Hasir's walwa Forager slowed as it neared the Whiterun stables. His companion slowed as they noticed him looking sorrowfully at the
city of Whiterun. He was at a crossroad, he wanted to make the armor but knew if he set foot inside the city without Kodlak's
permission he would be in trouble.
Inigo glanced over to him with a worried expression on his face.
"My friend, what dries your scales?" He asked.
The Argonian looked away from the city and sighed,
"It's nothing. Let's find someplace to camp for the night." Inigo nodded and cast around for a suitable place to make camp. He found
a khajiit camp, the one where'd they'd met Hasir's sister, and suggested they would lay low there until morning where they would
think of something.
They got to the camp around late afternoon. Hasir looked arounf the camp and all the khajiit sitting around a still burning fire. Inigo
and, despite Hasir's best efforts to hold him back, approached them and sat down. Hasir and Affraji shook their head and joined
him.
Inigo eyed the khajiit and, seeing a khajiit with a rather unusual metaalic blue mark on her face, glanced over to Hasir.
"Who is that, my friend?" He whispered, pointing to the female khajiit.
The Argonian shrugged and said she was just a friend he'd met during his short imprisonment in Cidhna Mine. He told him that she
was the only person outside of Whiterun that he had told of his lycanthropy. When Inigo inquired about this, the Argonian said that
Kodlak forbade any of the companions to divulge their condition to anyone outside of Whiterun.
Hasir looked away from Amahka and saw Vajhira. Disheartened, he walked over to the two khajiit and sat on the one of the logs that
sat around the fire on which all the khajii sat on. He looked worriedly at the two khajiit,
"Amahka? Vajhira? What in Kynareth-I mean what in Hircine-why are you out here?" He spluttered. The khajiit looked at him and
said they were not allowed inside the city. Hasir scoffed at this ridiculous idea, "Come on, Amahka I get but why you, Vahjira? I
thought that you were accepted in Whiterun now. You even told me so when you welcomed me into the city when I felt out of place,
remember?"
Vajhira took a nearby stick and threw it into the fire; satiating the glow embers.
"Well, I am allowed to traverse the secret passage between the Jorrvask training yards and the twin equine chapel but the guards
and the patrons there, they still cast me looking of both fear and disdain whenever I go in, almost as if they are afraid to catch my
fleas... or something." She said sniggering to herself, What a stupid thing to worry about... I can imagine them itching constantly
and using edges of building as scrathing posts."
Inigo looked over to her, confused. He had no idea if humans could get fleas or not.
"You don't have fleas, do you? I thought fleas were only attracted by those with fur?" He asked her inquisitively.
Amahka shook her head and laughed,
"Of course I don't have fleas."
She looked back at Hasi; wanting to continue her story baring any more interruptions,
"Anyway, when the citizens saw me, they called for the guards and had me chucked out so I had to come and 'live' here, in the camp
these fine khajiit had enough common decency to give me." Her face suddenly grew darker, "Those stupid cityfolk thought I came
into their town to sell stolen goods." She gave a slight giggle, though out of mirth or nervousness Hasir did not know. "They foolishly
surmized that I was using the passageway near Jorrvaskr as an escape route to my 'thief's den'." She laughed again, "How wrong
those idiots were..." She sighed, dropping her gaze to the fire, "Still, wishing the whole city to take arrows to the knees won't help
alleviate my situation." She buried her face in her hands, sobbing, I am a housecat with no home, no one wants me.."
Hasir and Inigo looked on as murmers of ascent echoed around the campfire. Hasir and Inigo exchange glances. Hasir looked at
Vajhira and smiled,
"What if I talked to the guards of Whiterun on your behalf? I can get them to arrange houses for you and Amahka inside the city. If
that doesn't work, you can always come live with Inigo and me in my estate located near town. It's the least I can do."
Vajhira's mouth stretched wide in a satisfactory smile,
"Thank you Hasir, you are too kind." She hung her head again, "You see, Amahka and I came here from the desert land of Elsweyr."
She looked across at Affraji and Inigo, who nodded, knowingly and returned to her train of thought, placing it back on the tracks,
"Affraji, Inigo and I are not related, nor am I and Amahka. We only share the same race but I am sure all the khajiit here has felt the
sting of Imperial scorn." Hasir and Ingo's eyes met; they nodded as though they knew what the khajiit was talking about.
