A.N. Damn, was this chapter boring to write. Hope it is more interesting to read.

"Soldiers, be at the ready," Legate Rikke warned.

Her words were directed to the detachment of seven legionaries. Some were wearing light leather armor, some had that same pieces improved by chainmail pieces. Others, including Rikke, had the armors made of steel, and they seemed heavy. In their hands they held shields and short steel swords, both had the engravings of the imperial dragon. The dynasty of Septims might not exist anymore, but their symbol was still held close.

"What are we waiting for?" One eager soldier asked.

"For us I dare say."

Everyone turned to the side and saw an unusual group of adventurers. Yes, Phantom and his companions could catch an eye. They went down the snowy hill and approached the legionaries.

"Ah, you two made it, good to see," Rikke smiled. "You are taking the offer, I take it?"

"Yeah," Danny responded, sore for some reason. "The payment won't be of problem."

"We will discuss it later," said the legate.

"Are you aware that there are Stormcloaks inside?" Serana asked.

"What?" Both Rikke and Dave asked in surprise.

"You mean you didn't know?" The couple was confused.

"Now wait here, lad."

Dave grabbed Phantom's shoulder and turned the robed half ghost around.

"You didn't say anything about them being involved," The blond Nord narrowed his eyes.

"I didn't know until last night. Ask her," Danny pointed at Rikke.

"I have hoped that we get here sooner than them," The woman crossed her hands and sighed. "Wait..." she sized Dave up and down. "Are you..."

"The famous Dragonborn. Yes."

"I thought you were neutral in this war."

"I thought so, too," Dovahkiin grumbled. "I didn't know about the Stormcloaks' involvement in this case."

"Neither did we," reminded Serana. "Just what exactly do you want?"

"Even if the rebels' presence might complicate things, I hope the draugrs took a couple of them. We must get the Jagged Crown buried there."

Danny didn't know what it was, but by the signs of it the Crown was very important.

"Wait a second...draugrs?" a soldier asked.

"Well, duh," Phantom said. "It is a burial site. I'd expect nothing less. Don't worry, you have magic now."

He made what he thought was a dramatic pose. Serana rolled her eyes.

"Don't mind him. What about you?" She looked at Dave.

"I am not sure. I guess one job wouldn't hurt. Not a word about my involvement."

Rikke nodded. She didn't want to get on Dovahkiin's bad side. The war was only continuing because the passage to Cyrodiil had been blocked by an avalanche. The Legion was cut off, and if Ulfric got assistance from the Dragonborn, that would be a disaster. The legate turned to her soldiers.

"Legionaries, I know that for the most of you it is the first assignment in Skyrim. You may have the relatives among the rebels, but you must serve the Empire and its Emperor alone as you have sworn. Do not let the feelings come before the duty. Now they are nothing more than bandits who are trying to undermine the foundation of the only enemy of the Altmers they hate so much. They are led by a fool, and it is our mission to stop them before he ruins more families and brings more chaos."

"Wait," Danny stopped them. "Do you have a plan? They have superiority in numbers."

"You had something particular in mind?"

Serana stepped forward, before taking out a purple vial and smirking.

"I hope you can shoot."

Some of the arrows were fiddled with, their steel parts were removed with a knife. Their endings were sharpened, so they would pierce the skin nonetheless. It just would cause less damage, like intended.

"Just where are you taking those?" Danny asked, rubbing the back of his head.

Serana smiled and moved the edge of her belt long cloak. Phantom could see a couple of other vials there and dropped a sweat.

"I've made enough," the vampire said.

"And what does this do?" Danny inquired.

"Well, a little mix of falmer ear and troll fat," Serana leaned closer to him. "I also cut a human heart and put its parts there," she whispered.

The half ghost paled. "I...don't want to know."

"It's more potent this way," the vampire explained. "You will be surprised what you can find in the alchemists. As for what it does..." the legionaries stopped dipping their arrows in the smelly and sticky liquid. "You will see."

As instructed, the soldiers took positions, unseen by the watchmen. They needed to hit unarmored parts. It was a complicated task, but the Stormcloaks were mostly wearing warm, but light armor, which could be torn easily. They were rebels, not much to hope for in terms of finances.

On count to three, the arrows were unleashed. Not every shot landed where needed, but at least four guards yelped in pain almost simultaneously. Danny could only watch the ensuing madness. The hit rebels went berserk, they started attacking their comrades. Phantom looked to the side at his girlfriend.

