decent establishment. The food was plentiful and of top quality… well, not ‘top’ quality. But it wasn’t too bad to the point where it desensitized the taste buds, so that’s something



            Being the only inn within the city of Windhelm, it was often bustling with many Nordic people looking to rest, eat, sleep, or drink themselves into a comatose state. And today was not unlike the others, as that was just the scene. The sun had set for the night, but not for those at Candlehearth Inn.

              However, one patron stood out amongst the others. A Khajiit, dressed in a rather unusual garb and seemingly armed to the teeth. Two Daedric Katana’s were on his back, a multitude of knives on his belt and in his boots. Concealed from the people’s view were a chained kunai wrapped around both of his wrists. Some would know him as Kazrris.

            Though, he wasn’t really in the inn yet. He kicked down the door with all the force he had left in his feet, and stepped into the doorway. His usually black armor was caked in red liquid which was falling slowly down onto the wooden floor and staining it a crimson color.

            His breath was heavy, and his eyes looked tired. The rather grand entrance garnered the attention of the majority of the patrons in the room. They eyed him up and down with either disgust, horror, or curiosity. He returned the awkward glare, looking around and scanning the room for anyone he could recognize. And there was no one.

<span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “What’sa matter?” He spat, sending more blood spewing to the ground. “Never seen blood before?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” The barkeep explained, a young girl who didn’t appear to be any older than 25.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Fuck you,” Kaz replied, proceeding to march in anyways. He trotted up the stairs aimlessly, ignoring the stares that followed him. All he was focused on was… well, he didn’t really even know what he was focused on. His mind was rushing with so many thoughts and uncertainties that in a strange way, he didn’t even feel like he was thinking. His body moved without his mind being notified.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Upstairs, was a much different scene then what was below. Poets and writers had seemingly gathered in one corner to share their new works with the world. At that moment, an Argonian was now narrating his short story to the small crowd whom had gathered, but Kazrris wasn’t particularly interested in that nonsense. Instead, he decided to seclude himself in the farthest corner, at an empty table, where it would just be his thoughts and him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            He plopped down and rested his head in the palm of his hands. He watched the Argonian finish up his story and receive an applaud from each man who was listening. Must have been a good one, Kazrris thought. Either that or they were pitying the poor sod and clapping for the effort.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Kazrris’s eyes wandered down to the table, and he seemed to have shut the rest of the world out, and was just thinking. The first thing that came to mind was what that bandit had told him moments before he ripped his throat out. The Fourth Era. Not the third, the fourth. He was far off from the time that he once knew.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            He glanced up again. No one was enslaved, the sky wasn’t burning. He hadn’t seen any fire demons in route to Windhelm. That means either they managed to take down Tharn, or Tharn was playing the good guy now. And the former seemed the most likely.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The thought of who was still around from then crossed his mind. Maybe there were still a few of them around, who had managed to stay alive? Talin, Diana, Zaydate… maybe even Nissa?