Once Kiseena had determined which of the huts of Hla Oad was known as Fatleg's Drop-Off, Kiseena sat to have dinner and then continued on out of town. Why? Because the idea of an armored adventurer stopping in town for a simple meal was now foremost in the minds of those who lived in the swamp-town. Few would suspect that Kiseena was waiting in the bushes in the distance for nightfall.
Once the dark of night had fallen with the added darkness of the clouds overhead, Kiseena returned to town. With armor left in the bushes in a memorable spot, Kiseena was able to move more quickly, and more silently. Into Fatleg's Drop-Off this one went, and quickly was the search for Habasi's missing artifacts. The lock on their hiding place was simple to bypass, and curious fingers found the items that Sugar-Lips had misplaced. The chest was re-locked and Kiseena slipped out again, into the wild and with Ra'Zhid none the wiser.
Dispite being night-time still, Kiseena did not wish to wait in Hla Oad until Azurah returned the morning. Instead, the hidden armor was again collected and Kiseena retraced her path to the river Odai and then north to the safety of Balmora.
Sugar-Lips Habasi was very happy to have her misplaced dwarven artifacts back, and gave Kiseena expensive lock-picks and trap-picks. She also must have seen how tired Kiseena was from traveling back and then forth in the dead of night and so sent this one up to one of the South Wall's beds for a well-deserved nap. With any luck, there will be a window to bathe Kiseena's bed in warm sunlight...
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Swamp Towns and More Wet Fur
The Council Club was close to the stairs leading up to where the silt-bug driver stands and waits for foolish people who want to sit inside bugs. Kiseena was watched carefully as Kiseena went down to the tavern level. The man behind the bar directed Kiseena to Sovor Trandel, one of the better-dressed servants this one had seen. He was not as critical or distrusting of outsiders as the other dark elves of the room seemed to be. Much booze and much monetary persuasion was done, but eventually the inebriated Sovor gave Kiseena the key requested by Habasi.
Although Sugar-Lips Habasi was less thrilled about receiving the key as she was receiving the diamond, the reward in-pocket was greater. Five hundred gold for a simple key and a few hours among dunmer giving Kiseena dirty looks. A bargain no matter the context. Also, this one now proudly holds the rank of Footpad. Kiseena is unsure about what the rank words mean or what they entitle, but it feels nice all the same.
Another task was given to this one. A friend of Habasi's by the name of Ra'Zhid in the town of Hla Oad has stolen dwarven artifacts from the guild of thieves. If the khajiit in question will not return the items, Kiseena is to find them and take them back through standard sneaky tactics. Hla Oad would prove to be quite a trip south from Balmora. Although Caius was likely waiting to hear from Kiseena again, he had told this one to cultivate an identity. How better to do so than to undertake a large job for the guild of thieves?
The way would be tricky. No roads lead directly from Balmora to Hla Oad. Asking around, an argonian by the name of Hul mentioned that the easiest course would be to head straight south along the Odai River that passes through Balmora until a correct road may be found. If Kiseena reaches the shore, then Kiseena has gone too far.
Kiseena collected her chitin armor and weapons that had been hidden before visiting the Council Club earlier in the day. Kiseena then bid the large town of Balmora farewell and set off along the river Odai. Thunder began to rumble in the distance as Kiseena happened across a kwama egg mine that resting miners called Shulk. The group of them were talking of something called the "Nerevarine prophecy" when Kiseena arrived. As the storm got closer, the group of them returned to the safety of the mine. Kiseena was not so lucky, and so the sound of rain bouncing off the metal of the new fur hat came quickly.
The storm almost seemed to let up while Kiseena was fighting a pair of scrib. As Kiseena continued south, the grass gave way to more ashen hills, and the thunder returned much more loudly. Mother would have said that the sky "opened up" then, with rain pouring down at such a volume that it became hard to see. At the shape of a wooden bridge, Kiseena turned west and thankfully left the ash and Odai behind to return to a pathway and words on blessed signs. It then became easy for Kiseena to find the town of Hla Oad, where this one sat on a bench beneath the awning of a hut and listened to the rain as words were written.