Vajhira smiled, divided up the fish she was cooking over the fire, smiled warmly and continued,
"When the Imperials came into the continent of Elsweyr, they looked down on Khajiit as those of a lowly station and were afraid to
touch them as if they feared getting dirty." She hung her leopardine head, "Not too soon after they came to Elsweyr, they set up
camp and forced the khajiit to conform to their ways. A few khajiit stood against them trying their damndest to perserve their ways,
my mother among them." She placed her heads in her hands and sobbed, "My mother never came home. My father told me later
that night that the protestors were set upon by those Imperial bastards. They killed them all." She said through gritted teeth.
Hassir reached a hand out and grasped Vajira's hand,
"I-I'm sorry for your loss. If you don't mind me asking, what happened next?" He asked.
Vajhira wiped her eyes and nodded. She was pleased to have someone who was sympathetic to her plight,
"Thank you. Your understanding means a lot. As for what happened next... I was wisked away to a heretofore unknown location
that only my father knew." She gulped, "He died spiriting me away, shot in the back by one of the Imperials."
Hasir looked at her; desperate to connect her experience with a similar experience of his,
"I know how you feel. I had a similar injustice down to me. I, along with my Argonian brethren, was detained for 'being different'."
The Argonian let these words hung in the air, like a strange silence before a storm. The leopardine khajiit urged Hasir to continue.
The Argonian smiled and all too easily obliged, "At the end of my unaif and unjust detainment, I and my brethren stood against, and
killed, our dunmer jailors."
Vajhira nodded and told Hasir that his story had touched her heart. Amahka parroted this. Hasir smiled, got up and stretched,
"Well, we should turn in. Tomorrow we have an early day. I will make good on my promise." The khajiit surrounding the fire got up
and went to their respective tents. Hasir, Affraji and Inigo went back to the large tent, laid out their bedrolls and feel asleep.
The next morning, the Argonian got up and went out to the fire that had long since died and sat on one of the logs, staring into the
fire. Inigo opened his eyes and, noticing that his friend wasn't there, went outside and sat beside the Argoinan. The smart blue cat
glanced at his friend who was looking forlornly in the non-existent fire,
My friend... I-er-how are you going to go about doing to task you set for yourself last night?" Hasir's shoulders rose and fell and his
tail rose and fell lamely like an almost dead snake, "I don't know, Inigo, I think I am going to sneak into the city tonight and procure
a place for Amahka and Vajhira."
Inigo thought for a while and came up with a solution, smiling at Hasir,
"You could always go straight to the Jarl and beg him to house the banished khajiit." He suggested.
The Argonian spun around and snarled at him; making the khajiit bristle like a scared Afiq,
"You know I can't do that! The minute I set foot inside Whiterun, Kodlak will be on me like fleshflies on Wamasu dung. Not to
mention the guards. In case you forgot, I killed the preacher, Hiemskr, in cold blood! They will want my head!"
Inigo changed tactics; thinking on an idea that would not upset the Argonian further, nor send him into incomprehesible hysterics,
"Welll... there is always the chapel. We go there in the cover of night, sneak into the city via the passageway to lead to Jorrvaskr,
sneak into the dragonreach prison and lay low until morning when we head up to the main hall there and speak with the Jarl." Hasir
narrowed his eyes at him. He gulped, either that or we can vist the Jarl iinside his chambers and ask him that way.
Hasir walked over to Inigo; obviously lost in thought,
"Tempting offer but why don't they just stay in my house near the city? They are outcasts after all, though no fault of their own, and
will be booted out of the city faster than you can say 'werewolf'." He shook his head, "That has 'bad idea' written all over it. My idea
is better. There will be no bloodshed and we'll have two-perhaps more-very happy khajiit. It's a win for both parties." He said,
beaming.
Inigo nodded as he and Hasir went inside the tent to find all the khajiit and Xelzaz sitting around a wooden table set with plates
containing fried thrush eggs, juniper berry juice, toast and a moonsugar wine Hasir had never tried before. Feeling quite hungry,
Hasir and Inigo sat between Vajhira and Amahka and helped themselves to a bit of everything-even going so far as to try the
moonsugar wine.
Hasir looked over at Inigo, who was happily sipping his wooden cup of wine while he gazed at Hasir who lent back in his chair not
touching his cup,
"My friend, what's wrong? You have that far-off look again." He asked sauntering over to the Argonian while continually sipping his
cup, "I see you haven't even touched you wine. Is it too bitter?" He inquired. He scrutinized the Argonian; his pumpkinish eyes
roving over his figure, trying to ascertain what he was feeling, what he was thinking.
The argonian shook his head while staring at the ceiling of the tent,
"No, the wine is great, it really is. It's just... I am still wondering if I have enough beds for five khajiit as well as you, Inigo." He said
in a worried voice.
Hasir's eyes flutter downward suddenly as an idea came to him,
"Hey, You don't suppose that Xelzaz can brew up some invisiblity potions?"
