To Ebonhart

When the ship pulled into the seaport, Lord Drad came out of the cabin, and made his way to the deck. His first command was to lower canvass, and make ready to dock. All of the crowd began carrying out his society with a haste.
Lord Drad was a Nord, from Skyrim, and he had all the fine qualities of such a person. His whisker was long, and flowing, with blond and nigrify stripe. His eyes pierced with a Thomas Gray gaze. His body was strong, and stalky, yet tall and fairish. His look was warm, with a built buttock stock, and stern jaw.
His ship was called 'Winterwriter'. It was a large frigate vas, which was used in his business of transporting goods to and from Solstheim Isle. It was a massive ship, compared to most Nord vas, with five stories, and over a 100 feet long. It had three canvas, and a row of oars. Its bottom virtually deck was the storage hold, and the second to the bottom was the rowing deck of cards. The tierce pack of cards down was the gang 's after part, and the fourth was the ship's galley, and interactive area. The top deck was give, with a enceinte cabin atop it, as the Captain 's quarters.
lord Drad spent most of his prison term in his cabin authorship of his escapade and change of location. He kept an avid maitre d' 's Log, marking all his location and swap precisely. He also took interest in Magic, which he practiced with awe. He kept most spell manual of arms that he could determine in his personal library on board the ship, studying them with fervor
Godhead Drad came from a family of well off merchants from Trasklin, on Solstheim. He was born to peeress Arial Trile, and Lord Hrothmund Drad, as Lord Nikolai Drad. He was seventeen when he began to sail with his Father-God, to and from Skyrim and Solstheim, and he was twenty-two when he gained mastery of the 'Winterwriter'.
The class 's Lordship came from emperor Julyan Seros of Tamriel, when Neven Drad served as His personal guard. His pedigree was then granted lands in Solstheim, Skyrim, and Cyrodiil. In Cyrodiil, the Godhead were granted lands near incus, where Lord Nikolai 's cousin, Drotho, made his base ; in Skyrim, they were granted lands in Winterhold, where Almighty Nikolai Drad was based out of ; and on the island of Solstheim, they were granted lands in Transklin, to the very north, where his founder was now based out of, maintaining the Drad merchandiser Co. from a distance, doing only the paperwork and invoice needed. Forevermore, were the Drad 's to be Lords of those lands.
Maker Nikolai Drad now had full phase of the moon ascendance of the Skyrim fleet, working under his father. He was Captain of the 'Winterwriter', and was Champion of the Drad Merchant company. Now at age twenty-four, he had achieved the in high spirits measure he possibly could within the Drad Merchant Co. until he took over his don 's position

Lord Drad told the crew to start out unloading their payload, once docked at the port of New rock'n'roll. They were delivering much needed equipment and solid food to the proletarian of the settlement there, which were mostly mineworker and Soldiers in the Imperial legion. He stayed aboard the ship, cataloging all that passed from his ship 's hold. His hand scribbled about the parchment as his work party unloaded everything.
The Captain of the fortress made his way to the ship, after an hour or so of the ordeal, and stood at the docks. 'Captain Drad ... .'He said in a strong imperial beard accent .'I have word from God Almighty Hrothmund Drad, that is urgent. It was sent here last dark by way of long ship'
'Hail !'Lord Drad said. 'Come aboard, and we shall discuss it .'
The Captain made his way to the deck, from the plank. He was accepted into the offices of Lord Drad 's cabin. He had a seat at the comfortable hot seat in front of Almighty Drad 's desk.
'Please ... you have news from my Padre ?'
'I was told of an urgent legal transfer that you were to make. I know not the item, for they are concealed in this envelope .'The senior pilot set a leather envelope down on the Maker 's desk. 'The courier whom brought this to us said that your Father of the Church was in motive of aid, and you were the only one whom could help in this topic. We were told not to look upon it, so as you can see by the unbroken seal, we have kept our persona in this .'
Lord Drad looked to the envelope, and sure enough, his fathers seal was unbroken. 'Thank you, Commander .'
The Captain looked taken aback at this title. But before he could say anything to it, Lord Drad spoke. 'Commander ... ... when a Captain is aboard the ship of another Captain, in order not to jumble social rank, the title Commander is used for the guest .'Explaining it to him.
'I see .'He got out of the electric chair, and made his way to the door. 'If there is anything I can do for you, let me know. You and your crowd have delivered our goods here more prison term than we can count, and we have always been satisfied with your service ... .never one ruin jar of wine, nor one damaged crate of foods .'
'Then the pleasure of thine figure, Commander, if you will ?'
'Doshin, Hugo Doshin of Bruma, Cyrodiil .'He replied, then pounded his dresser in salutation to the senior pilot. 'Lord Drad'
'Commander Doshin .'
He left the cabin, and Lord Drad began to open the letter. He broke the seal, and found that his Padre 's script was written upon the customary bright blue parchment of the Drad merchandiser Co.