Although Sugar-Lips Habasi was less thrilled about receiving the key as she was receiving the diamond, the reward in-pocket was greater. Five hundred gold for a simple key and a few hours among dunmer giving Kiseena dirty looks. A bargain no matter the context. Also, this one now proudly holds the rank of Footpad. Kiseena is unsure about what the rank words mean or what they entitle, but it feels nice all the same.
Another task was given to this one. A friend of Habasi's by the name of Ra'Zhid in the town of Hla Oad has stolen dwarven artifacts from the guild of thieves. If the khajiit in question will not return the items, Kiseena is to find them and take them back through standard sneaky tactics. Hla Oad would prove to be quite a trip south from Balmora. Although Caius was likely waiting to hear from Kiseena again, he had told this one to cultivate an identity. How better to do so than to undertake a large job for the guild of thieves?
The way would be tricky. No roads lead directly from Balmora to Hla Oad. Asking around, an argonian by the name of Hul mentioned that the easiest course would be to head straight south along the Odai River that passes through Balmora until a correct road may be found. If Kiseena reaches the shore, then Kiseena has gone too far.
Kiseena collected her chitin armor and weapons that had been hidden before visiting the Council Club earlier in the day. Kiseena then bid the large town of Balmora farewell and set off along the river Odai. Thunder began to rumble in the distance as Kiseena happened across a kwama egg mine that resting miners called Shulk. The group of them were talking of something called the "Nerevarine prophecy" when Kiseena arrived. As the storm got closer, the group of them returned to the safety of the mine. Kiseena was not so lucky, and so the sound of rain bouncing off the metal of the new fur hat came quickly.
The storm almost seemed to let up while Kiseena was fighting a pair of scrib. As Kiseena continued south, the grass gave way to more ashen hills, and the thunder returned much more loudly. Mother would have said that the sky "opened up" then, with rain pouring down at such a volume that it became hard to see. At the shape of a wooden bridge, Kiseena turned west and thankfully left the ash and Odai behind to return to a pathway and words on blessed signs. It then became easy for Kiseena to find the town of Hla Oad, where this one sat on a bench beneath the awning of a hut and listened to the rain as words were written.
From Habasi to Nalcarya to Nerano
No sooner had Kiseena returned to the South Wall and told Habasi of this one's wish to join than had she taken Kiseena aside and told of the first job of many. At the opposite corner of Balmora lived and worked a high elf by the name of Nalcarya of White Haven. The store was a house of alchemy, and had a great many apparatus and ingredient for the seasoned mage. The last time Sugar-Lips had been in Nalcarya's shop, she had detected the scent of diamonds. It was a diamond that Kiseena was asked to retrieve.
Nalcarya's alchemist shop was in the more expensive side of Balmora. It was because of this that the store was small and cramped, and because of this that one of the Balmora city guards stood watch in a corner. Thankfully for Kiseena, heavy armor does wonders for protection but does little to allow one to see all goings-on in the area. It was a simple task to enter into conversation with the mer, talk openly of a want to learn alchemy, and how the mortar and pestle on display was so lovely.. and to palm a diamond while the attention of all were on something quite different.
Yes, the diamond rest snugly in a pouch at Kiseena's waist while the conversation continued another few minutes. And then, just as suddenly, "pressing matters were at hand" that forced Kiseena to bid Nalcarya farewell. By now the clouds had returned or new clouds had arrived. The rain had begun falling once again. Habasi had been waiting for word of the task, but was quite surprised to see Kiseena returning with such haste and without city guards close at this one's heels.
The rest of the evening and long into the night were spent reveling in the day's sneaky acts with Sugar-Lips Habasi and her compatriots. Much booze was drank, many songs sang and dances danced. Kiseena was even promoted from "Toad" to "Wet Ear" in the guild of thieves of Balmora by an adorably drunk Habasi before the lot of us fell asleep on the hard tables of the South Wall's underground bar.
