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The hysterical screaming of the bandit echoed throughout the crypt and onto the tundra as the Dragonborn stepped over the draugr corpses that littered the dusty floor. It was a good thing that there was only one actual passageway because her laughter echoed off so many walls and inaccessible sidetunnels they might have gotten lost otherwise.

Her screaming died down after a while only to be replaced by whimpered breathing and the cooing of Aela. "Ah. Dragonborn. Good, you're here. She's a tough one. Hasn't given me anything on the hostages."

The bandit girl's eyes widened and she began screaming faster than an astronaut launched by giant club. "I told her! I told her everything already! They're in Broken Fang Cave, all of them!"

A sheepish look came over Aela's face as she looked from the Dragonborn to the bandit and back again. "You're not going to believe the word of a bandit are you Dragonborn?"

The Dragonborn sighed and rubbed their temple. "Aela be honest. Is this interrogation for the good of the prisoners or is it for your own amusement?"

"Of course it's for the good of the... It's... I mean they... She... Alright fine, column B. I admit it."

Rolling their eyes, the Dragonborn pulled out a map and began studying it carefully. "Broken Fang, huh? Don't think I know the place."

"The south end of the plains," the bandit gasped between breaths. "South West of Whiterun. It's a rocky outcrop in the middle of the open you can't miss it."

"Well that's very kind of you. Listen, I can see that you've made some questionable life choices, but you're obviously smarter than most bandits. Take my advice, get your bounty paid off, start a new life, find a steady job and someone to settle down and grow old together with."

"I could never pay off that much!" the bandit objected, "Do you know how much lollygagging I've done? How many sweetrolls I stole?"

The Dragonborn considered for a moment, before pulling out a purse of monies and leaving it on the floor. "Should cover it. It's alright I won't miss it. I make twice that a week with the amount of unlooted crypts I stumble across." She managed a half surprised half tired thanks as the Dragonborn turned to leave. "I'll meet you back at Jorrvaskr later Aela."

"You don't want my help?"

"It's me, I've got this. And for the time being you've got her." An evil grin flashed across her face as the bandit's turned to a look of horror.

"Wait!"

But the Dragonborn could not wait for there were enemies nearby. And so, leaving behind a screaming bandit and a sadistic huntress the Dragonborn wandered out into the night set on their quest to save the hostages from a grizzly fate.

And was immediately distracted by a marathon running courier and an invitation to a new museum in Dawnstar which they decided to investigate posthaste.

And now after writing that I miss Skyrim. I should get back into playing it. Especially if everything's going into lockdown soon.

Anyways, art by

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The hysterical screaming of the bandit echoed throughout the crypt and onto the tundra as the Dragonborn stepped over the draugr corpses that littered the dusty floor. It was a good thing that there was only one actual passageway because her laughter echoed off so many walls and inaccessible sidetunnels they might have gotten lost otherwise.

Her screaming died down after a while only to be replaced by whimpered breathing and the cooing of Aela. "Ah. Dragonborn. Good, you're here. She's a tough one. Hasn't given me anything on the hostages."

The bandit girl's eyes widened and she began screaming faster than an astronaut launched by giant club. "I told her! I told her everything already! They're in Broken Fang Cave, all of them!"

A sheepish look came over Aela's face as she looked from the Dragonborn to the bandit and back again. "You're not going to believe the word of a bandit are you Dragonborn?"

The Dragonborn sighed and rubbed their temple. "Aela be honest. Is this interrogation for the good of the prisoners or is it for your own amusement?"

"Of course it's for the good of the... It's... I mean they... She... Alright fine, column B. I admit it."

Rolling their eyes, the Dragonborn pulled out a map and began studying it carefully. "Broken Fang, huh? Don't think I know the place."

"The south end of the plains," the bandit gasped between breaths. "South West of Whiterun. It's a rocky outcrop in the middle of the open you can't miss it."

"Well that's very kind of you. Listen, I can see that you've made some questionable life choices, but you're obviously smarter than most bandits. Take my advice, get your bounty paid off, start a new life, find a steady job and someone to settle down and grow old together with."

"I could never pay off that much!" the bandit objected, "Do you know how much lollygagging I've done? How many sweetrolls I stole?"

The Dragonborn considered for a moment, before pulling out a purse of monies and leaving it on the floor. "Should cover it. It's alright I won't miss it. I make twice that a week with the amount of unlooted crypts I stumble across." She managed a half surprised half tired thanks as the Dragonborn turned to leave. "I'll meet you back at Jorrvaskr later Aela."

"You don't want my help?"

"It's me, I've got this. And for the time being you've got her." An evil grin flashed across her face as the bandit's turned to a look of horror.

"Wait!"

But the Dragonborn could not wait for there were enemies nearby. And so, leaving behind a screaming bandit and a sadistic huntress the Dragonborn wandered out into the night set on their quest to save the hostages from a grizzly fate.

And was immediately distracted by a marathon running courier and an invitation to a new museum in Dawnstar which they decided to investigate posthaste.

And now after writing that I miss Skyrim. I should get back into playing it. Especially if everything's going into lockdown soon.

Anyways, art by