Thieves Never Prosper?
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+A through F › Elder Scrolls - Oblivion
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,560
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Nosy neighbours
(writer's note: just a short interlude before we get back to the main story!)
In the room next door to Varon's, another rather unlikely couple stirred.
“Are you still awake?” whispered Henantier.
“Mmm. I thought I heard talking just now,” murmured Kud-Ei.
“Do you think we should check in there? It occurred to me - we don’t know what that boy’s connections are. I didn’t want to say this in public, but I overheard the part of your conversation earlier where Ardaline was talking about her ex. It's not hard to guess what kind of organisation the man belonged to. Could be that this lad’s interest in her is not what it seems, and he works for the other man.”
“No,” said Kud-Ei. I had him checked out when he kept hanging around here, just in case. Bard, Thieves Guild member, and Speechcraft trainer. You'd never know it from his hapless attempts to chat up Ardaline, but he’s advanced in Speechcraft and can command a good fee from time to time. He’s harmless enough.”
“Or so he appears. He could be in more than one Guild. He wouldn’t be the first.”
“I thought of that but it just doesn’t add up. If he was part of the Guild-we-never-mention, he would never have survived being such an incompetent spy. He would have simply gone missing one day. Or else Ardaline might have disappeared without trace. I’d guess the only reason that she’s alive now is that her ex was starting to tire of her. He must have realised she was too naive to have any real idea what he was really into, so she was hardly a threat to him.”
“Possibly.”
The two of them were suddenly distracted by a faint moan.
“What was that?”
“I’d guess his paralysis must be wearing off.”
“No. I’m sure that was a woman’s voice.”
The sound came again, more high-pitched, more needy.
“Well, well, well. “I’d guess that he’s definitely recovering, although he may be feeling some lingering stiffness elsewhere,” chuckled Henantier.
“She’s in there with him, isn’t she? I do hope she’s all right.”
“More than all right, by the sound of it.”
In the room next door to Varon's, another rather unlikely couple stirred.
“Are you still awake?” whispered Henantier.
“Mmm. I thought I heard talking just now,” murmured Kud-Ei.
“Do you think we should check in there? It occurred to me - we don’t know what that boy’s connections are. I didn’t want to say this in public, but I overheard the part of your conversation earlier where Ardaline was talking about her ex. It's not hard to guess what kind of organisation the man belonged to. Could be that this lad’s interest in her is not what it seems, and he works for the other man.”
“No,” said Kud-Ei. I had him checked out when he kept hanging around here, just in case. Bard, Thieves Guild member, and Speechcraft trainer. You'd never know it from his hapless attempts to chat up Ardaline, but he’s advanced in Speechcraft and can command a good fee from time to time. He’s harmless enough.”
“Or so he appears. He could be in more than one Guild. He wouldn’t be the first.”
“I thought of that but it just doesn’t add up. If he was part of the Guild-we-never-mention, he would never have survived being such an incompetent spy. He would have simply gone missing one day. Or else Ardaline might have disappeared without trace. I’d guess the only reason that she’s alive now is that her ex was starting to tire of her. He must have realised she was too naive to have any real idea what he was really into, so she was hardly a threat to him.”
“Possibly.”
The two of them were suddenly distracted by a faint moan.
“What was that?”
“I’d guess his paralysis must be wearing off.”
“No. I’m sure that was a woman’s voice.”
The sound came again, more high-pitched, more needy.
“Well, well, well. “I’d guess that he’s definitely recovering, although he may be feeling some lingering stiffness elsewhere,” chuckled Henantier.
“She’s in there with him, isn’t she? I do hope she’s all right.”
“More than all right, by the sound of it.”