The Descent

After Mona had finished washing herself as clean as she could manage in the lake, she made her way back up to the house. She hoped Cainob had left, but wouldn't bet money on it. More so, she hoped he was satisfied for the day and wouldn't do much more than being an asshat.

Varen, she noticed, had left. He'd taken her horse from the stable to go to Riften as she'd asked. She didn't expect he really understood what she had tried to explain, but hoped that just telling Brynjolf she was going to Winterhold would be enough. It made her stomach tighten to think of how much might he tell about their little encounter in the lake. For Varen's sake, she hoped the young man would keep his mouth shut.

She entered her house and stood quietly to listen for sounds of occupancy. There were none. She didn't smell the deer either. Either it was stored in the basement in salt or Varen took it with him to sell for supplies. Either was fine.  She went up the stairs noticing her hunting armor had been collected and put away somewhere for cleaning, so Varen had come upstairs at some point. For a moment, fear struck her stomach that he had encountered Cainob. Surely if something had happened, she'd of heard sounds of a fight from the lake? Mona hesitated outside her bedroom door, then entered. 

Cainob was gone. There was a pack on the foot of her bed, and note in Cainob's handwriting next to it. She picked it up to read.

My dove, This pack contains an armor for you that I feel better suits your assets. This should aid you in getting onto Enthir's good side, and winning over anyone else that tries to stick their nose in your business. I command that you wear this rather than your typical armor, and make haste to Winterhold. I'll be watching over you. Don't fuck up. -Cainob

She ripped the letter in half, then again and again into little tiny pieces and let them fall to the floor like snow. Then she opened the pack and pulled out the armor. It was good glass armor, but in multiple pieces. She dressed. The upper portion was a gold and green glass bustier, which lifted her breasts upward in smooth mounds and showcased nipples under slightly obscured glass panes. It made her blush. The bottom portion was more like a golden paneled thong with an ornate gold and glass belt. She found boots inside as well, and pulled them on. They reached to her upper though in writhing bands of glass and gold. Matching gauntlets went to nearly her elbow, slim and dainty gloves for handling her crossbow. She observed herself in her polished copper looking glass. It looked more erotic than useful, and she hoped she didn't come across anything she couldn't kill in a few bolts rather than getting up close and personal with. She went to her dressing table and found a leather thong to bind her hair back. She took her time combing it out, in no real hurry, and bound it in a bun at the base of her neck. That would do for now. 

Lastly Mona crossed to her weapon rack on the wall and took down her enhanced Dwarven crossbow and a thick quiver of dwarven bolts. In her storage chest she gathered her potions leftover from her last adventure, gold, and some regular clothes in case she needed them, and went out the door.