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Nam-Rei indicated to the tent that would be mine, and then the argonian and parted ways. I held up a hand in farewell and she repeated the gesture.

I watched her go, then turned and made for the tent she had pointed to. It was wide I saw, shaped like a box with a tipped top, and through the flaps I found it was more than spacious. A bed was at the tents far side, along with a dresser and closet. To the tents right side was a wooden basin, filled almost to the brim with steaming hot water. And sitting on the edge of the the basin, wrapped in a fur cloak but little else, was a dark elf woman. She sat with one hand trailing in the hot water, one leg on top of the other, and her other hand resting on her legs. She had bright red eyes, and she met my eyes, said,

"You must be Fathhar," in a quiet but strong voice.

"I am," was my reply. My own voice was still strong, but even I could hear how tired I sounded.

"Come," the elf female held out her hand now, beckoning me, "Come and let me ease the burdens that surely weight heavy on your shoulders."

The tent flaps had settled still behind me, and now I walked into the spacious tent, more than happy to oblige the elf with her request. She stood up from the basin and let the fur cloak fall from her shoulders, revealing a full breast and youthful body. Her long dark her fell down her shoulders and black like rolling waves in a black sea, and she stepped up to me, placing one hand on my chest and the other hand in my own.

She pulled off the cloak on my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, then tugged away the worn rags of cloth that had served as my prison clothes. The elf ran her hands down my back, and I stepped up and into the basin. My foot sank into the hot water and I let out a moan, not having felt a warmth that good in quite a while. I put my other foot in and rested my hands against the basins edge, then lowered myself slowly. The water washed over my body and, when it reached my manhood, I took a sharp breath and let myself sink to my shoulders.

"Lean back," the female elf said with her quiet voice.

I did as asked and leaned back in the basin, and the elf put her hands to my shoulders and began to run them. I felt myself tense for a second, but then relaxed as my sore and aching joints were worked with her smooth but strong hands. I moaned as she moved my muscles to her sudden command, and closed my eyes, letting my head rest on the edge of the tub.

She moved her hands down my shoulders and then to my arms, where I felt my muscles flex at her touch. "Such a strong elf," she said into my ear. Her lips brushed my cheek now, and I let out a long heavenly sigh of relief. She went from my arms to my hands, and I rested my arms on the basins edge as she elf touched me and gripped me. Another brush of her lips against my cheek, and I moaned softly.

She put her hands to my neck and rubbed gently there, but quickly moved to my chest. In the clear water I felt my manhood throb, having been woken up by the warm water and a woman's touch. It'd had been a long time since I had been with any woman, but as the elf worked my chest and then my stomach with her hands, I didn't let it worry me. She wrapped an arm around my chest and kissed me again, this time on the corner of my mouth, and I tilted my head to look at her. her long hair touched my face and as she kissed me on the lips now, her roving hand reached down to grasp my manhood.

The all to familiar sensation of warmth rolled through my body now, and I turned on the basin to put both hands on the dark elf's shoulders. She pressed her lips firmly against mine, and drew away to look at me. Then she smiled, and came to the side of the basin. Her fingers wove in-between mine as she stepped into the basin, and let herself sink into the water. She let a soft moan escape her softer lips, and moved through the water towards me.

She put her legs around mine as her body drew against my chest, and I put an arm around her waist. I put my other hand to her cheek and she leaned close to me, her lips brushing mine with a kiss. I felt the same warmth run through me again, and her other hand took a hold of my manhood. I moaned against her lips as she began to stroke me, and I left her lips with a slow pull, then kissed her neck. I moved down as her hand stroked my length, and kissed her neck, then her chest. Her full breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples standing out like hard stones, and as I put my lips around her breast, she put a hand to the back of my hand, and put my manhood against her own womanhood.

Time didn't seem to matter as the dark elf and I made love, rocking in tow with each other as I kept my arms around my middle and she pressed my face against her breast. Her womanhood was like a furnace, burning hot, and my own manhood throbbed within her, pushing in and out with a steady rhythm. She moaned again and again, whispering my name as we rocked in the water, and I moaned against her breast with each throb that my manhood gave off.

