Skyrim: A Sorcerer's Tale

Chapter 9: Chapter IX: The grey quarter and obligations *Edited*

Chapter 9: Chapter IX: The grey quarter and obligations *Edited*



As we walk the streets of the grey quarter I cannot help but wince in disgust as I see the squalor that my people live in. The houses if they can even be called that, are tiny and

ramshackle, the children running around wear ragged clothes and the workers milling about the place all seem malnourished.

My blood boils at the sight but my mind remains unmoved.

My companions seem to share my feelings for their own reasons, Morrigan says in a somewhat dead tone "Even the caves seem better than this"

I nod as we keep walking towards the local cornerclub.

The inside of the New Gnisis Cornerclub seems lively if a bit dusty, Dunmer workers and even a couple of Argonians who I presume snuck inside can be seen enjoying themselves drinking their problems away.

We walk up to the bar and are greeted by an aged Dunmer man "Greetings sera, if you are looking for a taste of home I've got just the thing for you and your companions"

"Sure give us a sujamma each, haven't had one in ages" I say as we take our seats.

"Coming right up" he says as he starts pouring "So what brings you to the fabled Grey Quarter of Windhelm?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Self discipline will be a must from now on it seems.

"I dunno what they are planning to do with them but I hear all manner of rumors about a coven of local rogue mages in the hills buying up anyone they can from the black market, for what reason I don't know nor do I frankly care" he continues in a harsh tone "the two groups of n'wahs will be meeting each other by the docks in about two days before heading out towards the mages together, we are plannin' on gutting them all and making it look like they offed each other, if you agree to help us you can keep a good third of the loot we find there." He looks at me expecting an answer.

I turn towards my companions who both nod, one with much less enthusiasm than the other. "Sure, we will help you out, when do we meet up?"

[Quest initiated: destroy the Nordic slaver gangs terrorizing the grey quarter][Reward: good reputation with most Dunmer who learn of you and an understanding of stealth]

"The day after tomorrow on midnight, keep in mind not to draw any suspicion on yourself" I nod and soon we disperse.

The next day passes relatively peacefully, in the morning I went to the palace and handed Balgruuf's letter to the steward, I really don't want to meet Ulfric before I was nice and ready to gut him.

I spend most of my day offering to heal any minor injuries the locals have for a pittance or even free if they seem really destitute, this gets me some good will, but I notice some Nords glaring at me from a distance. I also manage to sell off the weapons we got from the skeletons to the local general store.

My companions spend the day either training in the case of my orc friend or just relaxing in an attempt to get over her annoyance with the situation in the case of Morrigan.

I am unable to make too much progress in my magic as I have already read and re-read all the books I have with me about a dozen times, and I really shouldn't practice fire magic inside of a city, so I join Durrak for some light sparring so I can get used to my new weapon, in which I get completely destroyed within seconds.

We spend most of the evening in the corner club preparing for what was coming. Finally midnight arrives and we head towards the dock.