Early next morning, Jenassa and I emerge from our tent into a day of sunshine. As we eat a quick breakfast and pack up, we decide to travel back to the ranger cabin by way of Shor’s Stone. We don’t really need all these animal pelts, so we might as well craft them into leather goods and sell them off.
As we arrive in the village, the blacksmith is already working at his forge. He waves and gestures to us excitedly, and we hasten over to see what he wants. Perhaps another animal has invaded someone’s house, or bandits have taken over the watchtower.
Continue reading “Chapter 31: What’s Past Is Prologue”
If you want to live a long and peaceful life, I have some important advice — don’t wake up next to a dark elf with a hangover.
I was expecting her to have a bad headache and perhaps some nausea, so it wasn’t a surprise when that happened. The surprises came with the shaking, the dry heaves, and the complete personality change from my calm, rational girlfriend into a rabid porcupine. Even approaching her gently was hazardous to my health.
Fortunately I had a solution of sorts. Before we’d left Kynesgrove, I’d asked the innkeeper for the recipe to her special hangover tea, and she’d been kind enough to write it down. It meant I had to use up some of my rarest alchemy ingredients, but I deemed this an emergency situation. So I brewed up a pot for Jenassa and made her drink it all, even though she certainly wasn’t about to thank me.
Continue reading “Chapter 32: Shadow of a Dream”
After Jenassa finishes her tale, it’s already early afternoon. My hangover potion wasn’t quite as good as the innkeeper’s in Kynesgrove, but it was enough to make her feel better, at least for now. The day is still bright, so we decide to head into Riften and pick up more supplies.
On the way, she tells me more about the city. She’s been back to Riften on many occasions since she left the Thieves Guild, but she spends as little time there as possible. From what she’s been telling me, I can’t blame her. Graft, corruption, extortion, bribery — these appear to be everyday occurrences in Riften, and the guards are almost as bad as the professional thieves.
Continue reading “Chapter 33: Urban Decay”
As I ride back to Riften, the sun comes out from behind the clouds, illuminating the forest and chasing away all threat of rain. The soft breeze ruffles my hair almost affectionately, and the blue sky opens above me like a blessing. It’s turning into a beautiful afternoon. Perhaps the Divines have been listening after all.
Approaching Fort Greenwall, I keep to the road, riding my horse straight through and out the other side. One of the soldiers on the ramparts turns in my direction and raises a casual hand in greeting. I grin and wave back. If nothing else, I feel like our time in the Rift has definitely improved the tone of the surrounding neighbourhood.
Continue reading “Chapter 34: Making Arrangements”
The next morning, I awaken to my girlfriend — wait, make that my fiancée — giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek. She’s already up and dressed, and there’s a scent of warm apples and herbal tea in the air. I blink confusedly and struggle to sit up.
“Good morning, my patron,” she smiles. “It’s a glorious day outside. I’ve taken the liberty of making your breakfast, and now I’m on my way to the temple to look after any last minute arrangements.” She kisses me again and heads out the door. “See you at the wedding!”
Continue reading “Chapter 35: Temple of Love”
The sun is high in the sky when Jenassa and I exit the Bee & Barb. Sensing movement behind us as we step outside, I turn my head to see Maven Black-Briar entering through one door just as we head out the other. Her chilly demeanour darkens the sociable mood of the inn like a shadow. I’m grateful for the timing of our departure, and glad that we’ve managed to escape her presence. Maven can be such a downer, and I don’t want that on our wedding day.
As we make our way to the stables, I tell Jenassa to follow me on her horse, adding that I’ll fill her in on the details of our honeymoon excursion once we reach our destination. I can tell that she’s intrigued, but she doesn’t try to tease any further information out of me. A few minutes later, we’re riding away from the troubled city and into the serenity of the sunlit forest.
Continue reading “Chapter 36: Frosting on the Cake”
Early next morning, Jenassa and I prepare to leave the ranger cabin and the Rift behind, at least until the heat dies down. It’s reasonable to expect that Maven will be using her considerable influence to track down the thieves who broke into the Black-Briar Lodge and made off with her thoroughbred horse, and we don’t plan to be around when the investigation begins. Our priority is to avoid Riften and be out of the region by the end of the day, if possible.
There is one detour we plan to take, however, which is going to slow us down significantly and may cause us to remain within the borders of the hold overnight. However, we’re reasonably certain that the Black-Briars’ influence doesn’t extend all the way to High Hrothgar. The top of the Throat of the World is the one place in the Rift where Maven won’t be able to reach us.
Continue reading “Chapter 37: Return to Sender”
Riding into Falkreath Hold, I become aware of an odd sound drifting through the trees. At first it’s just at the edge of my awareness, and other noises are competing with it — wind in the branches, evening birdsong, the steady drumming of our horses’ hooves on the stony road. But as we ride, the sound grows stronger and steadier until it’s impossible to ignore.
I bring Frost to a halt just off the road and look around. I hear Jenassa’s horse come to a stop, and I glance behind me, raising my hand to point into the trees. Jenassa nods once, indicating that she hears it as well. We stay silent and listen.
Continue reading “Chapter 38: Witch Hunt”
After spending a comfortable night at the inn, Jenassa and I wake up next morning and head into the main room for breakfast. Fortunately, although Dead Man’s Drink has somewhat mediocre mead, their selection of edibles looks pretty tasty. There’s a certain emphasis on game and fish, which isn’t too surprising, as Falkreath Hold has a reputation as the home of some of the best hunting and fishing in Skyrim.
After a hearty meal of fresh bread, rabbit stew, and juniper tea, we head outside. There’s a light mist rising from the surrounding woods, but the morning sun is warm and the sky overhead is a brilliant blue. The town itself has a certain rustic charm. It’s about the same size as Morthal, but it has a greater range of amenities such as a fully-stocked blacksmith and a general store. It’s also the home of the oldest and largest graveyard in Skyrim, which might sound a bit morbid — but the dead have to be buried somewhere, right? Besides, after fighting hideous zombies in long-forgotten draugr crypts, a well-kept historical graveyard seems positively civilized.
Continue reading “Chapter 39: Cleanup Crew”
After Jenassa and I leave the Jarl’s hall, we decide to head back to the inn. The rain has stopped for now, but the sky is still leaden and dull, and there aren’t too many people outside except for the blacksmith and the town guards. Since we want to talk to some of the townsfolk, we figure at least a few of them will be back at the inn, deep in their cups.
As we walk inside, the innkeeper looks up from the counter and motions for us to come over.
“Glad you’re back,” she says as soon as we approach. “There’s a gentleman here who’s quite anxious to talk to you. Something about Helgen. I said he was welcome to have a drink and sit at the bar as long as he liked, but he wanted to wait in your room instead to make sure he didn’t miss you. He’s been there ever since you left this morning.”
Continue reading “Chapter 40: Grave Concerns”