"How exactly do these ingredients cause them to go wild?"

"Harvesting the essence of the ingredients is what the alchemists do," responded Serana. "Of course, we could just use the spell of the same effect, but where is fun in that?" she smiled innocently.

"Sometimes you scare me."

"Enough talks, we have to move," Rikke interrupted, before making a gesture to begin assault.

Everyone ran to the ruins, shooting from bows at the surviving enemies. Including the berserkers. The outsides were clean of any Stormcloaks, they didn't even need to unsheath their swords. Stopping near the doors, the legate looked at the soldiers.

"You two, stay on guard, we don't need the rebels to trap us."

The soldiers nodded and the rest tried to pry open the enormous iron doors. They barely opened, causing a lot of noise. The inside hall was huge, the half broken archways somehow were holding the rock ceiling. Many burning torches were filling the place with warm light. The hall was surprisingly empty, only a couple of soldiers in the far end, near the doors leading deeper into the crypt.

"Still reeks," Danny mumbled. "The smell of death."

"It's decayed corpses."

"I'm trying to be poetic here," Danny grumbled and looked at one of the legionaries.

The Stormcloaks noticed them easily, and almost instantly.

"The Legion is here! Quick, go warn the others!" The bearded Nord exclaimed, clearly seeing that they were outnumbered.

They turned around and attempted to run deeper, but then they hit something. Transparent bodies, exact copies of themselves. Danny, whose hand was glowing, actually wondered why it was called an illusion. It could throw a punch. The Stormcloaks got up, but then the illusions disappeared. Instead the grinning half ghost appeared before them. He shook his head and put a hand on his chest, and the gesture of his was dripping faux drama.

"Bravo, where are you going? Don't ruin the surprise."

He raised his hand lazily and tossed them to the side, binding them in the process. Despite how it may have looked, he was actually very gentle. From the struggle it was easy to guess that the two were pretty much alive. The legionaries stood dumbfounded at the display.

"How did he get there?" Rikke asked. One second he was near them and just vanished.

Dave rolled his eyes. "Magic."

He didn't even bother to explain. Phantom may not have made much fuss about his nature being uncovered, but he wasn't going to test it either. Despite the lad's kind personality, even Dave had to be wary sometimes. Magic was very self explanatory, especially for the majority not enlightened in that very delicate matter.

Danny looked at the rest and gestured to come closer. No one had objections to that. Once they did this, Phantom grinned and winked to his girlfriend, before leading everyone forward, despite the fact that Rikke was apparently in charge. The legate wasn't complaining, as long as the apparently powerful mage was also following her orders. Despite her being a Nord, the crypts of their ancestors were pretty much an unknown field. Dave was of the same mind. But he knew more. They were filled with the cursed bloodthirsty undead quite often. Maybe the hired mages dabbled in necromancy, who knew. Rikke wouldn't be surprised.

The broken staircase led them deeper and deeper inside the ground. No Stormcloaks at the moment, and it was confusing. For someone it was also ominous. Silence was the fear's favorite cloak, better than snarls, screams or the actual appearance of the beast hiding beneath the metaphorical piece of clothing. Serana made a blue glowing ball, which flew above their heads, pushing away the darkness with its magical light. For the torches were dim, almost completely burnt off. That changed once the group entered another corridor.

From the seems it was quite simple, but Danny abruptly stopped. Everyone did as well.

"What is it?" Rikke asked.

"Tripwire," Phantom deadpanned. "Here it is. Watch your step."

Everyone was very cautious, and, despite heavy armors, they avoided the thin rope. On the other side of the corridor was a lever.

"Wonder what it does," Serana mumbled.

"Nothing good," someone responded.

Dave nodded. "Yes. It just activates the trap from this side. To repel the intruders, probably."

Nodding, they kept going, until they reached a wide room.

It had two floors, with the rough stairs made of almost unshaped barks tied together. The group was upstairs, while most of the Stormcloaks were downstairs, emptying the chests. Greed shall be their doom. The second Danny saw them, he made a gesture to stop and moved his head to call the legate closer. Rikke stepped closer to him, now being able to observe everything herself. Their position was just perfect. They always would have the element of surprise if the rebels would not run away screaming. The redhead woman unsheathed her sword quietly.

"Act swiftly and without mercy," she commanded, before giving an order to attack.