Inigo reached across the table with a purplish-blue hand, grabbed the wine bottle and hit Hasir over the head. Hasir try to bat the
bottle away with his hands. After suceeding to grab the wine decanter and tossing it against the wall, Hasir got another bright idea,
one even better than the last,
"Inigo, ignore my previous idea, I've a new one. What if Xelzaz can transfigure us into Whiterun guards so we can escort the two
khajiit into the city. If not, than we can... steal some guard uniforms and we can always pass ourselves off as guards." He suggested
Inigo sighed and sat down beside Hasir. He slapped the Argonian in the forehead for his stupidity,
"My friend, do you think it would look wierd that it would look odd to be fish swimming against the sea of uniformity?"
Hasir groaned and rolled his eyes,
"What in Oblivion does that mean? Try again, in common Tamrielic." He said
Inigo took a deep breath and tried again, in a slow voice that he would use for a insolent khajiit,
"I said 'wouldn't that feel odd if two guards with tails were visible among imperial or breton guards'?"
Hasir's tail swayed swiftly from side to side. He quickly hid his excited howvere as his mind caught another fish in the sea of thought,
"Inigo, this is nice and all, helping the khajiit but shouldn't we get some shut eye? We've an early morning and a long road's travel
ahead of us if we are to complete the prerequisites needed before we can fully attack Krovaxis... you know, the schematic and focus
crystals that K'hairi spoke of?No only that but I've got to find a way to get back into the companions' good books."
Inigo smirked and patted Hasir on the shoulder. He was happy to see his friend finally coming to his senses about all of this and
listened intently as Hasir told him of the debt he has to pay the citizens of Whiterun as that was the only way, he said, to reenter the
ranks as a companion.
Inigo turned to the Argonian after a hearty drink for his cup and saw that all too familiar thirst for adventure in the Argonian's eyes.
"What do you plan to do, you can't simply walk up to each citizen in turn and ask if they have work for you. You are not the thane,
my friend. Erm... even if you did wish to attain such a status, you'll be ousted before you get to the Jarl's longhouse."
Hasir smirked, got up and walked to a side of the tent with a bookshelf on it.
"You foolish feline, I am not going to enter the city, I am going to help out at one of the farms and, hopefully, complete enough tasks
on that farm that, in doing so, that will hopefully equate to helping the citizens of Whiterun." He turned away from the bookshelf and
face the khajiit, "Your idea of becoming the thane is brilliant, maybe I can go into the city and convince the jarl to give me the tittle,
though I may have to work for it first."
With that, he left the camp and headed along the path to the city gates. Once inside the city, he blanked all the merchant stall and
headed up to the cloud district. When he stepped over the threshold, two guards on opposite ends of the hall flung themselves at
him and attempted to restrain him. He quickly wriggle out of their relatively weak hold and cast his flame whip that turned the
otherwise cool hall into an oven.
The guards leapt back as if burnt. A femal guard walked up to the Argonian and scoffed at the shocked guards.
"Are you lot guards or milk drinkers, divines save us."
She put a hand on Hasir's shoulder and told his to sheathe his spell, he did so. Hasir glanced at the female guard outfitted in the
Whiterun guard uniform.
"I guess they let just about anyone join the guards these days," He said barking a laugh
The female Imperial ignored this apparent dig at her sex and smiled coyly,
"Well yes and no, I had to convince alot of pople, those in the guard especially, of my aspirations. It... was hard, especially because
they did not think a female was fit to be a guard. They, the male compenets of the garrison, subjected me to take a test no other
man would dare take because they thought I could not handle the real thing." She grinned and laughed, "You should've seen the
looks on their faces when I proved them wrong." She looked at Hasir and cursed, "My name's Lydia, nice to meet you." Hasir retuned
the gesture.
Lydia glanced at him, her eyebrows raised, half wondering why he was here and if there was anything she could help with.
"Hasir, why are you here? I heard you killed the preacher in the city. He was so annoying. It was about time that something was
done about that that blithering idiot. I was getting tired of hearing him preaching about Talos as though he was the only god in
existence, as though none of the other gods existed at all." She said scowling. "If I had to guess, would you happen to be here to
apply for the position of Thane?"
Hasir raised his spiky eyebrows as his jaw hit the floor. He did not know who told her of this but he was quite impressed.
"How did you know that? Did someone tell you?"
Lydia giggled and punched Hasir in the shoulder which made the Argonian wince.
"No one told me, I could tell what you came here for the moment you stepped into the hall. Come, let us speak to Jarl Balgruff and
see what he has to say."