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            He had to cling to that thought as he began to mull over those who were not there. Ragnar was gone. Talin was possessed by that lich, he now remembered. And then his family. Vordel, Denon, Utahsi…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Gone…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            These thoughts were soon interrupted, however, by a large fist slamming down on the table and startling him back into reality. He glanced up to see that the fist belonged to a Nord dressed in steel armor and purplish robes draped across it. On either side of him was a redguard and a wood elf, in similar armor, looking rather irritated with the Nord.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “You’re at our table,” The nord informed Kazrris, nodding to the side. “Leave.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “I didn’t see your name on it,” Kaz glared.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The Nord didn’t seem used to having someone ignore him. He glanced back at his comrades with a look that seemed to ask if this guy was serious. They both shrugged. “Let’s just leave the guy alone,” the Wood Elf suggested. “It ain’t worth the time.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Unfortunately, the Nord wasn’t interested in playing nice, so instead he grabbed the khajiit by the collar of his armor and hoisted him up from the seat and across the room. Kaz was caught off guard and landed less than gracefully on the floor.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “There,” The nord said to his comrades. “That didn’t take up too much time, now did it?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “You’re always making more trouble than you have to, Sigmuth,” The wood elf muttered. He took up a seat anyways.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Relax, it’s just a drunk Khajiit,” Sigmuth shrugged, propping his feet up on the table. “Yeah, everyone’s gonna hate us for tossing a beggar around.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Though not everyone would hate them, one already did, and that was the Khajiit he had just tossed across the room. To demonstrate his anger, Kazrris walked back to the table and delivered a kick straight into the mug of Sigmuth. The Nord’s head snapped back as his nose was crushed, and the chair fell back with him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            A loud thud sounded throughout the room as Sigmuth hit the ground hard. He cupped his hand over his nose and used the other hand to hit the wooden floor in anger. No attempt was made to stand, however, as he was disoriented from the kick and would need a moment to recover.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Kazrris grabbed the chair and set it back up so he may sit down. The other two looked on in awe and mild amusement. Very rarely, Sigmuth was ever knocked off of his high and mighty perch, and when it did happen, it was never not funny.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The Khajiit plopped down and looked on warily at the two other men. They didn’t look like they were going to make any sudden movements, but just in case, Kaz let his right hand dangle down by his right pocket.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “You got a nice kick there, sir,” The wood elf said politely.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “I’ve done better,” Kaz muttered.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Sigmuth, meanwhile, had managed to drag himself up to his feet and wiped away the blood that was pouring from his nose. “You… biece of shit!” He spat out in anger.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Quit your crying, Sig,” The redguard smirked. “You’re a big kid now, you’ll tough it out.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Sigmuth wandered back over to the table with a dangerous glint in his eyes, and promptly yanked the chair out from underneath Kaz. The Khajiit didn’t fall as he rose to quickly.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “You’ve got some nerbes,” Sigmuth said. His speech seemed to have been affected by the shattered nose. “You best get out ob here. Your messin with the wrong beeble…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Kazrris chuckled lightly at the Nord’s petty threats. The writers in the corner saw the commotion and began to leave quickly. “Listen, friend, I just got done cleaving my way through a bunch’a bandits, okay? I’m not really in the mood to cut more people down, so why don’t you-“