The order was executed without delay. Dave stayed behind, not eager to come in. Serana lazily threw a spear of ice the size of a human head at the unfortunate member of the Stormcloaks. Danny followed the legionaries downstairs, seeing how the trained soldiers clearly were superior to the yesterday farmers, even if they were Nords - skilled warriors from birth. Experience was one thing, genes could only get you this far. Phantom was a mere protector of his temporary comrades. Seeing one of the Imperials being assaulted by a feisty blonde with an enormous claymore, Danny tried one of his gifted tricks in hopes that it would work. It did. Kinda.

A stone appeared out of nowhere, but it was too small to be an obstacle. Without losing a second, Phantom shot a blast, launching the attacker across the room. It seemed that the gift of Magnus hadn't completely vanished the second he turned human. Or maybe in this form it was so petty. Phantom couldn't turn ghost right now, he had tried. Danny's musings were interrupted by a roar. Phantom easily ducked under the strike, then retreated after stab, preparing to counterattack. Then the Nord made a pained moan, before falling on the ground. Behind him stood Serana with a bloodied elven dagger.

"Hey there."

Danny wondered why he was ready to tolerate the fact of how easily she could take human life. Because she was gorgeous, smart and witty? Well, he had just found the answer. Was that enough? Pretty much. Besides, she was far from being a bloodthirsty maniac. Note the irony.

The coast was clear and everyone gathered in the center of the room. So far everything was going quite easily. Rikke had to stop one of her own soldiers from looting the looters. They weren't anything like the Stormcloaks. It was her job to maintain strong discipline.

"I don't like this," the legate commented. "I hear the movements behind the door, yet no one has come. They obviously are preparing an ambush."

"What are we going to do?"

"Hm...auxillaries."

"Uhm, yes?" Danny asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Serana listened as well, while Dave approached them.

"Try to find a way around. Do your magic."

"And if there isn't any way?" The vampire asked.

"Then we will have to barge in and hope for the best. If we hear the fighting there, we will come then."

"Don't worry, I will know the way," Danny grinned at some inward joke. "Common guys."

"To where?" Dave raised his eyebrow.

Phantom's lips thinned. "You know I can just obliterate the wall. But I don't want the whole thing to collapse on us."

"So you are offering to go through?"

"You read my mind, my dearest Serana," Danny said, offering his hand and smiling.

The vampire took it, before Phantom looked questionably at Dave.

"Don't look at me, I will join in once the Stormcloaks are not a bother."

"You are still trying to be neutral?"

"Yes."

"Oh, fine, you don't know what you are missing."

To the legionaries's shock the couple just vanished. They phased through the wall and appeared in yet another ruined hall. Nords weren't the most imaginative, they just needed more holes to bury the dead. Sounds racist, but the corpses were indeed stuffed everywhere, not buried, not in the coffins mostly. Just lying in the holes carved in the wall, waiting for the happy-go-lucky necromancer to wander in.

"I take it that each time we should try something different," Serana whispered.

"Hm, I guess so. Kicking them over and over again can get boring. Not that I approve of your murders..."

"I get it," the vampire rolled her glowing eyes. "But we can sit back and watch, I guess."

Her palms glowed with blue light as she concentrated and clenched her fists. She smirked, before launching twin balls to the different sides with an outstanding precision. They hit the decayed corpses of the buried. Their eye sockets filled with the bright, lifeless blue light. Snarling and grunting, they first grabbed the edges of their holes with their thin and boney fingers, with very few pieces of grey skin still intact. Danny stared at this.

"Only two?" He asked.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, but I am not a damn leech. Two is the limit, mother can make three."

"Okay, I get it."

The revived draugrs grabbed their ancient weapons made of dark metal, following the mental command of their mistress. The Stormcloaks heard the hustle and looked there, before fright came over them like a cold shower.

"What in Talos's name..."

"Draugrs! I thought they were supposed to stay deeper!"

The Nords had no other choice but to take fight. And with how far from average Serana's skills were, the undead did not cripple after the first hit. Instead they wielded their two-handed weapons with the same ease they had had during their lives. They were standing against the crowd of six grown men, their strength coming from the imbedded magic. It was becoming obvious why the undead were utilized by some sorts of people across Tamriel. They were useful cannon fodder, which could actually fight.

