((Luckily, I fit in time for today!))
Derkeethus sat with Saloman. When Saloman asked Derkeethus where he was from, he paused for a moment. "I am actually from a town called Gideon, to the far west of Black Marsh." Derkeethus said. "...And I am pleased to be in the presence of my friends here at this moment." He smiled.
Meanwhile, Elgorym was thinking of making a stew and its ingredients and then turned to Tiaz. "I'll also try to get some fresh water that we can boil." Elgorym went to the fields that were somewhat far from the campsite to look for ingredients. Nightshade or nirnroot? The nirnroot could complement the stew nicely due to its taste, so perhaps that would work best. As he looked around a pond for nirnroot (and to check if the water was good), but instead he noticed an argonian nobleman wearing strapping-looking clothes appear on his horse down a road that stretched along the field.
"Hello!" the argonian said. "You seem to be searching for nirnroots, yes?" Elgorym was cautious about what he said to this stranger. "Yes... What is your name?" The argonian nobleman laughed at his question. "Why I am... umm... Gallen!" Elgorym wasn't quite convinced. "Why are you out here, 'Gallen'?" he asked in response. "Well... You ask a lot of questions." the argonian put a hand behind his own back so Elgorym couldn't see it, and secretly prepared a unique magic spell. "Do you have a problem with that?" Elgorym asked, somewhat annoyed. "As a matter of fact, I do."
The argonian jumped off of his horse, doing a flip onto the ground. To describe the argonian, well, he wasn't too tall nor short. His scales were somewhat red and he had a very spiky head. As he jumped off of his black horse, he ditched his fancy clothes, revealing a Dark Brotherhood uniform. "I should've known... The Brotherhood can never fool me." Elgorym said as he pulled his two swords out. The argonian smiled and unleashed his spell he was charging. "...Or kill me." Elgorym finished off. As the assassin unleashed his spell, a virtual bubble appeared around the two that was soundproof and prevented anything to go through it until its caster withdrew the spell. "It's because they never sent me. You will die here. I am known as Lurks-in-Shadows, and I will be getting my coin off of your corpse." the assassin said again. He conjured two sharp daedric swords that he held, with the one in his left hand backwards, a common fighting style with one-handed weapons. "No help from your friends, either." Lurks-in-Shadows snickered. He immediately lunged out a sword that scraped Elgorym's polished glass chest armor. Elgorym lost some footing and tumbled back slightly. Lurks-in-Shadows laughed, but was unaware that Elgorym was already lunging his glass sword to his arm. Quickly dodging it, the assassin retaliated and clashed a daedric sword onto Elgorym's glass swords. He pressed his foot onto Elgorym's chest and kicked him. Elgorym skid backwards, unaware that he was on the edge of a cliff. The assassin pushed him, but he quickly grabbed the ledge of the peak. "...Any last words, Rylven?" Someone who hired this assassin must know quite some about Elgorym, and clearly had a distaste for him. "Oh, yes, I do, actually." The proud argonian assassin grinned after Elgorym said this. "Well, let's hear it then." Elgorym smiled, much to the argonian's surprise. "...Watch your step." Immediately Elgorym grabbed onto the ledge with both hands and propelled himself upward right onto the assassin, and they began wrestling on the plains in the magical "bubble".
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