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Sigmuth swung wildly at the Khajiit, but missed. Kaz had seen the swing coming from a mile away and ducked just in time.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Fine!” Kaz growled. He swept out the legs from underneath Sigmuth, and sent the Nord crashing to the ground again. Then, Kaz drove his kneecap straight into the Nord’s nose before rising and stomping away at the helpless soldier.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            At this point, though it was still funny, the wood elf and redguard interfered and began pulling Kaz away by his arms, who was still kicking violently at Sigmuth.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">             “You have something to say now!?” Kaz hollered, spitting on his opponent as he was dragged off. “C’mon, get back up! Get up!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Sigmuth seemed in no condition to get back up, and elected to lay on the ground and hold his wounds.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Eventually, Kaz was far enough and had used up too much of his rage, and he was let go. He wheeled around and pulled his swords on the Wood Elf and Redguard.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Hey, hey, take it easy pal,” The Wood Elf said calmly and reassuringly. “Just put the swords down and-“

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Don’t tell me to calm down!” Kaz hissed, tightening the grip on his swords. “I don’t have the patience or the answers to calm down!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The Redguard slowly reached down for his sword. “Don’t do anything you might regret, man…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “It’s too late for that,” Kaz growled, reflecting. “Too late for that…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Before the situation escalated any further, Kazrris heard footsteps approaching from behind. He did a full 180, fearing that it was Sigmuth approaching. However, these footsteps belonged to a different man. This new one was Breton, and bore the same armor as the other 3 did. However, he was much older and wore robes of a lighter shade. More yellow than purple. His hair was shaved, and he had a well-trimmed greying beard.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Oh, now there’s 4 of you…” Kaz growled. “Alright. I’ve taken on bigger numbers…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The Breton man simply chuckled at the Khajiit, only making Kaz angrier.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Kitan, Rindoth, get Sigmuth downstairs to Oria,” The Breton commanded. The two nodded and said “Yes, sir,” before heading off to get their incapacitated friend off the floor.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            With that, The Breton turned back to Kazrris. “Apologies for Sigmuth’s attitude. I assume he set you off in some manner, yes?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Kazrris narrowed his eyes at the Breton. “Do I… Do I know you?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The Breton responded with a light chuckle. It was an ominous sound that shook something within the Khajiit assassin. Perhaps he did know this man, but he couldn’t put his finger quite on it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The Breton did not answer, however. He simply sat down at a nearby table and waved Kazrris over. Though a little reluctant at first, he did follow and took a seat.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Might I ask what all of these blood stains on your armor came from?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “I cut a guy’s dick off,” Kaz replied.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            He chuckled again. Up the stairwell, Kaz saw, came a wine bottle with no one bringing it there. It just floated through the air and right down onto the table. It uncorked itself as well, and the Breton grabbed it for a sip.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Did you… do that?” Kaz asked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “I did,” The Breton nodded. “Telekinesis. It’s a very handy field of magic to hold.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “So you’re a mage,”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Yes,”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            They were both silent for a moment as the Breton took another sip. “So… you guys are a bunch’a mercenaries?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Not mercenaries,” The Breton shook his head. “We are Justiciars. We are men and women who serve the Vigil of Stendarr.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “The fuck is that?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The Breton gave him a bewildered look. “The… protectors against Daedric Activity? The official Anti-Daedra organization of most of Tamriel’s provinces?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Never heard of you guys,” Kaz shrugged.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Are you… familiar with the Oblivion Crisis, at least?” The Breton smirked, seemingly as a joke.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “The what?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The smile on the Breton’s face faded. “Have you… been in catatonic state for the last, say… 20 years?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “I guess you could say that…” Kaz frowned.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The Breton took another sip. “Well… to make a long story short, a Daedric Cult attempted to bring the world to an end as we knew it. They were stopped at the last moment, and this organization was created to ensure such an event never happened again…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Kaz sat on that thought for a while, rubbing his chin. “How long ago was this?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “15 years…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            15… So that’s what started the new era then…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The Breton asked “What are you, Khajiit? You look the part of an assassin…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Kazrris wasn’t sure how to answer that. Before his death, he was in fact a dangerous killer. But now, he didn’t know that anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “I’m a swordsman…” Kaz said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Hm…” The Breton nodded, before rising. “Well, I am most sorry for this ruckus. I wish you a good day and I will be on my way…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The Breton turned to leave, but Kaz called to him. “Wait!...”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            He stopped. “Yes?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Kaz stood and followed after him. “Would you mind if I… came along?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The Breton arched an eyebrow? “You mean you wish to… join the Vigil?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Well, I mean…” Kaz rubbed his chin. “I’m kinda just… drifting along right now. Just trying to find a place to… I dunno, get back into the swing of things?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The Justiciar gave him an odd look. “You’re an odd case, Mr…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Kaz…” The Khajiit filled out. “My name’s Kaz.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “Alright…” The Breton said, still unsure of the Khajiit. “Follow me, then…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            Kazrris walked down the steps, side by side with the Breton. In truth, he wasn’t sure what it was about this group, but he felt drawn to it. Maybe it was due in part to the fact that they were Daedra Hunters, and that seemed like something that fit him nicely, what with all the cannibals and fire demons he’s fought. Maybe he was just looking for a place to stay, a group to fit back in with. Or maybe he was just losing his mind…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            “What’s your name, by the way?” Kaz asked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi">            The Breton turned his head slowly. “Just call me Senex.”