She lead him past the firepit and up to where the Jarl sat. Upon seeing the Argonian, Balgruuf jumped to his feet and unsheathed his
sword.
"What is he doing here?" The Jarl asked, outraged, "I thought he was banished for killing the preacher, Hiemskr." Lydia waved him
down and explained why the Argonian had come back. "Very well," The jarl said, slumping back onto his throne, "Let us hear why
you came back, Hasir but don't pull anything funny or my guards will run you out of town."
Hasir approached the throne and bowed his head,
"My intentions are honest. I have no desire to lie to you, though, Hiemskr was asking for it." Bolgruuf unsheathed his sword and
pointed it at Hasir threateningly. The Argonian moved the blade away from his neck, "I apologize if I struck a nerve, but that is not
the reason I came here. The real reason I came here is to both request that the khajiit obtain shelter in your city and to ask that you
bestow upon my the title of Thane."
The jarl stared at him for a few seconds as if he were something disgusting he wanted to be rid of as swiftly as possible,
"Why should I let those flea-bitten vermin into my city? There is likely to be war between them and the Nords if I do. Do you
understand that the Nords and khajiit don't see eye to eye and consider the cat-folk to be beneath them? No, I cannot in good
conscious do that." He fell silent for a time, thinking on something, "This thane position you speak of, it turns out I do need a thane
in my court." He rubbed his chin in thought, "Tell you what, if you help a few people in Whiterun. They could be people you've
wronged in the past. If you do that than I can see about both you offer of housing the khajiit and the possiblity of making you the
thane of my city."
Hasir's face brightened at the possibilty of making both Vajhira and Amahka's drearms, and even the rest of the khajiits' dreams,
come true.
"Jarl balgruuf, thanks for hearing me out. Wait until I tell Vajhira and the khajiit, their tails will be tied in knots!" He said excitedly.
The Jarl frowned at him as he leaned over and whispered something to Irileth. Hasir strained his ears to see if he could hear the
hushed conversation but, even to his supernaturally enchanced hearing, he could not make neither tails nor scales of what they were
saying. Irelith bowed respectfully and left the hall.
The argonian raised an eyebrow and asked the Jarl what he and his housecarl was taliking about. The jarl weighed the question in his
mind for a bit before answering.
"I've sent Irileth to Jorrvaskr to tell Kodlak about the title you wish to obtain." Hasir asked why on Tamriel he did that. Balgruuf
leaned closer to the Argonian, "Tell me if I'm wrong, but, Irileth and I were wondering if you wishing to become Thane has anything
with getting back in with the Companions?" The shocked Argonian cocked his head to the side and asked the jarl how he know that
as he did mention anything to him nor Irileth about that. The jarl stood up and sat down in one of the chairs flanking the long table
on the right side of the firepit. Hegestured to the chair across from him, Hasir sat down.
Balgruuf placed his hands on the table, tented his fingers and looked at the Argonian,
"Hasir, I know because Kodlak came to dragonsreach after your temporary suspension." He gave a slight chuckle, "Well, that all
depends if you do all the tasks set forth for you." The argonian's eyes narrowed as he thought about what the Jarl was saying. He
finally spoke aloud the words he was thinking, "Balgruuf, are you saying that Kodlak has been watching me this whole time? That he
has some secret agenda for me before I can obtain my proper rank again? Do he want me to, er, help Severlo Pelagia replenish all
the crops I stole?"
The jarl was about to say something else when the door banged open and in walked Irileth with Kodlak right behind her. Jal balgruuf
smiled and gesturing Irileth to the chair next to his and Kodlak the chair next to Hasir. Jarl Balgruuf explained the situation to Kodlak
but the harbinger held up a hand to silence him,
"That's enough Balguuf, I've already heard the story from your housecarl. Hasir is this your motive? Do you really think that
becoming thane of Whiterun will really help you in returning to Jorrvaskr to rejoin the ranks of the companions?" Think he knew what
came next, Hasir tail hung limply behind him but was caught offguard when Kodlak smiled at him rather than being mad with him,
"Hasir I thinking becoming thane is a wonderful opportunity to hel the people of Whiterun. If you remember, I told you that if you
helped some people in need, you will quickly regain not only the honor of the companions but also my gratitude." He cast a sideways
glance at Balgruff and smiled. He got up and left the hall.
Balgruuf got up and gestured for the Argonian to do the same,
"Hasir, don't you have people to help? Best get to it."
Hasir left the hall with his tail swaying like a snake that caught a mouse after much turmoil and hardship. As he was about to push
the door open, he thought of something. He glanced over his shoulder and called back to the Jarl,
"You'd better hold up your end of the bargain." with that, Hasir left Dragonsreach and stepped out into the city of Whiterun.
