Female Dovah

Astrid stared at the asleep female nord. Her hair was long and braided. She had reddish brown hair and light blue eyes. It seemed as though she was an adventurer as Astrid followed her movements until at last she had fallen asleep at the Candlelight Inn. It was the only opportunity Astrid had to take her away and be able to ask her the questions she so longingly wanted to ask. For the first time in awhile, she would be able to test a potential new members of the Dark Brotherhood.

Finally the nord began to awake. “Sleep well?” Astrid spoke, wanting to come off as mysterious.

As the nord came to she answered, “What? Where am I? Who are you?”

“Does it matter? You’re warm, dry… and still very much alive. That’s more than can be said for old Grelod. Hmm?” Astrid said.

“Um, you know about that?” The nord said.

“Half of Skyrim knows. Old hag gets butchered in her own orphanage? Things like that tend to get around,” Astrid said. “Oh but don’t misunderstand. I’m not criticizing. It was a good kill. Old crone had it coming. And you saved a group of urchins, to boot. Ah, but there is a slight… problem.”

“A problem?” the nord said.

“You see, the little Aretino boy was looking for the Dark Brotherhood. For me, and my associates,” Astrid explained. “Grelod the Kind was by all rights, a Dark Brotherhood contract. A kill… that you stole. A kill you must repay.”

“So you want me to **** someone else? Who?” The nord asked.

“Well now, funny you should ask. If you turn around, you will notice my guests. I’ve ‘collected them from… well, that’s not really important. The here and now. That’s what matters,” Astrid said as she watched the nord slowly turn, her jaw dropping as she saw the three hooded and bound people on their knees. “You see, there’s a contract out on one of them, that person can’t leave this room alive. But… which one? Go on, see if you can figure it out. Make your choice. Make your kill… I just want to observe… and admire.”

The nord gazed at the khajiit male, nord female, and nord male all of whom were bound… which one… would she choose?

“Am I to take your silence as acceptance? Then you know where we stand. Make your kill, and we’re square. Repayment of your debt is but a discreet knife thrust away,” Astrid said.