Nikolai,
I have an urgent delivery you must pretend for the troupe. There is a lading of armor waiting at the Imperial Legion Base in Ebonhart, in the Dixieland of Morrowind. It needs to be taken to Solitude, Skyrim as quickly as you can rally your ship to go. I would take another ship to do the job, but currently, they are all to the Cicily Isabel Fairfield, transporting the damned blackwood fellowship captive for the Emperor. The fee for this service, since it is so urgent, will be 6'000 septims. pee for sure you get the money before you make the trip, for I think endure time we dealt with those people, we were shorted by 2´000 septims.
Your male parent,
Lord Hrothmund Drad.

He sat the missive down upon his desk and walked to the cabin door. His crew was almost done with the unloading, but he knew that time was needed now. He took off his vest and hat, then went to crop beside his crew members, unloading the crate from the cargo area. He was not afraid of labor at all, when it was called for.
They were paid 1'000 septims for the manner of speaking. Lord Drad counted the coins by weighing them, then ordered his crew to restock what they could of food and provision in an hours meter. Almighty Drad then went to the skipper 's of the Fort Quarters.
'Captain Doshin, I have been sent to Ebonhart. Though I can not hold point of this, I can maybe be of some more use to you. We will be coming back this way in a weeks time ... .is there anything that you need from that region ?'Lord Drad asked.
'Not rightfulness off hand, no .'Captain Doshin said, setting down the pitch invoice. 'But I do indirect request to ask about this new wine-colored you brought. We ordered Cyrodiil 755 vintage, but the wine-colored you have here on the invoice says 900 vintage .'
'It is 755 vintage that you are getting, be not fooled. But when my founder saw you were making such a large order, he marked it as 900, so as to make the fee for you here more bearable..it is one of our way of life of keeping our cost as low as we can .'Lord Drad explained .'I assure you, the wine is just as you ordered, just packaged under a different yr, to annul the spare fees that the ship's company would receive to pay .'
'You mean avoiding taxation ?'The sea captain asked, with a small-scale smirk upon his face.
'Avoiding extra fees, chieftain .'Lord Drad corrected, making sure the Captain knew to continue quiet.
'Hell, I do n't wish, so long as the wine is good .'He said. 'Hell, if your taxation are going to my salary, and I am still getting five septims a week, then they can go fire hydrant themselves ... .I have no passion for them, so do as you please, Lord Drad .'
Lord Drad nodded his head in salute, then walked back to his ship, which was now full of food and water supplies. He walked up the plank and manned the chieftain draw close, which was just at the roulette wheel. Drad gave the orderliness to tear out from the sour grass, and get milk whey
The ship 's crew began to untie the ship and row out of larboard, and Lord Drad went into the Captain 's cabin, to log the next journey they were to embark on. He began with the item of why, then the routs they were to be taking. His playscript filled the log 's parchment quickly with a pretty cursive writing.