Hasir walked down the stone steps, tail swaying stiffly. He walked towards the tree in the center of the city and sat down on one of
the many benches that encircled the tree, placing his bag by his feet. His tail coiled on the bench next to him as there way no hole
for it to poke through. He fussed with it trying to make it feel as comfortable as possible but ultimately gave up as he became lost in
thought.
"How in Hircine's name will I assist the people? This city is small and familiar but at the same time it feels so large and alien. I mean
I have yet to meet the majority of the citizens that live here. I only known those in Jorrvaskr, dragonsreach and the alchemy shop
that Arcadia runs." He said, counting on his fingers. "I suppose I can also venture outside in the plains to see if the people there
require any assistance."
He smiled and got up, seeing those places as a good place to start. He was about to go into to Arcadia's alchemy shop when an idea
struck him as he stopped and looked at the Gildergreen; its bark white as snow and its branches looking as dead as ever.
"Hmmm... I could go see Danica and see if she needs help." He picked up his leather backpack, slung it over his shoudler and
headed for the temple of Kynareth.
Danica was dressing an injured farmer's wounds when she heard a knock at the door. She placed her tools on the stone slab and
went to answer it. She let out a groan of despair when she saw the Argonian standing there beaming at her.
"What do you want Hasir, can't you see I'm busy?" He peered inside the temple and saw medical supplies laid out on one of the stone
beds. He apologized and Danica closed the door. The sly Argonian stuck out his foot to stop the door. Danica rolled her eyes, "Look, I
am very busy, can you come back tomorrow and we can discuss whatever it is you want then?" He said it couldn't. The imperial
gestured him inside and shut the door.
Hasir saw that the temple hadn't changed from the time he'd met Ceralyne. A memory came to him of her, not wanting to show tears
in front of the Imperial, he quickly wiped them away. His eyes fell upon the ingored farmer and immediately recognized him as the
man who ratted him out to Kodlak. He blanked him, trying to shut out his incessant moaning and turned to Danica.
"Danica, why is Severio Pelagia here?" She eyed him as she continued to wrap his leg with what looked, at least to Hasir, like damp
cotton. He lent closer and saw that she was using the same thing she had used on him to heal the man as well. She looked over
her shoulder at him and said that Severio's farm was attacked by a giant.
Danica's face brightened as the injured man stirred,
"Good news, he is awake so you can ask him yourself." She said grinning
The man's eye fluttered open and looked down at him leg, fighting the urge to vomit and the pressure increased as each layer of wet
wisp wrappings was appiled, laced intermittently with leather straps for added stability. The man groaned and glanced to his left. He
nearly fell off the slab when he saw Hasir.
Frightened, he turned to Danica while pointing at the Argonian,
"What is he doing here? Hasn't he done enough damage to my farm?"
Hasir grimaced and backed away slightly as if stung by the man's words,
"Hircine's claws no, I am actually her to amend my ways... er, pay a debt to you." He looked down at Severio's bandaged leg, "Mind
if I ask, did the giant break your leg?" Severio glanced at Hasir as if no qeustion could be stupider. Surely, the Argonian could
connect the dots with what Danica was doing.
Anger flooded Severio's body but he took a deep breath to contain himself,
"Yes, he did. For some reason, the giant ventured near my farm. I thought it was going to attack my crops, my apple orchard or my
chickens, so I ran inside, grabbed my sword and faced the giant. I swung at the stone-skinned creature only to have my sword break
on contact. It was then that I knew I messed up. The giant swung its tree-like club and broke my leg in three places. I know I had to
do something, so I hailed a carriage and asked to driver to take my to Whiterun; once there, I hobbled all the way up to the Temple
of Kynareth and... well, the rest you can see for yourself."
Hasir said the man shouldn't haved egged the giant on, he was doing no harm. He also asked the man what he could do. Severio
shifted his weight, as much as he could without suffering jolts of pain.
"Argonian, can you look after my farm? Well, look after it for as long as I am here, please?"
Hasir nodded and left the temple.
He knew that looking after a farm was not part of his plan but he wanted to help in any way he could. He wondering if wild wolves
or sabretooth tigers would attack the farm and if they did, he would have to be properly outfitted. He knew he could not fend any
threat to Pelagia farm off with armor that he could barely move in; let alone fight in. He kned he had to see Adrianne and ask her to
use her forge. He was thinking of using the skyforge but if he was spotted by the harbinger then he would get tossed out of
Jorrvaskr, possibly for good. He let this idea float away like a boat on water and headed down to Warmaidens.
