"Understood Nikt...err I mean, Dargo, wish me luck." said Derkeethus as he listened to Dargo's orders. He remembered that his Stormscale Master was still imprisoned, but was still used to taking orders from him, which is why he hesitated when he accidentally said the first syllable of Nikten-Tei's name.
"You two, follow Dargo. Do as he says and take Nikten-Tei's Storm Atronach with you. Remember what I told you last night when we got here, how to get it to turn invisible. If you fools weren't paying attention, keep the Atronach in plain, clear weather and sunlight and it will vanish and become silent, but it will still be there". The two Assassins that Derkeethus dragged along nodded and did as they were told. Derkeethus then left and ventured the long, couple of yards long route to Morthal on foot.
It took approximately 27 minutes for Derkeethus to reach Morthal. He was a bit leg-sore but not so much that he could not do his job effectively. The guards were everywhere, however, Derkeethus maneuvered his way through (and blended into) their shadows furtively without being noticed. When he finally reached the front of a small wooden house. He attempted to open the door discreetly, but it would not budge. "Locked." Derkeethus thought to himself. He dug into his small bag of lockpicks without being seen by the guards and pulled out one. Derkeethus slid the thin piece of steel material in the lock and turned it clockwise. However, his lock became stuck, and Derkeethus accidentally broke it.
"Damn it! This is one complicated lock!" Derkeethus quietly mumbled to himself. The argonian Shadowscale then remembered his short katar had sufficed before when attempting to break through complex locks. So he pulled the little push-dagger out of his belt and gripped it tightly, then slid the blade into the lock. It fit perfectly. Afterwards he once again tilted it clockwise and before he knew it, the door was open. Derkeethus then creeped into the household.
The house appeared as if nobody was home but Derkeethus then heard loud snoring from the upstairs. It sounded like the snores of an elderly Nord gentleman. Derkeethus crept up the wooden stairs, making silent footsteps. He reached the old man in the bed, he was wearing Miner's clothes, which Derkeethus was used to wearing. Derkeethus then slowly tip toed towards the sleeping man and slit the Old one's throat wide open with the tip of his Katar. Blood was spewing from the wound, it splattered on Derkeethus' face since he was leaning over towards the old guy, it splattered and stained the old man's grey knotted beard as well. The man screamed in pain during his last breath and opened his eyes widely as the tip of the blade slid across his throat, but Derkeethus covered his mouth with his hand, muffling his loud scream. Whispering "Shhh..." into his ear as he struggled to get away and remain alive.
After the vibrations of his victim's screaming voice faded from his hand, Derkeethus pulled his hand off of the victim's mouth. The body laid there immobile with an open mouth, wide open eyes, and blood sprinkled all over the bed. Derkeethus knew he was dead, and closed both of the victim's eyes with the tips of his scaly index and middle fingers. Then closed the open, bloody jaw by grabbing the victim's chin and pushing it vertically to meet his upper lip. The twisted Argonian assassin knew what he had to do, so he slipped off the corpse's clothes slowly, took off his own armor, and put on the clothes himself; ripping open a hole purposely in the pants so his tail could fit through. He looked over at the bloody half-naked corpse of an old man beside him and said sarcastically, "That's lovely..."
Derkeethus then tilted his eyes downward and noticed the blood stains on his shirt. Knowing this would incite suspicion from the local authorities, he picked up the satchel he had with his formal attire off the floor, and pulled out a little glass bottle of stain-cleaning liquid he brewed himself. He un-corked it and poured it on the blood stain, rubbing it into the cloth thoroughly until the blood disappeared. He sighed in relief after that, but then figured out that he had nowhere to put his normal armor. However, luck struck him like a crossbow bolt and he noticed a key on a shelf as he looked around and assumed that key was for the chest in front of the bed. He confirmed his idea by sliding the golden key into the lock and opened the chest instantly.
He saw a bunch of useless junk within the chest, except for a coin purse. "You won't be needing this anymore..." Derkeethus said as he greedily stole the coin purse from the chest and placed it in his satchel. He took the man's Pickaxe out of the chest as well to keep up appearances and cast out the illusion that he was a Miner. He then stuffed his normal armor and Ebony Shortsword into the chest, closed it and locked it with the key then placed the key in his satchel. Knowing he would return to this exact place should he have need of his armor; however he kept his small katar with him, concealed in his pocket incase he happened to come across the Stormcloaks that he needed to assassinate.
Derkeethus then walked out of the door and strolled around the town. Fooling the guards of Hjaalmarch with the facade of his "Casual Argonian Miner" persona...