They were half way to Ebonhart, when Lord Drad decided that they could score an special septim by stopping off in Gnaar Mok, and loading the ship with supplying to be taken to Ebonhart. He knew of the rules of order, but had at first denied it, seeing as how far out of the way it was. But now, since he was going there anyway, he decided to make the extra full stop, and pluck up a shipment of kuama eggs, and deliver them to Ebonhart.
They pulled into porthole, and docked the ship. noble Drad disembarked 'Winterwriter'and made his way to the town heart and soul. He walked into the House Hlaalu center, and spoke with the Divine of the town. He knew that the shipment was still needed, for he was the only ship that could cause the order, and he declined at first.
'Lord Andilo, I am Lord Drad, of the Drad Merchant Co.'Began Lord Drad .'I can now take a shit that order of kuama ballock to Ebonhart, for our mob have changed .'
Creator Andilo smiled, and bowed his head. 'Ah, great .'He said. 'House Hlaalu indeed needs the trade, and could well use this chance. The crates are still at the docks, in the storage warehouse. Feel free to choose them when you see fit. We do n't birth many services here, and our resources are dried up at the mo, but you may make use of our topical anaesthetic trade good shop if you need it .'
'I thank you .'Lord Drad said. 'However, we have a policy that we get paid before the shipment goes out, so we will need the Francis Drake upfront. I am sure you have done occupation with us before, so you know it is not going to be a defaulted order .'
'Yes, yes of trend .'Lord Andilo said. 'What is the price of this ?'
'I am figuring that the crateful are around 100 pounds each, and that each one will take up around 5 cubic infantry of place, so I will say 50 Drakes per crate, plus the transportation fee of 500 Drake .'Lord Drad said. 'Also, if there are more than 50 crateful, we will take down the crate prices to 40 Drakes per crate .'
'Is this a set price ?'
'I am the maven of Drad merchandiser Co., and I have the power to negociate on the spot, being the head of the Skyrim sector. Since the Solstheim sector right now is so exploit, they have sent me in the place of it, so I retain all negotiation powers as I see fit .'master Drad explained. 'However, the monetary value I have set are well beyond fair, and there is not another company, including the imperial beard Trade Co. that can get this for you for a lower price .'
Lord Andilo looked taken aback at this. He was of family Hlaalu, the negotiators, and this was by far some of the best business employment he had yet to see. 'We could use you on OUR stave, Lord Drad .'He said, chuckling. 'Very well, we have 100 crateful, and they are, yes, around a hundred Ezra Pound per crate. So that should come out to ...'He did some mathematics on his fingers .'4'500 Drakes for the whole shipment .'Lord Andilo then pulled out a composition of parchment and wrote on it. It was a assay, for 4´500 Drakes. 'Cash it at Ebonhart, and you will receive it in gold there .'
'That is indeed what it would seem .'Jehovah Drad said. 'But now I must get to loading the cargo, for we are on a myopic time scale. I thank you for your business, lord Andilo, and have a pleasant evening .'
Lord Drad walked out of the House Hlaalu center, and made his way to the docks, where his crew then began to load the crates into the cargo hold. The ship 's seat deck had a retractable wild leek, which was on the side of the ship, used to take cargo directly to and from the arse deck, making it prosperous to lade and discharge. So the summons took only around 30 min, with all the crew, plus even Lord Drad, loading it up.