When Kiseena awoke the next morning, this one's left ear refused to stay pointing in the correct direction for several hours. Habasi, who was in a much less jovial mood on waking up from a night of merrymaking, was still pleased to see this one. She told Kiseena of her next task. One of the local nobles of Balmora had a home called Nerano Manor. The lower doors of this manor house are rarely locked, but the upper doors are locked and it is behind these locks that the more interesting aspects of the house are located. Ondres Nerano, the noble himself, naturally has a key. But so too does Sovor Trandel, servant to Nerano.
Sovor is a frequent face at one of the higher-scale clubs of Balmora, the Council Club by the silt-bug port. It is here that Kiseena will go once this one has bathed and found somewhere to stow the armor and weapons that just do not speak the words "high-class."
Nalcarya's alchemist shop was in the more expensive side of Balmora. It was because of this that the store was small and cramped, and because of this that one of the Balmora city guards stood watch in a corner. Thankfully for Kiseena, heavy armor does wonders for protection but does little to allow one to see all goings-on in the area. It was a simple task to enter into conversation with the mer, talk openly of a want to learn alchemy, and how the mortar and pestle on display was so lovely.. and to palm a diamond while the attention of all were on something quite different.
Yes, the diamond rest snugly in a pouch at Kiseena's waist while the conversation continued another few minutes. And then, just as suddenly, "pressing matters were at hand" that forced Kiseena to bid Nalcarya farewell. By now the clouds had returned or new clouds had arrived. The rain had begun falling once again. Habasi had been waiting for word of the task, but was quite surprised to see Kiseena returning with such haste and without city guards close at this one's heels.
The rest of the evening and long into the night were spent reveling in the day's sneaky acts with Sugar-Lips Habasi and her compatriots. Much booze was drank, many songs sang and dances danced. Kiseena was even promoted from "Toad" to "Wet Ear" in the guild of thieves of Balmora by an adorably drunk Habasi before the lot of us fell asleep on the hard tables of the South Wall's underground bar.
When Kiseena awoke the next morning, this one's left ear refused to stay pointing in the correct direction for several hours. Habasi, who was in a much less jovial mood on waking up from a night of merrymaking, was still pleased to see this one. She told Kiseena of her next task. One of the local nobles of Balmora had a home called Nerano Manor. The lower doors of this manor house are rarely locked, but the upper doors are locked and it is behind these locks that the more interesting aspects of the house are located. Ondres Nerano, the noble himself, naturally has a key. But so too does Sovor Trandel, servant to Nerano.
Sovor is a frequent face at one of the higher-scale clubs of Balmora, the Council Club by the silt-bug port. It is here that Kiseena will go once this one has bathed and found somewhere to stow the armor and weapons that just do not speak the words "high-class."
The Duties Continue, Split Between Two Masters
Kiseena asked around about the whereabouts of Caius Cosades. An argonian with the interesting name Only-He-Stands-There told Kiseena that whatever this one's business with Caius is, that Kiseena should be careful. Apparently Caius looks as an old man, but when underestimated in the past has been more than able to handle himself. Kiseena would later find out that this was quite true.
A lady khajiit named Chirranirr told Kiseena that Vvardenfell had many dwarven ruins, but that the imperials had decided to make looting them against the law. This one is not certain why the fellow khajiit offered this information; perhaps this one looks more the adventurer than Kiseena realized, or perhaps Chirranirr was as warm-bellied as Kiseena was after the short snack of food and booze. She also mentioned that Caius has a taste for moon sugar that might rival that of Sheggorath himself.
The man behind bar suggested that Kiseena speak to the owner of the South Wall, named Bacola. On the way up toward this man, Kiseena met the lovely and mysterious Sugar-Lips Habasi and her compatriots, Arathor and Sottilde. They kept to themselves in a back hallway, and their talking dried up soon after Kiseena neared. Something prompted this one to speak to Habasi, but before long, Kiseena was being offered a position in a guild of thieves. She said Kiseena looked as if to have some skill, and gave this one a short speech on the honor her guild holds. No stealing from brother thieves, no attacking brother thieves. Where to find those that might help remove a bounty from this one's head. Kiseena asked for time to think over the proposition. There were more pressing matters at-hand such as "imperial duties."
