Afuroc awoke from his dreamless slumber, his mind slowly taking in the ceiling before him. He began to roll over, and found himself face to face with a large Nord wearing what best could be described as a strange mix of leather, banded iron with a jawless troll skull as a pauldron. Before his awaking mind could respond, the Nord had his hands around Afuroc’s throat. The slender Redguard struggled but faster than he thought possible the larger man was on top of him, his weight and strength utterly dominating the smaller man. Afuroc futilely grasped for his father’s sword but found it had been knocked down between the wall and the bed he was sleeping in. His lungs were burning in agony, and before he blacked out he heard a loud snap, and he found himself lost into the void.
Rangar Proffit looked at the Redguard he had just killed. Realizing he was still straddling his victim, Rangar hopped off the corpse revealing more of that deceptive agility he possessed. Fifteen hundred Septims, Rangar thought to himself. For this guy? The Shrouded Sword was surprisingly easy as a bounty. Rangar knew he “cheated” but when the bounty is just right there Rangar had to be pragmatic. He wondered how good the duel would have been, looking at the large dragon bone dagger at his hip and thinking about the crossbow across his back. Even with all the other daggers on his person, Rangar heard many interesting tales about this Redguard. The Nord took off his helmet, which was more of a keepsake than for any real protection, revealing a middle aged man with medium length blonde hair, blood red Nordic swirl of war paint on his right cheek.
Rangar turned suddenly, The Giant’s Toothpick flying out of its sheath only to see the Head of this Fighter’s Guild. The man looked spooked, suddenly seeing a heavily armored and armed Nord. He looked at Afuroc’s body, but before he could ask his question Rangar held out the Official Bounty for Afuroc’s head. The Head of the Guild visibly relaxed as Rangar sheathed his dagger. Rangar’s icy blue eyes didn’t waver as he walked past the Guild Master, he wondered why The Shrouded Sword would come to Bruma, Skyrim was the best province for a man who liked to prove his dominance with a blade.
He exited the Fighter’s guild, realizing the alarm was raised, Rangar smiled. Prison breaks make for some of the best business. Unfortunately the city guard seemed to be locking down the exits. He looked up towards the castle and noticed a strange tattooed woman sneaking away. Odd how sometimes trying to be inconspicuous makes you more obvious sometimes, Rangar thought. He drew his crossbow from his back and took careful aim. There was a loud crack as the crossbow released the bolt, knocking the woman from her feet. Rangar reloaded quickly, keeping his eyes on his target. Even if this wasn’t the escaped convict, no one would miss a missing cutpurse.
Rangar approached with caution, the stuck woman still moving. He thought he recognized the gait of a Reachman, and that she was carrying a small armories worth of weapons. With little hesitation, Rangar shot the prone woman in the head. Picking up the body he went to the nearest guard. The guard looked shot until he realized he knew the woman.
“How much was her bounty?”
“Couple thousand Septims. You caught yourself an escaped murderer.”
“Good business. Should I see the Countess about it?”
“Yes, you should. This day has been a nightmare.”
“Rest easy. This woman looked like a psychopath, rest easy now that she got what was coming to her.”
“Aye, Kinsman.”
Rangar striped the body of anything worth taking, crossbow bolts and daggers were obvious choices to take, Rangar finding places in his quiver and bandoleers for the new additions to his arsenals. He appraised her crossbow and had to feel inadequate when he realized the assassin’s crossbow was of a better quality. He smirked as he took the fancy armor off. Once again Rangar seemed to have a stroke of good luck when dealing with dangerous fugitives. He hefted the body over his shoulder after he finished picking the corpse dry, discovering a strange note. Finishing his business within Bruma (Collection the bounty, selling the woman’s things he didn’t keep, and buying supplies), Rangar took out the note and read began to read.