Sign-Up/OOC thread and plot info here: https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/the-deadric-wager-open-accepting.41346/ ======================================================================= ======================================================================= A moist chill on the wind promised rain within the coming day, heavy clouds hanging over the landscape and mixed with the bitter chill of mountain frost wafting down from the highest peaks, nipping unforgivingly at even the slightest amount of exposed skin. The wicker of a horse followed the turned backs of two figures walking up the cobblestone road and past the entry walls of the Hold up on the hill, the only noticeable structure for as far as the eye could see across the central-Skyrim tundra of Whiterun. One of the figures was dressed in a manner that marked him as a Redguard, wearing the native clothing of the Al'ikir sands. The other was dressed in a full cloak, the shoulders and hood lined in fur and feathers, the only visible splash of color on the shorter figure's otherwise all-black clad form being the brown of hide leather and gleam of steel plating on one leg, the other hidden by the furls of his cloak. The shorter figure huffed audibly, a single blue eye gazing up at the stone walls and large gates from beneath the hood which otherwise hid his scarred face in shadow. He'd been told time and again that it was important he play calm and diplomatic, as if he hadn't heard it enough times, but even so, that really wasn't his style. Yet, he still found himself made to go, though why him was beyond his understanding. Why couldn't Nazir go by himself? It wasn't as though the Redguard needed him for protection or anything, being one of the most senior surviving members of the Brotherhood, and now it's leader. "There's not going to be any damn werewolves there, are there?" he muttered under his breath in complaint. His two second-most-hated group of beings; werewolves, and vampires. Invasive bastards always felt the need to invade his personal space wanting to know about him when they caught wind of his unusual scent, as if it was any of their business. "The summons was for all four of the guilds in Skyrim, which includes the Companions," Nazir stated in a matter-of-fact baritone. "So it wouldn't be an unfair guess to assume one of them will be there." "Just fucking perfect," Faulklin spat under his breath. "I hate werewolves. Damn dogs don't know when to keep their noses' out of where they don't belong." Nazir gave him a pointed look of warning as they came closer to the main gate. "Just remember to mind yourself in there. Things are going to be tense enough with both the leaders of the Legion and Stormcloaks present. We don't need to add to it and get ourselves or our group into any unnecessary trouble, especially with the eyes of every major force in Skyrim upon us." "Yeah, yeah, I heard you the other hundreds of times you told me on the way here," Faulklin brushed off belligerently, rolling his single eye. "Nice to know you have so much faith in me." Nazir ignored him as they came to the gates and the guards moved to intersect them, eyes scanning both males. "Halt! I think I've seen you before... What purpose do you have here in Whiterun?" "We're here on business, to answer a summons at Dragon's Reach," Nazir explained, producing the letter which had been sent to the Brotherhood by courier and showing it to the guard. The man took it and glanced over it's contents before looking back up at the two. "I remember now, the summon for the guilds' meeting. You're both a part of the Brotherhood, am I right?" he questioned with a note of harshness to his voice. He hummed in thought before handing the parchment back with reluctance. "Well...alright, you can go through, but I have my eye on both of you. Conduct any business that deals in blades and blood while in our city, and you'll have me to answer to." "We'll keep that in mind," Nazir replied calmly as he folded the summons letter and tucked it into hiding again, completely unintimidated by the thinly vieled threat and walking forward as the gates were opened by the guards to let them through. "Well he seemed like a pleasant fellow," Faulklin sneered under his breath, dogging Nazir's steps up through the Cloud District until they came to Dragon's Reach, the other guards who patrolled the city eyeing them suspiciously the entire way.