As I neared my climax I speed up, wrapping my arms more firmly around her body. The elf moaned and cried out my name, and then I felt myself spill my seed in warm waves, letting them shoot into the elf as I slowed down the thrusts to a gentle rock. I moaned as more waves of my seed came out and the elf wrapped her arms around my head, her moans and gasps breathing through my long hair as she pressed my face against her breast.

* * *

After the water from the basin was drained and I had pulled a set of robes around my body, the elf woman cut away my long beard and shortened my hair. I closed my eyes as the warm knife ran down my cheeks and jawline, the beard falling away. She only cut a small spot on my jawline, but as I felt the first bead of blood run down my chin, the woman only put a finger to the spot, where It stung for a moment, but then I felt her heal it with magic. A warm sensation is the best way to describe the healing school of magic. I opened my eyes as she pulled away the last few bits of my now shortened hair, and I left the chair to join her in the bed.

That night we made love a second time, and this time her climax followed mine a few short minutes afterwards. We laid in the bed and she laid on top of me, her long hair brushing my face as we kissed. Her hands ran down my body touching my thin chest and arms. A small part of me had been ashamed that my body had lost so much of its previous strength while I had been with Brekish and his gang, but the years spent in prison hadn't let me do much except sit and think.

The woman's name was Breylin. A sweet name for a sweeter elf I decided, and she told me she had come from Morrowind, but as a young girl her family had come all the way to Skyrim as her parents could ply a trade as silver smiths. She didn't say much of her family, but told me she joined the Wolves of Darkness when she was still a young girl. I could sense it wasn't her favorite thing to talk about, and didn't press her on the matter.

Breylin fell asleep on top of my chest some time late in the night, and I fell asleep some time later. As sleep swept over me I fell into it easily enough, but found it occupied by the same dream I had had all those years ago. The assassin who wore black, and killed the Jarl by cutting of his head, and taking the crown that had come along with the head. Then assassin ran as the Jarl's bodyguard shouted for the guards, but as the assassin ran along a wall in the city, he jumped from the wall, falling through the air to land on the back of a red dragon that seemed to come from nowhere. As the dragon flew away, the assassins laugh seemed to echo through the dark sky, and I sat up with a jolt.

Breylin sat up as I did, her hands trailing my shoulder as I gasped, a cold sweat broken on my body. "What is it?" she asked with a loud breath.

I took a breath, swallowing, then said, "Bad dream." I shook out another breath, and pushed a hand through my hair.

Breylin put her arms around my chest and her lips to my shoulder, and I swallowed again. I took a deep breath, then closed my eyes. I saw the dragon and its assassin rider for a second, then I opened my eyes and they were gone. "Come on," I laid back down now, taking the elf in my arms, "Lets get back to sleep."

She laid down with me, resting her head above my rising chest, and I draped my arms over her warm back. Her soft hair brushed my fingers and I closed my eyes again, gratefully finding sleep through the rest of the night.

* * *

The following day, Breylin woke me as her hand trailed across my face. I opened my eyes slowly, groaning as the dark elf trailed her other hand through my hair. She leaned in, her dark red eyes running over my body, and put her lips to mine.

I moaned softly at her touch and the press of her lips, and put my arms around her back and kissed her in return. I wove my fingers through the dark elf's hair as she pressed her lips to mine, her legs pressing the bed on either side of me.

As the elf and I pulled away, Breylin sat in on my legs and pushed her hands against my chest. I yawned now, pushed a hand through my hair, and sat up halfway in the bed. I ran a hand up the elf's arm, then put my hand to her face as I kissed her again. This kiss was brief and as we pulled away, I moved the dark elf to her side, and sat up on the bed. I ran a hand through my hair then stood up, and stretched my arms. I felt the chill of outside as it ran over my naked body, and I rubbed my neck.

"I've got clothes for you on the dresser," said Breylin as she stood up.

I looked at her, and the dark elf trailed a hand across my chest as she walked in front of me. I saw on the dresser at the foot at the bed there were indeed clothes, and I went to the dresser and picked them up. A sett of long, grey hooded robes that fell just past the backs of my knees, and button up to my neck. I pulled the robes on and adjusted them, then pulled on a set of black pants and black boots. I pulled on a heavy black shirt without sleeves last, then buckled a belt with a few pouches over my waist.