Finally, Bacola was found, and directions to Caius were given. By now the angry clouds had gone away, and so Kiseena went to deliver the package and hopefully be done with the post-prison duties this one was thrust upon. The hopes were not founded in fate's wishes, sadly.
The home of Caius Cosades was messy, to say the least. Bottles and bed-things laying about, books pages-down on the floor. An old skooma-pipe, almost an antique, in an attempt at being hidden under the bed. Caius looked every bit the old addict that Chirranirr suggested, but Kiseena was wary. He was quite confused to hear that not only was Kiseena looking for him, but that Kiseena was doing so on imperial order. The package was given, but Caius asked this one not to leave quite yet. Sadly, the package mentioned that Kiseena was to become one of the Blades - the secret spies of the Emperor himself - and that as such would now be working for this Caius for a time.
Caius already had orders for Kiseena, as well. He gave this one some money and suggested that Kiseena take on a cover identity and see about joining a guild. Of the former, Kiseena chose mother's old title of "traveling acrobat." Of the latter, this one need only return to Sugar-Lips Habasi and relay her decision to join. It is for this guild that Kiseena should do some work, Caius said, so that the locals of Balmora might get used to seeing Kiseena and so be able to hide in the open.
Perhaps Only-He-Stands-There was right, and this Caius is more than meets the eye.
A lady khajiit named Chirranirr told Kiseena that Vvardenfell had many dwarven ruins, but that the imperials had decided to make looting them against the law. This one is not certain why the fellow khajiit offered this information; perhaps this one looks more the adventurer than Kiseena realized, or perhaps Chirranirr was as warm-bellied as Kiseena was after the short snack of food and booze. She also mentioned that Caius has a taste for moon sugar that might rival that of Sheggorath himself.
The man behind bar suggested that Kiseena speak to the owner of the South Wall, named Bacola. On the way up toward this man, Kiseena met the lovely and mysterious Sugar-Lips Habasi and her compatriots, Arathor and Sottilde. They kept to themselves in a back hallway, and their talking dried up soon after Kiseena neared. Something prompted this one to speak to Habasi, but before long, Kiseena was being offered a position in a guild of thieves. She said Kiseena looked as if to have some skill, and gave this one a short speech on the honor her guild holds. No stealing from brother thieves, no attacking brother thieves. Where to find those that might help remove a bounty from this one's head. Kiseena asked for time to think over the proposition. There were more pressing matters at-hand such as "imperial duties."
Finally, Bacola was found, and directions to Caius were given. By now the angry clouds had gone away, and so Kiseena went to deliver the package and hopefully be done with the post-prison duties this one was thrust upon. The hopes were not founded in fate's wishes, sadly.
The home of Caius Cosades was messy, to say the least. Bottles and bed-things laying about, books pages-down on the floor. An old skooma-pipe, almost an antique, in an attempt at being hidden under the bed. Caius looked every bit the old addict that Chirranirr suggested, but Kiseena was wary. He was quite confused to hear that not only was Kiseena looking for him, but that Kiseena was doing so on imperial order. The package was given, but Caius asked this one not to leave quite yet. Sadly, the package mentioned that Kiseena was to become one of the Blades - the secret spies of the Emperor himself - and that as such would now be working for this Caius for a time.
Caius already had orders for Kiseena, as well. He gave this one some money and suggested that Kiseena take on a cover identity and see about joining a guild. Of the former, Kiseena chose mother's old title of "traveling acrobat." Of the latter, this one need only return to Sugar-Lips Habasi and relay her decision to join. It is for this guild that Kiseena should do some work, Caius said, so that the locals of Balmora might get used to seeing Kiseena and so be able to hide in the open.
Perhaps Only-He-Stands-There was right, and this Caius is more than meets the eye.
Volcanoes, Silt-Bugs, Slavers - Why Would People Live Here?
