Madrar
The Shadow in the Dark.
Severus watched as the tavern slowly filled with people. Not all of them were Nords, either. A Redguard, a few Imperials, and a couple of Altmer. He was intrigued by the two elves, knowing their kind seldomly left the isles. Or, at least, they didn't leave to come to Skyrim. Both looked like mages, one wearing robes that were heavily customized, but obviously Thalmor. The other, wore robes that were of pale grey material.
Another that caught his attention, was an Imperial mercenary, that sat at the bar, seemingly uninterested in the proceedings. Severus had heard that the Bloodlet coven occasionally hired such men from time to time. Those that knew how to take care of problems quietly, and without question. The others seemed like a mix of mercenaries and so called 'heroes'. The woman and girl he'd first seen leaving the keep were there, and as he watched, she stood and announced that she, and any who joined her and the girl, who she identified as her sister, would be leaving at first light.
'Sister? The two look nothing alike.' Severus didn't speak up. He was more interested in the job itself than whatever lies the mortal chose to speak. A commotion drew his gaze from the woman to a pair of Imperials wearing the blue of Stormcloaks. For a moment, he felt the familiar surge of anger, but tamed it quickly. A ceasefire was in place, and if a couple of rebels showed up dead, it would raise suspicions. Besides, it did not look like these two were typical soldiers. They looked like they were used to giving orders, rather than obeying them. Having no need for rest, the vampire leaned back into the shadows, and awaited the dawn.
Another that caught his attention, was an Imperial mercenary, that sat at the bar, seemingly uninterested in the proceedings. Severus had heard that the Bloodlet coven occasionally hired such men from time to time. Those that knew how to take care of problems quietly, and without question. The others seemed like a mix of mercenaries and so called 'heroes'. The woman and girl he'd first seen leaving the keep were there, and as he watched, she stood and announced that she, and any who joined her and the girl, who she identified as her sister, would be leaving at first light.
'Sister? The two look nothing alike.' Severus didn't speak up. He was more interested in the job itself than whatever lies the mortal chose to speak. A commotion drew his gaze from the woman to a pair of Imperials wearing the blue of Stormcloaks. For a moment, he felt the familiar surge of anger, but tamed it quickly. A ceasefire was in place, and if a couple of rebels showed up dead, it would raise suspicions. Besides, it did not look like these two were typical soldiers. They looked like they were used to giving orders, rather than obeying them. Having no need for rest, the vampire leaned back into the shadows, and awaited the dawn.