Adjusting the robes to my liking, I looked up as Breylin cleared her throat. The dark elf had pulled on a set of her own clothes. A dark cloth shirt and pants, along with a set of dark grey robes that stopped just at her knees. She pulled a bandolier around her chest, then turned around to show me here back, and pulled up her hair. "Could you give me a hand with this button here?" she asked.

"I can," I walked to her, and adjusted the button that was on the back of her shirt. But before the dark elf let her black hair spill down her back, I saw the fait glimpse of a burn mark on her neck. For a second I opened my mouth to ask about it, but Breylin stopped me and said,

"It's the mark of a slave."

I was quiet for a moment. But then I found the words and said, "I didn't mean to offend you."

"You didn't," the elf turned now, and put a hand to my chest. "I'm more than used to children running up behind me and glimpsing the mark, then inquiring what it is. I obtained it from my old master, before the Wolves were my family."

"If it bothers you we don't need to talk about it," I said quickly.

"We already have," she replied. Then she gave me a small smile, and her hand reached up to touch the scar the ran over my eye. "What about your own marking?" she asked.

I gave her the smallest of smiles before replying, "A caravan rider got in a lucky swing a few years ago."

"Hm," the elf gave me a nod, then let her hand leave my face to tug at my own hand, "Come one," she said with another smile, "I'm sure you'd like to get a hold of a sword since the last one you owned is likely sitting in an evidence chest in some Jarl's dungeon."

"A new blade," I smiled now, and followed Breylin from the tent. "I like the sound of that."

"Most assassins do," she replied with a smile of her own.

Outside the tent the sun was hanging high overhead the Sea of Ghosts. The water was clam today, but as I began to walk with Breylin, I saw the sea hadn't lost any of its ice cold gale. I felt that gale come from the Sea now, blowing through the camp with a light fierceness. I pulled my robes more tightly around my body, and Breylin stayed close to me as we moved through the clusters of tents. There were fires already lit in braziers, and around them assassins stood dressed in colors of black, dark brown, and grey. Most, like Nam-Rei had said, were dark elves and imperials, and I noticed a few argonians here and there.

Breylin and I walked through the clusters of tents and past the groups of assassins, and in a short time we reached a wide area where a ring of stone and metal incased the burning red flames of a forge. Near the forge was an anvil, and spread around the forge were tables with various kinds of metals and forging materials.

I walked around the forge, looking at all the metals and materials. There wasn't a metal worker around I saw, but instead was an argonian who, when I asked him, told me about the various kinds of metals and what they could be best used for. Steel was good for combat, while silver was good against monsters and beasts. Orcish metal was also good for combat, although it was heavier. Eleven metals were good for crafting bows and arrows, and the darker ebony metal was good for armor and heavier weapons, such as battle-axes.

After looking at most of the metals, the one foraging material that I found turned out not to be metal after all. Instead of metal I examined a set of dragon bones. They were white in color and looked very clean, and I assumed they had been cleaned after being taken from whenever they were found. They bones were long and straight, and as I picked one up found them to be lighter than I expected.

"Dragon bones," Breylin observed my interest from behind me. "A rare find, even for our gatherers."

"Dragon bones are normally just used by the Dragon Riders," I turned to the elf with a nod.

"You know of the Dragon Riders?" she asked, a note of interest in her voice.

"I've seen much during my time in Skyrim," I nodded again. "I know the Dragon Riders are made up of fighters and dragon slayers, those who have a talent for mastering the Thu'um."

"Well well," Breylin walked to stand beside me now, "You know quite a bit about Skyrim for someone who was raised in Solstheim."

"My father has agents in Skyrim," I replied with a small smile. "I'd have thought you'd know this." Breylin smiled as I said, "He taught me the written language of the dragon, and he and I used that if we ever spoke about the Tong while writing to each other."

"Did you ever have much interaction with them?" asked Breylin.

"With the Tong?" I asked. I looked back at the dragon bones, then said, "A little bit. That'd be a good thing to talk about while I figure out how to work these bones into a sword though."

Breylin gave me another smile now, and said, "Then speak with Jee-Dar," Breylin motioned to the argonian who helped with the metals, "And then you can tell me about your father."

I gave the dark elf a smile of my own, then said, "While there isn't much to tell, I'll do my best."