After lunch, Kiseena continued on toward Balmora. The trip was not very eventful. A short fight with a rat of a size Kiseena had not seen outside the sewers and alleys of the white imperial city in Cyrodiil. It was no match for Kiseena's halberd. The grasses of the swamps near Seyda Neen and Pelagiad gave way to a short canyon that this one believes the locals call a "foyada," a path made from the long-ago travel of lava. The center of Vvardenfell, apparently, is a large volcano called Red Mountain.
The path taken along the ashen foyada was short, though, as the words on the signs told Kiseena toward another way. Along the walls of a place called the Moonmoth Legion Fort, then away and finally across a stone bridge to Balmora. By now it was starting to rain and there was another silt-bug nearby, much closer than the one this one had encountered at Seyda Neen. It took most of Kiseena's courage to cross the path of the terrible thing, even when it made its also-terrible noises.
The rain got harder and so Kiseena found a building to take shelter in. By chance it happened to be a small trading house run by a fellow khajiit by the name of Ra'Virr. It is from Ra'Virr that Kiseena learned some things of Vvardenfell. For instance, it is the homeland of the dark elves, and most other traders would be at best unfriendly toward outlanders such as Kiseena. Also, in a round-about way, Kiseena found that Ra'Virr is one of the few in Balmora that would purchase the skooma and delicious moon sugar found in the slaver cave by Seyda Neen.
While waiting for the rain to stop, Kiseena bought some leather pants, arrows to replace those Kiseena had lost, and a fur helmet usually worn by nords of Skyrim. All this and a nice pouch of gold for two bottles of skooma and a few pinches of moon sugar! If all slave and bandit caves have as much, this one's gold problems will be over but fast. The helmet proved to be large on this one's head, but it is sure to help in further liberations of money and such.
The guards of Balmora wear strange, dirty yellow armor, some with spikes. All are dark elves and most are unpleasant to speak with. One gave Kiseena directions to the South Wall Cornerclub, where Sellus said that Kiseena should look for information regarding where Caius may be found. The rain slowed, but the sky was still mean-looking as this one crossed town, and eventually found the club.
It is loud here, but there are empty corner seats where wet khajiit may dry off and write words for later readers.
The path taken along the ashen foyada was short, though, as the words on the signs told Kiseena toward another way. Along the walls of a place called the Moonmoth Legion Fort, then away and finally across a stone bridge to Balmora. By now it was starting to rain and there was another silt-bug nearby, much closer than the one this one had encountered at Seyda Neen. It took most of Kiseena's courage to cross the path of the terrible thing, even when it made its also-terrible noises.
The rain got harder and so Kiseena found a building to take shelter in. By chance it happened to be a small trading house run by a fellow khajiit by the name of Ra'Virr. It is from Ra'Virr that Kiseena learned some things of Vvardenfell. For instance, it is the homeland of the dark elves, and most other traders would be at best unfriendly toward outlanders such as Kiseena. Also, in a round-about way, Kiseena found that Ra'Virr is one of the few in Balmora that would purchase the skooma and delicious moon sugar found in the slaver cave by Seyda Neen.
While waiting for the rain to stop, Kiseena bought some leather pants, arrows to replace those Kiseena had lost, and a fur helmet usually worn by nords of Skyrim. All this and a nice pouch of gold for two bottles of skooma and a few pinches of moon sugar! If all slave and bandit caves have as much, this one's gold problems will be over but fast. The helmet proved to be large on this one's head, but it is sure to help in further liberations of money and such.
The guards of Balmora wear strange, dirty yellow armor, some with spikes. All are dark elves and most are unpleasant to speak with. One gave Kiseena directions to the South Wall Cornerclub, where Sellus said that Kiseena should look for information regarding where Caius may be found. The rain slowed, but the sky was still mean-looking as this one crossed town, and eventually found the club.
It is loud here, but there are empty corner seats where wet khajiit may dry off and write words for later readers.
Shipping Notes Between Kittens
Kiseena left Seyda Neen bright and early today. The air was not too warm and sticky, and Kiseena had almost forgotten the smell of the evil water from last night. Kiseena said her good-byes to Elone, Hrisskar, Arrille and yes, even Fargoth, before leaving the way the words of Elone's directions told. North from town, then east along the road, following signs. Kiseena was glad to get the sound of the big silt-bug out of Kiseena's mind.
