Lydia searches for a blacksmith to free herself

Lydia begins to search for the blacksmith. Solitude is thankfully warmer than the outside. All the guards ogle her plum butt behind her back, the murmurs of the disapproving crowd ringing louder as she drags herself across the stone path.

Lydia feels hot with blush-flame, her skin is burning red with shame. She clenches her jaw and grits her teeth. A gang of teens looks at her from above the wall and laughs, pointing at her exposed breasts.

Walking the labyrinthine streets of Solitude, Lydia ponders that this is most dreadful than anything. It´s more than humiliation. She is treated like less than human… like, gods forbid, an Argonian or Khajit.

She swallows hard. She must do this, she is a Nord woman, a warrior. She had sworn an oath. This was nothing compared to the heat of war!

After walking across the market two times, listening to every catcall in the dictionary, and going up and down at least three sets of ladders, Lydia finds Beirand the Blacksmith hammering away at his forge. He looks up, sees the naked warrior, and then immediately looks down, muttering something about his wife.

“Please Master Blacksmith, I need to free myself from these chains. I will pay you in any way I can. I beg you, help me regain my honor as a Nord.”

“Err, you don´t have anything to pay with, and I could ill use a vagrant´s help, but sure.” Beirand manages to destroy the shackles in six hits of his mighty hammer. Lydia is free at last. “Now go away!”

Lydia moans as she rubs her sore arms. Freedom at last! She can also finally put her hands over her exposed body. It´s not much, but it´s something. Now that her little detour is done, time to return to her main quest.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I feel a great weight lifted from my shoulders! Would you know where I can find a horse for cheap? I need clothes and armor, but they can wait until I get to Whiterun.”

“Well, yes you can go to the stables, but I doubt they´ll let you take any horses without money... unless you plan to steal them.” Beirand paused. Was this woman a thief? Is that why she was in chains? Maybe helping her was not such a great idea.

“Of course, horses cost money…” Lydia sighed. “I cannot believe I am saying this, but I´ll travel on foot to Whiterun, with no clothes, no weapons, no money, all exposed and ****...”

“Ok?”

“I am a Nord woman. I will not allow myself to be defeated! I have sworn an oath, honor above all else. Thanks again good blacksmith.” And with that Lydia, ran out of Solitude and continued her adventures to get back home.