The undead stopped being invisible, before lunging forward. Danny shot two blasts and launched the enemies to the side again. A moment later the draugrs dissipated into ash. It always happened with the resurrected creatures - none could be brought back twice. Serana graciously avoided the slow attacks of the huge hammers and swords. The nearest Nord didn't even notice a moonstone blade being stabbed into his chest.

The clanking of metal against metal had been a sign for the legionaries. They had broken through the metal doors, pouring inside the hall. They were also caught off guard by the created carnage. Danny punched the last one and knocked him on the ground. He noticed the audience and waved.

"Hey, guys, sorry, we kind of beaten everyone here."

A moan from the enemy soldier followed. Rikke dangerously approached the couple.

"Which one of you is a necromancer?" She demanded to know.

"Well, it is me," Serana crossed her hands and glared at the legate with dangerously bright eyes.

"This practice has been outlawed."

"By the Mages Guild. And it's dead now. I have learned everything at home and I have no obligations before them."

Rikke had nothing more to say. The art of necromancy was disgusting, and on more than one occasion the practitioners of such vile technique had broken enormous havoc upon Tamriel. Danny thought that Serana could be older than the guild itself, but he didn't know its history that well. Phantom honestly had to ask his girlfriend's birthday. The legate sighed, while her subordinates looked warily at the vampire, passing near her.

She felt a gentle hand taking hers.

"Don't mind them," Danny whispered and smiled.

"If you say so," responded Serana, without showing any sign of concern for their words and without her lover's advice.

Dave patted her on shoulder and followed the rest. Not without uttering a word 'lovebirds'. It was sweet, but sweetness wasn't exactly what he specialized in. Leave it to that priests in Riften. He snorted at remembrance. Danny and Serana followed inside the corridor after the living.

The large, open hallway with a huge circular door at the end. The walls of these were telling many stories, as the name spoken by one of the awed legionaries suggested. The halls of stories, such things were called. Engraved pictures showed more than impressive skill. The fire from the torches was jumping from one edge to another, making the pictures glimmer with life. Incredible work. To think that those were made during the rise of humanity on Tamriel. But if you take bland design of the dungeon as a whole...One image seemed to depict many Draugrs bowing towards a strange person in a long cloak and a mask, a staff in his hand.

"Who is that?" Danny asked Dave.

"Dragon priests," the Dragonborn explained. "Incredibly powerful mages who used to serve the dragons when they were still ruling this land. And draugrs were their servants."

Phantom looked at the picture once more. That world was surely rich in lore. He must take some books on his way home in the future. Serana was only vaguely interested. Yes, she was a Nord, or at least had been before becoming a vampire. But the culture of the latter was a specific sort. That was her field of interest, after all, the people of the night had their own legends and customs. Some considered immoral by the mortals. Serana couldn't blame them, they were indeed like that.

Rikke picked up an item lying near the door. Danny immediately took notice of the peculiar thing. It was a clawed palm with three claws made of dark metal named ebony.

"I heard of those," the same enlightened legionary said. "They are the keys."

Everyone looked at the huge door. It was made of three rings, each had a picture of an animal in their center. Dave approached the  curious legate.

"The combination is on the inner side of the claw," He told, having encountered them before.

"Seriously?" Danny asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Dave meanwhile was spinning the rings. "It cannot be that easy."

"It's not for not letting the people inside," Dovahkiin responded. The door slowly started sliding down after he had turned the key in its hole. "It's for keeping someone inside."

They entered the hall. The torches immediately ignited and filled the room with light. Near the walls stood several black sarcophaguses. In the center of the room was a dark throne, with an armored corpse sitting on it. The armor itself was rusty, padded with brown fur. But the body didn't look like it was dead, more like...sleeping. Not much for comfort. On its head, however, was a metal crown, and its spiky structure, with boney parts, probably belonging to some long dead dragon, gave the item its name. The Jagged Crown was before them.

"So here it is," Rikke sheathed her sword and approached the rotten corpse. "The crown is made from the bones and teeth of ancient dragons, and it is said to contain a portion of the power of every king who has worn it."

"I wouldn't come forth so boldly if I were you," Danny advised.

"It could be a trap," Dovahkiin added. "The ruins are full of those. The Stormcloaks have set off most of them, but there are no bodies of theirs here. The trap might be working."

He looked at Danny. Serana did the same. Only Phantom was confused.

"Why everyone is looking at me?" He asked.

"Because so far you have got out of each one," Serana explained. "Besides, certainly spikes coming from nowhere will do you no harm."

