Leaving Anvil
Interesting days were ahead!
Gweden Cathouse was up and running, though for the moment, with very limited staff (it was just Tsarrina, and Maeva the Buxom was intrigued enough to try it part-time) she ran it more as a small inn for the moment.
Mirabelle had the idea to stock some of my "get it up" potions, as she called them, at the Cathouse and promised to forward my share of sales to the Mages Guild in my absence.
Tsarrina begged me to keep an ear peeled for anyone who might be interested in being an escort. She'd heard that the Tiber Septim Brothel had recently been sold to foreign investors and reverted into merely an upper class hotel, so there might be several freelancing prospects in the Imperial City.
I'd be going in that direction on my way to Bruma anyway, so I agreed. Research had yielded that the Shrine of Namira was just to the east of Bruma, out in the wilderness and frequented by a few anti-social worshippers. I was sure that the spooky phantom lady had to be dealt with at some point or other, so I might as well go--Before she came looking for me.
After going AWOL from the Mages Guild for a couple of days, what with the Gweden Sirens and helping Maeve recover her family heirloom, I found that Dairihill (castle steward to the Countess of Anvil) had left a message for me with the Mages Guild. Apparently it was in the budget again to deal with the provincial wells, and someone needed to swim around in the Anvil wells to recover the enchanted crystals that kept the water pure. She didn't explicitly mention that we'd had a wonderful date swimming around some off-coast wrecks, but I suppose my Water Breathing potions must have made her think of me for the job.
I had hoped to promote Carahil or least her Anvil chapter of the Mages Guild to the Countess, and this was as good a chance as any. I quickly brewed up a batch and completed the task without delay. There was the matter of some slaughterfish in the Anvil Castle courtyard well, and a crazy Argonian living in another of the city's four wells who tried to kill me (honestly, Tamriel really is a hazardous place!) but the magic crystals were all retrieved and the next step was for me to deliver them to the central waterworks authority in the Imperial City.
I spent my last day in Anvil catching up with dear, sweet Carahil. Our torrid affair of a few days ago had quickly faded from local gossip -- Out of sight, out of mind, apparently. We had a quiet dinner, slow lovemaking (no wild animal sex this time, but a lingering, romantic, playful tryst) and a warm embrace goodbye early in the morning.
I hoped to be back in Anvil soon, though with various assignments now and that impending business in Bruma, I wasn't sure when that would be, if ever.
As I rode up the Gold Road, I spied billowing black smoke rising from the mountain top city of Kvatch. For just a moment I thought I'd really had enough playing hero and having people try to kill me. I just wanted to keep my head down and keep going east, through Skingrad and onward to the Imperial City. But in the end turned my horse to take the switchbacks up the mountain.
Gweden Cathouse was up and running, though for the moment, with very limited staff (it was just Tsarrina, and Maeva the Buxom was intrigued enough to try it part-time) she ran it more as a small inn for the moment.
Mirabelle had the idea to stock some of my "get it up" potions, as she called them, at the Cathouse and promised to forward my share of sales to the Mages Guild in my absence.
Tsarrina begged me to keep an ear peeled for anyone who might be interested in being an escort. She'd heard that the Tiber Septim Brothel had recently been sold to foreign investors and reverted into merely an upper class hotel, so there might be several freelancing prospects in the Imperial City.
I'd be going in that direction on my way to Bruma anyway, so I agreed. Research had yielded that the Shrine of Namira was just to the east of Bruma, out in the wilderness and frequented by a few anti-social worshippers. I was sure that the spooky phantom lady had to be dealt with at some point or other, so I might as well go--Before she came looking for me.
After going AWOL from the Mages Guild for a couple of days, what with the Gweden Sirens and helping Maeve recover her family heirloom, I found that Dairihill (castle steward to the Countess of Anvil) had left a message for me with the Mages Guild. Apparently it was in the budget again to deal with the provincial wells, and someone needed to swim around in the Anvil wells to recover the enchanted crystals that kept the water pure. She didn't explicitly mention that we'd had a wonderful date swimming around some off-coast wrecks, but I suppose my Water Breathing potions must have made her think of me for the job.
I had hoped to promote Carahil or least her Anvil chapter of the Mages Guild to the Countess, and this was as good a chance as any. I quickly brewed up a batch and completed the task without delay. There was the matter of some slaughterfish in the Anvil Castle courtyard well, and a crazy Argonian living in another of the city's four wells who tried to kill me (honestly, Tamriel really is a hazardous place!) but the magic crystals were all retrieved and the next step was for me to deliver them to the central waterworks authority in the Imperial City.
I spent my last day in Anvil catching up with dear, sweet Carahil. Our torrid affair of a few days ago had quickly faded from local gossip -- Out of sight, out of mind, apparently. We had a quiet dinner, slow lovemaking (no wild animal sex this time, but a lingering, romantic, playful tryst) and a warm embrace goodbye early in the morning.
I hoped to be back in Anvil soon, though with various assignments now and that impending business in Bruma, I wasn't sure when that would be, if ever.
As I rode up the Gold Road, I spied billowing black smoke rising from the mountain top city of Kvatch. For just a moment I thought I'd really had enough playing hero and having people try to kill me. I just wanted to keep my head down and keep going east, through Skingrad and onward to the Imperial City. But in the end turned my horse to take the switchbacks up the mountain.
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