Barbas’ head was nuzzled into a pile of one of the, now
deceased, attackers possessions.
Barbas- ‘Hey Ducky, Look!’
Barbas lifted his head with the bone white mask balanced on
his snout.
Barbas- ‘I’m a cultist!’
Darkwater was sat outside the Sleeping Giant Inn’s steps
tending to a small cut on his arm and did not react to the dog. The attackers
were not too much trouble but a letter found in their possession indicated
something going on, on an island off the northern coast.
Barbas- ‘Ducky’…..’Ducky’…….’Ducky’….’Duc…
DW- ‘WHAT!’
Lydia- ‘Barbas, give us a minute will you?’
Barbas appeared to shrug, if that’s what you could call it,
and plodded off to Lod’s house with another mask attached to his backside.
Barbas- ‘This’l freak him right out!’
Lydia sat next to Darkwater.
DW- ‘I’ve had it with him Lydia, he’s a liability’
Lydia- ‘I would say he’s got you out of more scrapes than
caused them. I mean he did deal with one of those men, alone, while we dealt
with the other’
DW- ‘Why are you defending him?’
Lydia- ‘All I’m saying is. Give him a chance okay? I think
we’re going to need to keep the skills of an invincible daedra dog to hand.’
Darkwater pulled a piece of cloth over his cleaned up wound.
Lydia- ‘Especially if were going to Solstheim’
DW- ‘We’re not’
Lydia- ‘These guys attacked you for a reason’
DW- ‘I’m done with that reason. People can call me Dragonborn
all they want. I’m not here to save Skyrim and I’m not here to carry out orders
for every Tom, Dick and Colin.
Lydia- ‘fine’
Dw- ‘Fine?’
Lydia- ‘Yeah, let’s just speak with Delphine, get the horn,
take it back to the greybeards and we’ll be done’
The pair walked into the Inn where Delphine was serving
drinks to a group of locals. She glanced at Darkwater for a brief second and
then walked back to the bar. Lydia and
Darkwater approached her.
Delphine- ‘What can I get you guys?’
Darkwater drew himself up and produced a note. He unfolded it
and began to read it out like a 5 year old in a school play.
DW- ‘H…hello sir and or madam’
Lydia and Delphine exchanged looks.
DW- ‘P..please can we rent the attic room?’
Delphine – ‘Wow’
Lydia- ‘Yeah, that was tragic’
Delphine leant in and whispered
Delphine - ‘guys, just go in there’
She pointed to the room on the left.
Lydia walked over and into the room while Darkwater stood
for a second not sure if that was his cue to move…awkwardly folded up the note
and followed behind. Delphine followed in a few minutes later and shut the
door.
Delphine- ‘Here you go’
She hands Lydia the Horn Jurgen Windcaller.
Lydia – ‘Do you know we walked across Skyrim and back for a
horn that was sitting pretty much at the base of the mountain we had to take it
to?’
Delphine put her hand on her hip and looked dead pan at Lydia.
Delphine- ‘I’m sure it was an adventure you will never
forget’
Lydia- ‘Would you like a scar you will never forget?’
Delphine- ‘I’d like to see you try’
Darkwater took a step between them.
DW- ‘Ladies, Ladies…listen….can’t we just’
Lydia turned to Darkwater. If looks could speak this one
would be saying ‘step in front of me again and I’ll show you the underside of
an anvil’
Delphine- ‘I saw those men attack you outside, they seem to
think you are the Dragonborn?’.
DW- ‘they think wrong’
Delphine- ‘Really? I seem to recall you shouting at chickens
outside Sven and Hilder’s house last week.’
DW- ‘I hate them, with their little beaks and stupid fat
bodies “oh I’m a chicken I go ‘bock bock’ all day long and suck at flying”’
Lydia – ‘Wow that hate runs deep’
Delphine- ‘It was no ordinary shout…, listen. Follow me’
Delphine started to walk out of the room and Lydia followed
behind.
DW- ‘no…’
Delphine and Lydia stopped and turned around.
Delphine – ‘but I have a secret room behind th….’
DW-‘Don’t care’
Lydia- ‘C’mon ducky…secret room….new stuff….quests!’
DW- ‘Exactly…were going to the Greybeard to give them the
horn and them I’m going home!’
Lydia- ‘okay okay, come on then lets go’
Darkwater walked out of the room, past the ladies and towards
the exit. Just as he passed Lydia, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head
and the all was black.
The darkness was infinite and instant all at once. A world
where the arrow of time was circular. Darkwater had time to think but no time
at all.
‘am I dead…?’
‘probably not….otherwise I wouldn’t be asking if I’m dead. I
would just be dead’
‘That sounds like blasphemy’
‘You sound like blasphemy’
‘ooooh snap’
PAIN
Sudden and sharp, the back of his head throbbing and pain was
permeating through his brain. Still unsure as to why it was so dark he then
realised why.
Darkwater opened his eyes….
He was sat on a chair next to a table with a map. Whilst Delphine
was pulling the back of a bookcase over what looks like a doorway.
Lydia – ‘Sorry buddy’
Delphine – ‘Thank you for joining me, I am not really a barmaid.
I am on an important mission’
DW – ‘ahh fucksticks!’