The trail was long and mostly boring. Kiseena fought a small yellow leech-thing that Kiseena later found out was called a scrib. What is it with Vvardenfell and the creepy, disgusting animals? Where are the dogs and deer and cute bear cubs of Cyrodiil?
It was not long after Kiseena passed a path that led north to a place called Pelagiad that Kiseena met a very well-dressed woman named Maurrie. She was very nervous and said she had recently been robbed. The bandit had stolen her jewels and then left toward the nearby imperial town. Maurrie was not very concerned with trying to recover her jewels - instead she was more concerned with meeting the bandit again. The woman was almost giddy with feelings for the bandit and told Kiseena of him for a long time. Then, begging for Kiseena's help, Maurrie gave Kiseena a glove and asked her to find the bandit, named Nelos something.
Had Kiseena not just passed the road to that town, Kiseena would have said no. Plus, Kiseena has a soft-spot for love, no matter how foolish it may sound. In Pelagiad, a woman suggested Kiseena look in the local tavern for this Nelos mer. The elf was sitting in one of the dark corners of the Halfway Tradehouse, no doubt working on his mysterious rogue appearance. Kiseena was happy to see the confusion when Kiseena showed Nelos the glove. Nelos scribbled words on a small paper and asked Kiseena to return the paper to Maurrie.
The cynic voice in Kiseena's head says that if Kiseena knew the extent of the back-and-forth between woman and mer that this one might have refused the task from the start. But there is an odd charm to having a hand in the affairs of others in a way that does not involve hiding in shadows and curious fingers. Sadly, the only reward that Maurrie had for Kiseena was the suggestion that Kiseena meet her friend Barnard in a town called Tel Branora, saying that we would "get along famously." Kiseena has not met this man or mer, but this one doubts the notion.
For now, after a short lunch out of sight of Maurrie (who is no doubt headed soon to Pelagiad), Kiseena eats a quick lunch and writes words of the morning's events.
The trail was long and mostly boring. Kiseena fought a small yellow leech-thing that Kiseena later found out was called a scrib. What is it with Vvardenfell and the creepy, disgusting animals? Where are the dogs and deer and cute bear cubs of Cyrodiil?
It was not long after Kiseena passed a path that led north to a place called Pelagiad that Kiseena met a very well-dressed woman named Maurrie. She was very nervous and said she had recently been robbed. The bandit had stolen her jewels and then left toward the nearby imperial town. Maurrie was not very concerned with trying to recover her jewels - instead she was more concerned with meeting the bandit again. The woman was almost giddy with feelings for the bandit and told Kiseena of him for a long time. Then, begging for Kiseena's help, Maurrie gave Kiseena a glove and asked her to find the bandit, named Nelos something.
Had Kiseena not just passed the road to that town, Kiseena would have said no. Plus, Kiseena has a soft-spot for love, no matter how foolish it may sound. In Pelagiad, a woman suggested Kiseena look in the local tavern for this Nelos mer. The elf was sitting in one of the dark corners of the Halfway Tradehouse, no doubt working on his mysterious rogue appearance. Kiseena was happy to see the confusion when Kiseena showed Nelos the glove. Nelos scribbled words on a small paper and asked Kiseena to return the paper to Maurrie.
The cynic voice in Kiseena's head says that if Kiseena knew the extent of the back-and-forth between woman and mer that this one might have refused the task from the start. But there is an odd charm to having a hand in the affairs of others in a way that does not involve hiding in shadows and curious fingers. Sadly, the only reward that Maurrie had for Kiseena was the suggestion that Kiseena meet her friend Barnard in a town called Tel Branora, saying that we would "get along famously." Kiseena has not met this man or mer, but this one doubts the notion.