As he approached warmaidens, Adrianne, the owner of the shop was busily working the forge while he guessed her husband was
inside selling armor or something. The argonian shrugged and walked over to Adrianne. He laid out all the dragon scales and bones
he'd gathered upon a small wooden table that lay beside the forge. The Imperial walked over to the table just as Hasir finished
placing the two deer pelts.
He grinned at her as she picked up a scale and examined it. His tail did a quick dance behind him as he waited patiently for her to
speak. After she placed the scale on the table and scrutinized his wares, she finally did so.
"Hasir, how did you come by these?" She said gesturing to the items on the table.
The argonian lent the empty backpack against the table.
"I killed some dragons for the scales and bones. As for the deer pelts, I killed a stag and a doe. I skinned them myself. All these
ingredients are required to craft dragonscale armor." Adrianne gawked at him; she thought that the ingredients for such an armor
would be harder to obtain. "Yes, you heard me right." Hasir said nodding, "Dragon. Scale. Armor." He said, greatly annunciating each
word. "I require your forge so I can craft the armor as well as... er, three days to assemble the armor." Adrianne told him that he was
free to use anything in the immediate vicinity to complete his task. Hasir beamed at her. Adrianne returned the gesture and went
inside her shop.
Hasir began by tanning the two deer hides at the tanning rack. When he had enough leather strips, he laid them beside the scales
and bones and spilt the water trough into three parts and set the bones in one section, the scales in another and the leather strips in
the third. Over the next few days, Hasir left the bones, scales and leather strips in the partitioned trough until they had softened.
Once they had become sufficiently pliable, he worked the scales fitted the dragon bones and tied them together with the leather
strips. At sunset on the second day, The scales and bones began forming the shape he had envisioned. He worked the armor until he
had made a set of boots with a matching green cuirass with ivory spikes and inlays. He removed one after the other from the
workbench using tongs and dipped them in the nearby stream. When cooled to his liking, he lent them against the tanning rack to
dry.
He went back to the workbench and worked the armor some more until he fashioned a matching set of spiked gauntlets. He repeated
the process that he had done with the previous bits of armor. Once those parts cooled, he stripped out of his heavy armor, stowed it
into his bag and put on his new armor. Seeing he had a surplus of leather strips, bones and scales, he made a set for Inigo. He also
made two dragonbone axes, a dragonbone sword and worked some scales to form a shield. He tossed the shield and weapons in the
stream and, after a few seconds, picked them up and laid them on the cobblestones to dry.
Hasir picked up his newly created axes, sheathed them and stored the dragonbone sword and the extra set of armor into his bag and
pushed the gate open. He wondered where the exact location of Severio's farm was but saw Inigo and Affraji coming up the
cobblestone path toward him. Inigo saw the new armor and circled it like a dog would a new toy.
"My friend, where did you get the snazzy new armor? You look like a dragon in human form."
Swelling with pride at being praised, the Argonian thanked the smart blue cat.
"Thanks Inigo, I got a surprise for you; three actually." He reached into his bag and extracted a dragonbone sword, a shield and a
matching set of dragonbone armor.
Inigo took the armor, sword and shield from Hasir and stripped out of his old and dirty hunting ground outfit and stepped into his
new dragonplate armor.
"You can turn around now my friend. Well? What do you think?" He asked as he swung his dragonbone sword in the air. "Nice
sword. The dragonscale shield isn't half bad either, but I must ask... why didn't you fashion us any helmets?" He also asked about
the two axes on the Argonian hips.
Hasir eyed the khajiit if he'd eaten a bad sweetroll, which given Inigo's proclivity for sweetrolls wouldn't be that far field.
"I don't like helmets. I like giving my spikes, the ones on my head not the armor, room to breathe. I thought you'd be the same way
with your ears so I didn't bother with the helmets. As for my axes, I don't do well with a sword and shield or two handed weapon so
that left me with only one option." Inigo asked the Argonian why he doesn't use other weapons.
The Argonian waved the khajiit's question away as if it was a troublesome fleshfly.
"Now, I didn't say I was averse to different kinds of weapons. I just meant that I will use various weapons for training purposes only.
When I am out on a mission, I will stick to my two axes. Of course, my opinion bears no weight on you; you can use whatever
weapon you like. It wouldn't bother me one bit if you decided that your proficiency with a bow trumps your skill with a longsword."
Inigo unsheathed his ebony bow and compared it against the dragonbone sword.
"Is there any chance that he make bows out of dragonbone? I feel my ebony bow feels a bit weak compared to the shiny, new
dragonbone sword." He thought, frowning as he studied his new sword.
As if on cue, Hasir took out a bundle of furs and handed them to Inigo. He looked perplexedly at Hasir.
