The Argonian Maid?...Nope!

It was outright boring.
Nothing happened. I just sit here on the wall, huddled in my blanket and watching the streets, looking like a beggar.
Which may be why the city guards glance at me but do nothing more.
At least someone could throw a coin at my feet.
-Booooring…soooo boooooring- sighing and staring ahead.
-Guard is walking left, guard is walking right, guard is staring ahead..guard is staring at me…guard is taking a break..another guard is coming, switching with him…guard is walking left…fleabag is running by...-
After nearly a whole night just watching my surroundings I can tell with closed eyes what the guards do and my brain is feeling fuzzy from the monotony.

When the sun is peaking over the city walls I give up, scuffling back to the small garden, the grey brown blanket firmly over my shoulders which are sagged and strenghtening the image of me beeing a beggar.
And then I am pushed aside, hard. But at least with the well in my back I do not land on my ass, staring puzzled after the dark skinned man with the axe who is running out of the garden and on the street.
-Hold on a moment…why is he running with a pulled out axe?-
I peek out on the street, starting to run as I see how the dark skinned man is attacking a person which is standing near the point where I was the whole night.
Gripping the hilt of my dagger I try to reach the fight before the person is killed…but halfway there a guard is interfering, stryking at the ..well..murderer..asassin?
And then the redguard is lying in his own blood, half draped over the stairs which led to the bridge over the water..and the guard is walking away as if nothing had happened while the attacked person seems to have dissapeared.
But who would not want to flee after such an event?
When the guard is behind the corner, walking his tour through the streets I cautious walk to the dead body, checking it for any clue …and well..yes ..take all the good stuff.
Good that he is dead and it does not matter any more if I let him lie there naked or not.
The dead do not know shame.
But do I feel shame, to clean out a dead man?…no..not really.
At least not this one…I am pretty sure he was sent to kill me.
Why else would he have attacked this person..at the same place where I had been..running out of seemingly nowhere…from the garden where I found the entrance to this strange room.

Now I know that the garden is no longer safe, but where else could I rest? The beds in the taverns cost money..money I need for other things. But if I am killed..but I can get killed also in a tavern..so what can I do?
Growling I drag my stuff, the armour and clothing I robbed to the Courier and knock.
The Khajiit who is answering the door does not even look a bit sleepy.
How do these fleebags look so cheery if they seem to work and run all night long?
“Hey birdie, whata doin ‘ere?”
“So now I am birdie?” I tsk before shoving the Khajiit aside. I think he was the one I toppled over…but they look all the same..or it is just my sarcastic side telling me that.
“I need a place to store my crap. Your brother, what he told me..it lead to someone trying to kill me and the place where I had my things first is no longer safe”
“Why don´t you bother Jensine? It was her joboffer which lead to all that?” while he is turning, pushing the door close and beginning to look a bit pissed..or whatever the twitching tail means with Khajiit
“Don´t be so unhospitable little brother” Ra'Jiradh is reprimanding his brother as he walks down the stair, some sheets of paper in one hand, yawning
“It won´t catch anyones eye if we drop it in your room…with all the junk you have there” ruffling his brothers fur
“Ok ahm…what´s your name?” scratching himself behind the ear and looking pensive
“I think birdie never gave us a name”
“Ah shut up Hassiri” sounding good naturally,petting him over the head
“That´s because I can not remember it fleebag” hissing a bit “But call me Kyrell…I somehow like the name”
“Sounds more birdie than lizard if you ask me” Hassiri´s grinning bright, flicking his tail as he goes away “Ok, have some work to do..not everyone can waste time talking with birds”
“Don´t mind him, he´s the youngest..mommies kitten” Ra'Jiradh is saying before I can go and pull his brother´s tail
“I heard that!” Mommies kitten is shouting from above.
“At least you have good ears as compensation for the missing brain” I answer back which is provoking a barking laugh from Ra'Jiradh

“Ok birdie, drop your stuff in the corner..but if you have something embarassing there, hide it somewhere else…I can not guarantee that my dear brothers wont rummage through your stuff..but I CAN guarantee that nothing will get lost” he is saying the last few words a bit louder which provokes an answering meow from above.
“Oh and good luck with the job, don´t get yourself killed” he is winking at me,or maybe making a shooing noting as he is walking to the table and sorting though the papers there.
“If birdie is killed can I get the stuff?” I hear an acquainted voice from above “Damn… shut up and go back to work you lazy ass” a more gruff voice is shouting..also from above.
“Hm ok…see you later” I mumble, turning and glancing back one last time back as I open the door…and there the damn fleebag is grinning and twinkling at me in a manner that gives me goose bumbs.
“Damn Khajiit” closing the door a bit more energetic than necessary..is he laughing again?