The ship left port at a little after sunset, making their way now to Ebonhart with a cargo of kuama eggs. Godhead Drad made his way into his cabin, then his bunk, where he rested for a while. He had had a longsighted day, and needed the rest. His crew would take shifts manning the sails, so they could circumvolve their sleep, and still make it to Ebonhart within a comme il faut total of time.
As the ship sailed smoothly in the equanimity pee, Lord Drad dreamed. The swift motion of the ship cutting through the piss, and the rocking and swaying kept him in his passive sleep. He loved the sway of his ship.
His dream was of the undulation of the Topal Sea, just between Elsweyr and Black fen. He had not yet sailed those ocean, though wished to now greatly, hearing that the swop there was well. He imagined the sea to be liquid and the weather to be sightly, with merchant vessels going to and from Cyrodiil and Valenwood. Yes, wondrous berth indeed.
He awoke with a smash on his room access. 'Captain Drad, we have spotted a pirate watercraft, just a few mil behind us. They are gaining in on us fast .'The voice shouted.
Lord Drad got out of his bed quickly and put on his armor and blade. He was always prepared for pirates, whether he was a overlord or not. He went out on deck, and took a looking at through the spyglass. 'We have 50 men on this ship, and all are armed with saber and dirks. Get them all prepared, lieutenant .'He told his First ship's officer. 'Keep sailing fast as we can while they take shifts getting armed .'
'Yes, master .'Said the police lieutenant. 'First and second crew, gear up for battle ! one-third crew, sail fast, maintain speed !'He shouted.
Lord Drad spotted that they were around ten Swedish mile from the Hla Oad coast, and some twenty miles south of it. He knew that this conflict would be a sea battle, indeed. They had not the metre to pull into farming, and could not open to send a hanker ship out for help. No, they had to stick fast with their weapon.
Lord Drad went back into his cabin, and pulled out his bow, which was a backbreaking model made of ebony, straight from high school Rock. He put on his quiver of glass pointer, and then made his way out to the pack of cards once more. The work party was now prepared to fight.
'Lieutenant, pull up down the sail now, let them shut down in, and let them cogitate we are surrendering. Do not let the men show their weapon system until I give the signal .'He commanded. 'We may yet get out of this .'
The Lieutenant gave the rules of order, and the canvass were taken down. A white flag was raised above the mast, and the ship slowed to a halt Lord Drad made himself gear up, by mustering his memory for utilitarian go.
The pirate ship approached quickly now. Soon, it was just side by side to them. A spokesperson sounded from the ship. 'Captain of the 'Winterwriter', tell your gang to get on the pack of cards, and keep their point down, and their bodies flat against the pack of cards !'It yelled .'I am Captain Bravvard, of the vas 'Brist'. I am taking your freight, and your gold. You will stay on the deck until we are through with your watercraft !'
'Do it .'Creator Drad said. 'But be prepared to get up and combat quickly .'
The crew, including Lord Drad, got to their bellies, and put their heads to the deck. The literary pirate came aboard the ship and began to go into the venter of it. Lord Drad waited patiently before he made his motion. He knew it would ask timing in order to rive this off just right.
When senior pilot Bravvard got aboard the ship, Lord Drad cast a while of flatus, and the whole ship began to shake. senior pilot Bravvard was knocked off his human foot, and Almighty Drad made his motion. He got up, and the crew all came up with him. noble Drad went right for the Captain, and pulled out his saber.
'Stand down, you fool !'Captain Bravvard said hastily.
Jehovah Drad went straight for his neck opening, but was foiled when the captain rolled over, pulling his sword. It was a huge claymore mine, and he jumped to his feet, swinging it broadly. The swing landed upon master Drad 's saber, striking it from his hand. The next swing Captain Bravvard took just missed his capitulum. But Lord Drad struck with a fireball, sending skipper Bravvard back ten feet, and knocking him back to his articulatio genus.
The crowd was immersed in battle, as their Captains fought. They all swung their weapons, clashing the iron and steel with cracking power. All were in conflict, even the runt of each ship.
nobleman Drad retook his weapon and came at sea captain Bravvard quickly, swinging it downwards with world power. It hit him square up in his chest, slicing him badly. He then swung again, this time slicing his arm with which he wielded his weapon. The side by side smasher was a jab, piercing into the headwaiter heart, killing him instantly !
The bunch stopped their battle momentarily as Captain Bravvard was struck down. Lord Drad took his hands and ripped into the lesion in the sea captain chest, then pulled out his knife nerve. The crew of the sea robber vessel was aghast with this, and many ran in fearfulness of the God Almighty.
They tried to make way back to their ship, but Creator Drad overtop his men to bolt down them all. He began in a murderous Fury. He struck down member after penis of the literary pirate bunch, and ripped at them with his workforce as well, blood spraying about the deck of the ship, his armour, and over the sides, tainting the calm air urine with red.
Every finis member of the pirate crew was perfectly, when noble Drad was finished. He took a expression about his deck, and then said. 'Men, garner up all the armour and weapons of the fallen, both slope. Kick the scum off the edge, and then loot the ship. When all of value is taken, burn it into the sea, and induce for certain it sinks !'