Danny gasped and put a hand on his chest. "What are you doing, my own lover wants to kill me!" He moaned dramatically.

"Just get to it, goofus," Serana said with a chuckle, understanding that it was all an act.

Phantom walked to the corpse, the reeking of the remaining flesh was hitting his nose. Danny wanted to do it quick, like Indiana Jones picking the artifact from the ancient tomb. He held his breath, wrapping his hands around the spikes of the crown. Then, turning the item intangible, he pulled it off swiftly. A triumphant smile crossed his features as everyone shared his relief. No traps, apparently. But then, a rumble followed.

Several sarcophaguses opened with loud noise. Draugrs, armed and protected, stepped out of their coffins, awakened from their slumber. Yes, they hadn't just looked like they were sleeping. They actually had been. Danny looked at the owner of the crown, whose lifeless eyes were now looking at him in the endless rage. Before Phantom could do anything, the corpse of King Borgas unleashed his shout.

"Fus Ro Dah!" A raspy yell followed, which launched the half ghost across the room.

The crown was dropped and the undead picked up his relic, putting it back on his head. Everyone prepared to fight the draugrs. Danny shook his head and jumped on his feet. That was embarrassing, he thought. Dave meanwhile damned everything. He hated those cursed corpses. They sometimes knew the shouts unknown even to him, the Dragonborn. And it was annoying, since they weren't like him during their lives. The legionaries took out their engraved swords, but Borgas had other plans.

"Zun..."

Dave knew what would follow.

"Put away the weapons!" He yelled.

"Haal Viil!"

Those who hadn't followed Dovahkiin's command deeply regretted this. Some powerful force hurled away any sort of weapons they had been holding. Swords were tossed far beyond their hands reach, bows fell right under the thin legs of the zombie-like creatures. Serana's dagger was now lying atop of one of the vertical sarcophaguses. Electricity sparked between her fingers. Using cold against the undead was foolish.

Finally the draugrs lunged forward. The legionaries tried to get to their weapons, but some were slaughtered almost instantly, being not agile enough. Their weapons were old, but some magic was keeping them as sharp and dangerous as many ages ago. They were able to pierce the hardened steel of the Empire. Rikke jumped to the side from the slash, before grabbing the disgusting corpse in a headlock. With no muscles to keep everything together, the legate managed to snap the head to the side. But it did little, because the draugr tried to get out nonetheless. It was hard to kill the dead.

Danny's hands glowed green, before he fired at the nearest draugr. He didn't hold back and fried the creature instantly, leaving only ashes. Having seen Serana's loss, he pulled the dagger to himself. The shiny weapon flew into his hand across the entire room. Phantom's eyes flashed brightly, before double beams erupted and hit another undead's upper part. The hit to the head with a massive energy mass finished off the bold draugr.

"Serana!" He shouted.

The vampire looked at him after shooting a lighting and staggering the enemy.

"Catch!"

Danny tossed her the dagger and Serana easily caught it. She moved under the swing and slashed her weapon at the arm. Weak joints couldn't withstand the blow and the draugr lost one of his arms. One hand was not enough to hold a huge sword and the creature staggered forward. She snorted at the ridiculous predicament, before piercing the back of the skull.

Dovahkiin got the most interesting part. Borgas deemed him a worthy challenge, probably sensing the dragon blood within him. Dave didn't wait until the draugr disarmed him as well, so he lunged forward, shield in front. Borgas tried to get through the defense, but his black sword was deflected. Thus began a swordsmanship competition, as their weapons clashed. But as it was known, the fight of those possessing the power of thu'um was made of other things.

"Fo Krah Diin!" Borgas shouted, blowing a snow blizzard from his mouth. A green shield appeared before Dave, who looked to the side to see the grinning half ghost. Danny shot another ghoul, coming to aid the legionaries. The shield dispersed, and now it was Dovahkiin's turn.

"Kii Lun Aus!" A shout of his followed, and the power wave was also visible.

The already rusty armor started crumbling into ashes right before his eyes. Danny always thought that that magic was strange. He just spoke a combination of usual words on dragons' language and it came out like this. How did that overgrown lizards communicate if their words had such power? Dave lunged forward with a roar, but Borgas deflected the hit again.

Phantom kept firing at the endless undead, all the while trying to save the defenseless legionaries. Some managed to get to their weapons or grab another one occasionally lying around. Rikke got her hands on someone's steel sword and beheaded another draugr.

