Another Skyrim snippet
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avevale_intelligencer"Aw, man," groaned Turbul gro-Tesk. "Our good axe too."
Anfang opened his eyes and sat up, feeling the ache in his bones and joints. Getting killed would do that to you, especially after the seventh or eighth time.
"Every damn week!" the orc groused. "Every damn week some lousy adventurer comes along..."
"This is the main road from Whiterun to--well, just about everywhere east of here," Anfang pointed out. "Where else would they go?"
"I remember when that was a good reason to set up here," Dilecta said from the doorway. "Lots of rich merchants to rob, you said. Easy money, you said. Collect a toll, you said--"
"I know what I said!" Anfang snapped. "What did they take?"
"Everything!" Turbul slammed his hand down on the table. "All the cash, all the food, all the alchemy supplies..."
"The potions?"
"Every last one."
"Even the one in the--"
"Yes." Anfang didn't know what it was, bad water or bad air or too much steamed mudcrab, but ever since they'd set up camp in these towers, visits to the privy for all of them had become...difficult. It only made sense to keep a bottle of healing potion nearby.
Well, there was no help for it. "Did you get a good look?"
"I never saw a thing," Dilecta said glumly. "Arrow through the back and out went the lights."
"It was a woman," Turbul said. "Small, dark. Merchant's outfit, I think. That's all."
"All right," Anfang said. "We see her again, we kill her on sight. Right?"
The others nodded, each thinking the same thing; that they would be lucky to get a glimpse of her, or any other adventurer who happened along, before they got skewered. They weren't up to this.
Anfang sighed heavily, and got to his feet. It would take days to gather the ingredients for more healing potions, never mind anything else.
Some days, being a bandit was just not worth it.
Anfang opened his eyes and sat up, feeling the ache in his bones and joints. Getting killed would do that to you, especially after the seventh or eighth time.
"Every damn week!" the orc groused. "Every damn week some lousy adventurer comes along..."
"This is the main road from Whiterun to--well, just about everywhere east of here," Anfang pointed out. "Where else would they go?"
"I remember when that was a good reason to set up here," Dilecta said from the doorway. "Lots of rich merchants to rob, you said. Easy money, you said. Collect a toll, you said--"
"I know what I said!" Anfang snapped. "What did they take?"
"Everything!" Turbul slammed his hand down on the table. "All the cash, all the food, all the alchemy supplies..."
"The potions?"
"Every last one."
"Even the one in the--"
"Yes." Anfang didn't know what it was, bad water or bad air or too much steamed mudcrab, but ever since they'd set up camp in these towers, visits to the privy for all of them had become...difficult. It only made sense to keep a bottle of healing potion nearby.
Well, there was no help for it. "Did you get a good look?"
"I never saw a thing," Dilecta said glumly. "Arrow through the back and out went the lights."
"It was a woman," Turbul said. "Small, dark. Merchant's outfit, I think. That's all."
"All right," Anfang said. "We see her again, we kill her on sight. Right?"
The others nodded, each thinking the same thing; that they would be lucky to get a glimpse of her, or any other adventurer who happened along, before they got skewered. They weren't up to this.
Anfang sighed heavily, and got to his feet. It would take days to gather the ingredients for more healing potions, never mind anything else.
Some days, being a bandit was just not worth it.