For now, after a short lunch out of sight of Maurrie (who is no doubt headed soon to Pelagiad), Kiseena eats a quick lunch and writes words of the morning's events.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Creepy Elves and Hollow Stumps
The book was very interesting, and one that Kiseena would like to own again in the future. For now, Kiseena may have to sell it, as it is looks well-made and expensive. After the reading, and the drinking, and the sitting in the sun, Kiseena had little chance holding back the urge to nap. And nap Kiseena did, for many hours.
When Kiseena woke up, it was quite dark. Down in the nearby Seyda Neen, Kiseena could see a guard with torch doing his boring rounds. Also, Kiseena could see a creepy little elf named Fargoth wandering about. This one had not noticed before, but the other people of Seyda Neen seem to dislike talking to or even being near this wood elf. Perhaps Kiseena is being too hard on the mer, but that is not for this one to decide.
As Kiseena watched the wood elf, he began to creep about the outer stone fence that ran about part of the Census building. His path zigged and zagged between the small huts about the shore of town, as if trying to make sure that any following him would be confused and befuddled. In time, no doubt with a proud-of-himself smirk on his mer face, Fargoth crept to the dirty, muck-puddle nearby the large tree and began to wade through its waters. When he was waist-deep, Kiseena saw Fargoth reach down into a stump in the middle and fiddle about.
By the time Kiseena crept down from the lighthouse (by way of the old, dead tree outside, so as not to disturb the keeper), Fargoth had slipped away again, perhaps to change his lower clothing. Kiseena did her best to look, but could not think of a way to retrieve what goods the stump held in such a way as to not touch the smelly water.
Kiseena will never forgive Fargoth, nor that Skyrim-born Hrisskar, for making Kiseena wade through evil waters to retrieve three hundred lousy septims and two lockpicks and that magic ring. The water of the sea was very cold and cleaning Kiseena's pants and fur was not pleasant. If Hrisskar were not such a large man, Kiseena might have decided to keep all of the money found in the stupid stump. He was at least happy enough to let Kiseena keep one hundred of the gold and everything else found in the hiding place.
That will help Kiseena forget about the dirty pool and the creepy elf. If it were not so late in the day, Kiseena would begin the trip to Balmora. If Vvardenfell is as dangerous as Elone and others have hinted, then travelling at mid-night alone is a very bad idea.
When Kiseena woke up, it was quite dark. Down in the nearby Seyda Neen, Kiseena could see a guard with torch doing his boring rounds. Also, Kiseena could see a creepy little elf named Fargoth wandering about. This one had not noticed before, but the other people of Seyda Neen seem to dislike talking to or even being near this wood elf. Perhaps Kiseena is being too hard on the mer, but that is not for this one to decide.
As Kiseena watched the wood elf, he began to creep about the outer stone fence that ran about part of the Census building. His path zigged and zagged between the small huts about the shore of town, as if trying to make sure that any following him would be confused and befuddled. In time, no doubt with a proud-of-himself smirk on his mer face, Fargoth crept to the dirty, muck-puddle nearby the large tree and began to wade through its waters. When he was waist-deep, Kiseena saw Fargoth reach down into a stump in the middle and fiddle about.
By the time Kiseena crept down from the lighthouse (by way of the old, dead tree outside, so as not to disturb the keeper), Fargoth had slipped away again, perhaps to change his lower clothing. Kiseena did her best to look, but could not think of a way to retrieve what goods the stump held in such a way as to not touch the smelly water.
Kiseena will never forgive Fargoth, nor that Skyrim-born Hrisskar, for making Kiseena wade through evil waters to retrieve three hundred lousy septims and two lockpicks and that magic ring. The water of the sea was very cold and cleaning Kiseena's pants and fur was not pleasant. If Hrisskar were not such a large man, Kiseena might have decided to keep all of the money found in the stupid stump. He was at least happy enough to let Kiseena keep one hundred of the gold and everything else found in the hiding place.
That will help Kiseena forget about the dirty pool and the creepy elf. If it were not so late in the day, Kiseena would begin the trip to Balmora. If Vvardenfell is as dangerous as Elone and others have hinted, then travelling at mid-night alone is a very bad idea.
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