"You alright?" Danny asked, by accident being near. He tossed another undead away with a swing of his hand.

"Yes. Go help Hadvar!" Rikke nodded towards one of the few remaining legionaries, cornered against the wall.

Phantom nodded and went towards them, jumping over the corpses. His eyes turned the same shade as draugrs' as he launched a blue beam at Serana's opponent. She gave him a dry look as he ran by with a grin. Danny jumped and landed on the bottom of the short staircase. He swung one of his hands, and the draugrs flew upwards, making the Nordic legionary stare at the display. Danny smirked, before unleashing ice blue beam at the floating undead. Immediately the victims of his power were frozen solid, pinned to the ceiling in a massive glacier. They didn't feel cold, freezing them in an ice block was another thing.

"Are they going to hold?" Hadvar asked.

"It's a simple spell, but quite unbreakable," Danny said, looking at the soldier. "Go help the others."

"Whom?" Serana asked, appearing near him. "You killed all of the draugrs."

Danny looked around, but then Dave hit the wall nearby.

"Not everyone," he grunted, getting up. "I hate when they do that!" The blonde growled.

"Yeah, being shouted at by a decaying corpse surely isn't the best way to leave."

Everyone looked at Phantom.

"Oh, stop it already."

Why everyone reacted to him like that? He was merely trying to lighten the current atmosphere within this dark, cruel and lifeless tomb. Another snarl got their attention, as Borgas taunted them, hitting his shield with his sword. Danny crossed his hands and looked at Dave while the draugr was doing that.

"Is he yours or shall I finish him?" He asked.

"No one throws me around like a ragdoll and gets away with it."

Dave stomped forward, only receiving a shrug from the half ghost. Danny wanted to summon popcorn. No one saw him actually try to do so, all the eyes got glued to the scene. Only one small puffy thing appeared in his hand. He just popped it into his mouth. Maybe he could bring them one by one. To think that he had lost something even more in one night and wasted it on a tent and a tube of sunblock only. He was really stupid.

The only reason Borgas was still standing was the fact that he could shout as well. Surely he wasn't as tough as the world-eater himself. Dovahkiin shouted only the first word of his personal favorite phrase, making the draugr lose his balance and stagger backwards instead of flying away. The Nord lunged forward and swung his sword. Borgas raised his sword and blocked the hit and bashed the opponent with his shield. He missed, as the Dragonborn moved aside.

Dave slashed the sword from below, hoping to get through the defense, but Borgas put the shield on the way. The sword was deflected, and Dovahkiin grew sick of it.

"Yol Tor Shul!" He shouted, a torrent of flames came out of his mouth, engulfing the draugr entirely. Everyone covered their eyes because of how bright and hot it suddenly became in the room. Under the force of the blast he wasn't able to stand his ground.

After the flame subdued, Dave whipped his mouth, not feeling any burns from the fire coming out of his throat. Without losing time, Dovahkiin gripped his sword and cut off the head of the kneeling draugr. The crown fell off during its flight, rolling across the floor. Hadvar picked up the glorified piece of armor, as he was the nearest to it. Dave panted, spewed at the corpse of the ancient king of Skyrim, and returned to the group.

Danny clapped and grinned. "Splendid, my friend!"

"Good job," Serana said briefly and smiled.

Rikke meanwhile took the artifact from her subordinate and examined it. And was it heavy.

"Good job, everyone," she praised both the soldiers and the mercenaries. "Now let's get out of here, this place is giving me chills."

Danny looked for Dave, but the man was now standing near a wall. As the legionaries started going to the exit, Phantom and Serana approached him. The wall actually had multiple engravings on it, made in dragons' language. To Danny it was a strange nonsense, yet another combination of words. But the Dragonborn seemed to have more interest in it.

"What are you doing?"

"Usually these walls have some useful information about new shouts. That's how I learn them..." Dave whistled. "Now that is interesting."

"What is it?"

"You'll see," the Nord kept smirking. He turned around. "Common, lovebirds, we've got to go."

On the way back they actually looted a couple of chests. They got quite a bit of gold, even a couple of gems, besides something else. The legionaries envied them, they could actually loot the items, they were only going to get an increased payment.

A.N. Just to inform you guys that the updates are going to be much more rare, because my university studies begin. Please bear with it.