After a lengthy conversation, Yew took his leave with a smaller escort. This time only two guards. An attractive orc lady and her more scarred sister in arms.

"I do thank you for your assistance ladies. I do not know how I would have been able to get back safely without your aid." Yew said.

"Flattery is not required." The fair orc woman said.

"And yet flattery is the only currency I can offer you not tied up with my objectives. Unless it's my body you require?" Yew said.

"Not on the job. My first loyalty is to my lady." The attractive orc woman said.

"Killjoy." The scarred orc woman said.

"I tell you to be cautious Shagdub, otherwise you'll get more than a few extra scars." The attractive orc woman replied.

"Morn you've always been a proper-" Shagdub began.

"Morn, a lovely name. I imagine it sounds good as it's whispered by your lover." Yew said.

"Morn doesn't have any lovers." Shagdub said.

"Truly? You must have quite a lot of courters." Yew said.

"Not around here. Most nords are intimidated." Morn said.

"I'm hardly intimidated." Yew said.

"You're hardly a Nord. Still, you are a strange Breton." Morn said. Yew couldn't help but laugh.

"That is true, to be sure. I've had more then a few people say I'm strange." Yew said.

"Most Bretons don't like Orcs very much." Morn said.

"Yes, the whole centuries-old feud thing. I find that sort of thing to be overrated. There are more important things to worry about than who killed whose ancestors. Cause the answer of course is that everyone killed everyone's ancestors." Yew said. He decided that was probably as woke as he could get in a feudal imperialistic society. Trying to deconstruct the legacy of imperialism and race-based hatred entirely would probably go a bit too far. From what he understood of this world, it seemed racist as hell.

"Some are more responsible then others." Morn said.

"Yes, of course. Perhaps I've been a bit too blithe about this. I understand who was the winner in our cultures previous conflicts. And I disagree with the Breton's policy towards Orcs which was in many cases overall murderous. I also understand that Orcs attacks on the Breton people in no way minimizes our own crimes." Yew said.

"Whatever. Just keep your legs moving or I'll have to prod you." Morn said.

"Oh...proding me? I do like to be proded." Yew said.

"Keep that up and you won't like it." Morn said.

"Sorry, to offend. I forget myself." Yew said.

"It's fine." Morn said.

"Well, then Ladies. I thank you for your help. However, I think I should be safe now. You don't have to guard me." Yew said.

"We weren't here to guard you." Shagdub said.

"I see. Then you were here to show that I had your lady's support. Which is, I suspect, as good a protection as your physical presence." Yew said.

"You are clever." Morn said.

"I do try." Yew said, and walked back into the Bee and Barb.

Yew drank and ate a light supper, then headed back to his room. Yew had arrived back fairly light and thus had missed his companion's retirement, but he wasn't overly put off by it. After all Yew was still thinking over his conversation with Blackbriar. He suspected that not all of his party would be happy with the decision he had come to. Still, he felt that this was the best way to ensure they succeeded in their mission.

Uthgerd and Mjoll talked for some time.

"The theives guild and their patrons must be taken out. That's the only way to salvage this city." Mjoll said.

"I understand. I live in Whiterun, we don't have near as much crime. I imagine all would want to live in such a city." Uthgerd said.

"I don't mean to live here. Not forever. Just until I'm sure that this city is back on track. And until I can reclaim my sword." Mjoll said.

"You've lost your blade?" Uthgerd asked.

"Yes. I fell in a dwemer ruin and dropped Grimseaver, my blade. I crawled away from the construct I was battling and out of the ruins. Aerin, my companion found me, and nursed me back to health." Mjoll said.

"I merely did as any would have done in that situation." Aerin said.

"Half of this city would have looted me and left me for dead. I was lucky it was you who stumbled upon me." Mjoll said.

"I would normally wear my blade to your cause. However I did not come to this city alone, and I am bound in my companions mission." Uthgerd said.

"Well then. If I could petition your companions for their support..." Mjoll said.

"I would like that very much. However, my companions are for now divided exploring Riften. When we meet up though I will tell them your tale. Though it will be helpful if you petition for aid in person. On the morrow, please come to the Bee and Barb." Uthgerd said.

"Will do. Does noon suffice for a meeting?" Mjoll asked.

"I should think that would be fine." Uthgerd said.

"Very well. I shall see you then." Mjoll asked and walked away, Aerin shadowing her. Uthgerd felt that she could trust her. She had no real notion of Aerin's trustworthiness, but it seemed like he was probably a good person as well, especially since he saved a wounded Mjoll.

Sophia left the brothel once she had her fun. As it was, this was one of the better brothels she had frequented in this land. Far too many of the brothel's in this land had Skyrim weathered nord faces and bodies that were older then she would have prefered. It seemed the war had left few to enter the prostitution of the brothels. After all, the men and women of the Empire and the Stormclockes needed cot warmers during this long war. Perhaps being on the front lines of this conflict would not be as bad as she at first thought.

She had her supper in the classic sense, a bowl of soup with a bit of cheese and bread and washed it down with mead. It was pretty good all things considered.

"You have some good food here." Sophia said. The Argonian woman gave her a look as she took the bowl.

"Thank you." Keevera said.

"I wasn't expecting it." Sophia said.

"Why not?" Keevra said.

"I always assumed that Argonians would be bad cooks. Don't your people eat insects or something?" Sophia said.

"Only as much as Imperials eat gemstones." Keevera said. Sophia grinned.

"So only on special occasions then." Sophia said.

"Very special." Keevera said dismissively.

"I like you Argonian." Sophia said.

"My name is Keerava, Imperial slattern." Keerava said.

"Careful Keerava. I take it as a personal challenge to bed anyone who calls me a slattern." Sophia said.

"You're free to try. But I don't bed with women. Particularly so since I'm involved with a man." Keerava said.

"You know how many women have said that to me before I bedded them?" Sophia said.

"Told you, not interested. Still, your a better jest then most Imperials I've met. " Keerava said.

"Well, I'll take what I can get." Sophia said. She watched the sway of the Argonains hips as she walked by, then Sophia headed up to bed. It was a bit early. But the beds were more comfortable than the chairs, and she had spent a long time on roads and in abandoned rundown buildings.

Greta enjoyed the hospitality of the temple. A meal and a bath. Greta told Maramel and his wife Dinya Balu, an attractive dunmer priestess, of her travels so far, she also told them of what she saw in her prayers.

"You've received a vison from the divines. This is a rare gift." Maramel said.

"But growing less rare by the day. It seems this is a new time for heroes." Dinya Balu said.

"If I am to accomplish anything for the Divines and for this world it is in service to others, not as a hero in my own right." Greta said.

"The mightest heroes have not always been those who led, but those who stood in support of others." Dinya said.

"I thank you. But I wish to know what I can do for you now." Greta said.

"Uniting lovers will earn you Mara's favor and will help bring light and unity to these dark times." Dinya said.

"I would be pleased to do so. How can I go about this." Greta said.

Dinya shared the relevant information. A bit later Greta had left a small pouch of coins for the temple and went back to The Bee and Barb to turn in early. Greta couldn't quite fall asleep though until she had pleasure herself to the thought of Dinya Balu and several of her companions in the midst of an orgy. She felt shame but shortly thereafter fell into a peaceful sleep.