And now, what do I do? My mood has not really improved but I trust these Khajiits at least so much that I have not any longer to fear for my belongings. Now I use the blanket as a makeshift cloak. Not that it is raining or colder than the day before.
But if the people think me a beggar it may be my advantage.
Lost in my thoughts I nearly miss this strange fella who is crossing my way. Is he a nord? Light-skinned, blond hair..a leather armour and looking like a hunter directly out of the wild. If looks could kill…but I bet his sword can.
“Oh sir…dear sir..a coin..a rich merchant as you can surely spent a coin for a poor beggar..Stendarr may be with you” I make me smaller, hunched over and reaching for him, holding my fingers as if they are crippled by a disease “Just a coin.,..me so hungry dear master” trying to sound old, rasping, not looking him directly into the eye but mustering him
The disgust is painted on his face, sneering with cold eyes and a hand near his sword.
“I am a hunter, not a merchant..i sell furs and if you do not vanish at once I may have your hide for my collection”
I have not seen him in all the time since I arrived here…and I got this strong feeling that he is the one the Khajiits spoke about.
But even if not, I have to follow all possible clues and so I stay behind, running to the corner as he vanishes behind it and creeping after him.
But then I am side tracked as a group of chatting people is hindering my sight and I have to lean against the wall until my way is free again…and there he is gone.
Spitting some foul words I run…only some steps…but he has not walked round the other corner and there is no store and no house entrance in which he could have vanished..so I walk back…and then I see there is a passage from the street to the garden behind Thoronirs house.
Now I am so sure that this is the guy I need to find …I would bet my tail on it.

Growling I gnash my teeth together, hurridly walking back to Jensines store.
“Ok..i think I found his business partner from whom he is getting the cheap goods….oh and before I forget it…someone tried to kill me because I kept a watch on Thoronirs store so I think there is a bit of reward in order”
muttering to her as I dump down on the upholstered couch in her store.
She is blinking a bit irritated at me but before she can start berating me I cut her off
“ I am hungry, did you think about that? If I am doing work for you I can not earn money otherwise..should I steal food and go to jail for that?” sounding angry as I stand up and invading her personal space
“ If I go and get me food elsewhere..or money…then I can not keep an eye on the store..what if something important happens while I go searching for food because you refuse to help me? Is it really too much to ask for that?”
She does not like it, absolutely not,but she knows I am right and leading me behind her counter to a storage room with all kinds of food.
Sniffing at it I choose some fruits and vegetables along with bread…I really like bread and there are even some of the tasty mushrooms.
“My you have a big apetitte, or?” is she trying to put me down a notch or what?
“I am keeping watch…nearly all day and night so it is my right to be hungry..i would like to see you in my place I answer her with a hissing undertone in my voice.
“And do not dare to demand faster results…I do what I can” I am still a bit off the line with her after I came back last time and she took it as a personal insult that I could not tell her more.
“You speak with me in that way?”
“Yes I speak with you in that way because you are ungrateful…no one else wanted to help you and your merchant friends do not want to risk their life…or do they? And there you try again to tonguelash me..do this once more and you can shove you your money somewhere dark and stinky because I will quitt and then Thoronir can ruin you and your friends as he likes and no one will give a rats ass!” I growle with bristled feathers before I ‘bid’ her my good bye.


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And yes...the thing with the redguard really happend in the game to me when i kept watch at Thoronirs store..and also i meet the villain in the early morning. I spoke to him without knowing if he was the one..but as i had never seen him before i got this feeling..and he gave me the answer when i asked about goods that he was a hunter, not seeling goods but furs. At least in the german version of the game, then followed him and lost him...i still do not know if he vanished through the manhole or if the game was supposed to make me loose him