"My friend, I have enough furs to survive a cold winter's night, thanks anyway." He smiled uncertainly as he tried to forced them
back into Hasir's hands.
Hasir huffed in anger and pushed so hard that Inigo nearly fell over. The khajiit sighed in defeat and opened the bundle of furs. His
eyes sparkled as they beheld twenty arrows in a brown quiver with a dragonbone symbol on it and an equally beatuiful ivory weapon
punctiated by 'dragon teeth' that decorated the edge of the bow.
He picked it up, slung the quiver over his shoulder, nocked an arrow and shot it toward a grazing doe fifty feet away. The doe keeled
over and Inigo ran towards it and extracted the arrow with a satisfactory grin.
"Wow! This bow is amazing." He said glancing over his shoulder at the Argonian. "It definitely beats my ebony bow by a wide
margin."
Haisr ran at a majestic stag grazing a few short feet from the fallen doe and ripped through the creature's jugular with his two axes.
The poor creature fell to its knees and pleaded, with wide eyes, for him to end its suffering. Feeling pity for the stag, Hasir sliced
through the stag's neck with his twin axes.
He hissed pleasantly as he saw, first hand, the axes' deadly speed and precision. Hasir wiped off the blood-stained axeheads and
sheathed them. He removed his knife from his bag and started skinning the fallen stag and doe. When all the spoils of the kill was
gathered, he folded the pelts, placed them in his bag and started walking toward Severio's farm with Inigo behind him.
They got to the farm around midday. Undulating fields with crops as far as the eye could see: wheat, corn, carrots and lettuce met
their eyes. Beside the expansive field was a typical woodwork house with a small apple orchard on the right side of the house. Inigo
saw a lone khajiit working the crops and approached him.
"It's nice to see another of my kind in Skyrim, but are you aware that slavery was outlawed in Morrowind not too long ago? You know
you can be free if you want to, right?" The khajiit ignored him as if he didn't hear the blue khajiit, or perhaps he could not hear him.
Inigo cupped his hands around his mouth and raised his voice,
"You are the master of your own fate. No one will stop you if you choose to do something with your life and not be a slave to
another's will and desires. If you want to escape this oppressive atmosphere, no one will stop you."
The khajiit turned his brown-furred head, stood up, walked over to where Inigo stood and whacked him on the side of the head with
his trowel,
"Of course I know that, idiot," He said with a snarl, "Maybe you should learn you facts before making rather outlandish assumptions."
He gestured to the crops he was tending, "I chose to stay here and tend these crops moron. Well, to be clear, I harvest the crop
and there are, in turn, made into breads, stews and soup by Xhiak-xi." Inigo and Hasir looked at each other, thoughly confused.
Hasir scrutinized the khajiit as he leant against the house, folding his arms. Judging from his brown slacks and blue shirt, the
Argonian guessed that the khajiit either moved here from Elsweyr or he had worked in some fancy clothes shop in Skyrim before
getting this job.
"Who is Sheem-la? Is she your wife? A fellow slave?" He sniggered, unaware of his rudeness
The khajiit narrowed his eyes dangerously,
"No. How dare you insinuate such a thing!" He thundered, "Zayirr would never submit himself to be a slave. This one is no
indentured servant. He performs tasks of his own free will."
Hasir scoffed at him. The brown khajiit scowled at him,
"A likely story. What about Sheem-la, is she free?"
Zayirr could've strangled the Argonian for his inpertinence. He took a deep breath; cooling his emotion.
"The argonian, Xhiak-Xi is indeen a free lizard. She came here from Morrowind," He tail coiled and uncoirled nervously behind him,
"She did become captured by dunmer, however, and was forced to work at one of their mines." He looked at the moronic Argonian,
who rolled his eyes, "Don't look at me like that." The khajiit snapped, "She was a slave but she killed her captors, escaped and went
looking for a new life in Skyrim."
Hasir glanced at him; thinking the khajiit was pulling his tail.
"Really? Why didn't I run into her then?"
Zayirr burst out laughing as he saw Hasir's clueless face.
"No, not really. You scalebacks will believe anything. This one was just joking."
Hasir snarled at this indignant remark and strode up to the brown khajjit,
"It's bad enough I get treated differently by Aela. I don't need any more helping of rascism added to my plate." He turned and
walked away but Zayirr picked up his spade and poked the Argonian in the back with it. Hasir whipped around, swung his tail
around; the khajiit landed hard, kicking up dirt. Hasir rounded on him and unsheathed his flame whip.
