“Werewolves and vampires?!” Sirrus stops in fear as Sythis slinks back to her.
“Oh yes…” she chuckles darkly. “Come nightfall, they just wait for lone travelers like yourself to rip them limb from limb.”
“You come off as someone who would do similar…”
“Maybe.” She shrugs honestly. “But not to the one who could get rid of aforementioned bounty.”
Filled with distrust, Sirrus eyes her critically, searching her expression to find some kind of lie. “I do this, and you will take me to Solitude?” she harshly questions.
“And you’ll never see my beautiful face again.” She agrees.
Still fighting the deal, Sirrus finally yields with a sigh “Fine…”
“I knew you were smarter than you looked!” Sythis cheers. Sirrus draws back in offense but has no time to defend herself as a giant, heavy bear pelt is instantly emptied into her hands. “Now carry that and let’s go!” She begins to lead the way until the small Nord makes one more comment.
“But to be able to clear your bounty, we need to go to Whiterun so I may speak with the Jarl.” She shifts the pelt comfortably in her hold and follows behind like a servant.
“Well, I think the easiest way of clearing your bounty might be if you warned them of a certain dragon…and maybe killed that certain dragon?”
“Dammit!” Sythis roars into the sky, shaking the ground like thunder. Sirrus stood shocked as the power of her voice almost matched that of the terrible beast they just ran from. “What now?” Sythis glares at her jarring mouth.
“Your voice…” she trembles.
“Oh, yeah, that…” The imperial remembers until shrugging apathetically. “Happens all the time.”
Sirrus stared at her as she sauntered off.
“So, what hold is your bounty under?” Sirrus asked.
“All of them.” Sythis replied simply.
“All of them?!” Sirrus nearly shouted. “For what?!”
“Well, honestly, I forget.” Sythis sighed as she scratched at the back of her head. “Arson…thievery…impersonation of Ulfric Stormcloak…two counts of necromancy, poaching, treason…five counts of public drunkenness…ten counts of vandalism (my personal favorite)…murder…a lot of murder…and stealing a plant from the Jarl’s court. However, the last one cannot be proven.”
“For some reason, I’m not even surprised anymore.” Sirrus replied, exasperated.
“That’s no fun.” Sythis grinned.
“So…how much? Per hold?”
“Er…about…ten…”
“Ten? That’s nothing! What do you need me for?!”
“…Thousand. Per hold.”
“By the Eight…” Sirrus was now on the verge of tears.
“That’s a personal record, for me. I’m actually rather proud.” Sythis beamed.
“…Let’s just keep walking.” Sirrus said, avoiding the topic any further.
Sythis led on silently with Sirrus at her flank until they hit the small hamlet of Riverwood. Sirrus was happy to seeing civilization, until everyone gave them uneasy looks, however, they were mostly directed to the scary woman marching in front of her. Awkwardly avoiding these glances, Sirrus ducks her head close behind the thick pelt.
Chapter Two
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