The khajiit looked utterly terrified a he stared in what, to hiim, to be a shard of Oblivion and cringed as the mad Argoian swung it in
a wide arc; catching the crops on fire. Zayirr gasped as he watched all his hard work go up in flames. Zayirr glanced wildly around to
see if anyone would come to his aide. After noone moved to assist him, he look up into the sky and started praying.
Hasir laughed maniacally as he raised his fiery whip. The khajiit before him felt the heat coming both from the Argonian as well as
the living weapon and grabbed a nearby rock to protect himself. Inigo, who was conversing with Xelzaz, saw this unsettling scene
and ran towards Hasir, waving his hands above his head,
"My friend, what on Tamriel do you think you're doing? He insults you and you burn his crops? Wouldn't it be best to just have let the
insult run off your shoulders?" He said, sweating a bit from the whip's heat. Hasir shrugged.
Inigo gestured to the field of burnt carrots, corn and other crops and took a deep breath.
"My friend, you have a lot of work to do." He looked accusingly at Hasir, "because you alone, no one else, committed this deed and
you have to atone for your actions." Hasir hissed indignantly at him. Inigo strode over to Hasir and pointed angrily at him, "My
friend, don't be like that. You have to set things straight so you will go and see if there are any stores that sell seeds, especially
ones whose packages that look like the ones that we saw when we first approached the farm.
Hasir growled with rage at the blue khajiit and stomped off to the city gates. With Hasir gone, Inigo passed by the burnt vegetable
field, put an arm around Zayirr and lead him to the house, knocked and entered. Inigo gestured to the Argonian stirring a pot of
soup over a steadily roaring fire.
"Is this the Argonian you were talking about?" He asked perplexedly. Zayirr nodded and waved the light green Argonian over to the
table by the door. Inigo and Hasir saw this as an invitation for them to sit down, they did so. Sheem-la introduced herself to the
khajiit and Argonian.
Inigo's eyes darted between the amber Argonian and the brown khajiit, mouth agape,
"You two look remarkably like my foster parents. They were an Argonian and Khajiit too... er, only... the other way around; male
Argonian and female Khajiit. There names were Da Vinci and Leah." Zayirr's face fell; assuming they were dead. Inigo chuckled a bit
and waved his hand dismissively, "No, they're not dead. My foster parents are very much alive. They are in Riverhold where they
remained when Fergus and I'd left to seek our destinies."
The amber Argonian lent over the table and eyed Inigo concernedly.
"Inigo, who is Fergus?"
Inigo smiled at her; always ready to inform and enlighten the people of Tamriel about his past and his family.
"Fergus is my brother," His smile faded, "I mean he was before he died as he was helping my parents sort out a caravan that was
set upon by bandits." Inigo thought of something, "Fergus and I were adopted in an orphanage in Riverhold. My mother, Attalla
stored my brother and I in a cave she'd found; putting a letter describing our situation in between us."
Sheem-la and Zayirr's eyes met; they did not have an inkling about what Inigo was talking about. Inigo saw this and guessed they
were about to ask about his birth mother. Hasir glanced toward Inigo and saw a tear glistening on his friend's face. Inigo saw this
and hastily wiped his eyes.
"Attala was my mother. She fell ill just we celebrated our second birthday. Corprus is a horrible, horrible disease... drove her mad as
it ravaged her body; making her a walking corpse. She was just like everyone else infected with the 'divine disease,' their brains
slowly deteriorating before their loved ones. My mother must've contracted the disease when she traveled to Morrowind. Like all the
poor victims, my mom barely recognized us in the final stages of the disease."
Sheema-la eyed Inigo, a tear falling down her cheek like water from a stalactite.
"If she died, how in Oblivion did she send you away?"
Inigo shrugged and guessed. He was not prepared for this. He almost always had an answer for questions, except this one.
"Dunno, I guess her intuition told her it was the right thing to do. The village we were born in was going to kill me anyway." Both
Sheem-la and Zayirr looked at one another, worried, "I was born under a 'bad moon.' It is referenced in many Elsweyrian tales. A
khajiit born in the dark of night under a bad moon shall suffer from blue tinge of fur." He recited as if burned into his memory, "That
unfortunate soul must be spirited away swiftly or be put to the sword."
The Argonian shared her concern and asked if Fergus suffered the same fate. Inigo beamed at her, happy to have someone who
shared his love of storytelling.
"My brother did not suffer the same fate. He and I were born mere minutes apart, so he was born just as the sun was just about to
blanket the world in darkness."
Zayiir reached over and grasped Inigo's hand in his own. Sheem-la told the khajiit that she hoped that Fergus's demise doesn't weigh
on him too hard and that he should not let the shadow of death blot out the sunlight and if he concentrates he can break through the
overwhelming doubt that comes with it.
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