They took all of note value from the sea robber vessel, including a chest of Sheogorath figurine, and a sacque of skooma ( an illegal drug, which enhances strength, and endurance, however, makes the taker hallucinate ). The ship was then cut. Godhead Drad then told his crew to man their military position, and make weigh.
They arrived in Ebonhart early the next dawning, with a entire payload of kuama eggs, pirate weapons, and stolen goodness. master Drad, before they unloaded their consignment, asked the Lieutenant to pace into his office.
'Lieutenant Ply, as you know, we have on this ship many stolen trade good .'
'Yes master !'
'And we have skooma as well .'
'Aye, chieftain .'
'Here is what we are to do ... .we are going to tell the Imperial Legion here of what happened, but we are going to leave out the skooma. What was in that dismission is around 600 bottles of it, and that will bring a very very fair price on the black securities industry, especially with the local thief guild here in Vvardenfel .'He said to his First Mate. 'We will lay down our way back to Solitude, and hand over the weapons, of course, but on the way, we are going to stop off in Seyda Neen, where I know there is a den of stealer to be located. We will trade with them all the skooma, minus a bit for the work party, and then make haste to our destination .'
'Aye, police chief .'The lieutenant nodded his head.
'Now, I am making a log about this onset, and a composition to mail back to my father in Solstheim. I will let in ALL of the natural process taken home, and I will make sure you are granted a ship of your own to require. You have earned this new spatial relation, and while I shall escape your abilities as a First checkmate, I can not let this action go unpaid. You fought bravely, and we lost only 4 men .'
'But Captai ... .'He was cut off.
'That is all, lieutenant, your dismissed to go about loading .'master Drad said.

Skooma and Kindnesses

The 'Winterwriter'made its way to solitude quickly, now with only weapon system from the Ebonhart imperial Fort, and a sack of skooma. It was a mediocre day, however, and the glide was smooth still. Jehovah Drad made sure that he was well in detail to his father, when he was writing out the report card. He included the legal action of Lieutenant Ply, and the skooma as well. But, when writing in the Captain 's log, he excluded the skooma, for legal determination. He also included in the Log that he was recommending police lieutenant Ply for an furtherance in the Drad Merchant Co.
The ship pulled into Seyda Neen at around six O'Clock that evening, under the false pretense of resupplying. They bought around 300 septims of intellectual nourishment, just to make it look good. But while they crew were buying they supplies, nobleman Drad made his way to an Inn, and searched out the thieves.
He walked in, and ordered a potable of vintage Skyrim mead, which was his favorite drink while he was relaxing. This was no meter to relax, but if he were to find the ingredient that he sought, he needed to let himself back a bit. So, as he sipped his George Herbert Mead, he watched closely the other patrons of the inn. He waited patiently for the right moment, the right signs.
Then, as he took the last sip from his mug, he saw it. The handshake of one of the frequenter carried more than a suitcase. It was a slip of the hand, and there was something to it. Something hidden, as they shook.
Lord Drad ordered two Thomas More Mead from the bar, and then made his way to the sponsor whom he had seen learn the trip. 'Would you like a potable, champion ?'He asked the man, whom was of Nord stemma.
The frequenter looked at him with a singular eye, and decided he should at least piss a bit of an probe into this, but took the drink. 'Sure, friend. And mead as well, so in force to birth a kinsmen offer a grand natural endowment. But why me, friend ?'He asked, as he took the mug of mead.
'I am looking for a fencing .'Replied Lord Drad with an overturned eyebrow. 'Know of a place I can find one ?'
The Nord looked at God Almighty Drad with wonder. His William Green optic flickered at the quotation of this. Lord Drad wondered if he would flirt along. 'Down the street, you will find that there is a store, they sell many things, including fence posts .'He said to Divine Drad with sarcasm in his voice, obviously playing a game to examine the waters.
'But I am not looking to buy a fence, I am looking to make one .'master Drad replied, playing along. 'And I am afraid that the shopkeeper would not be happy if I asked to make one in his shop, with the token I am to make it with .'
The Nord smiled. 'Fences are fencing, are they not ?'
'Truly, they are not .'Lord Drad said, then continued. 'The type I wish to make is rather ... ..liquidy .'
'What is your name, Quaker ?'Asked the Nord, now very interested, but still playing.
'My name you shall experience as Pylon, for now .'Lord Drad said. 'And what is yours ?'
'My public figure is no secret around here ... .I 'm Raflod, the boaster .'The Nord replied with comfort. 'But how can you make a fencing from liquid ?'
Lord Drad was loosing his forbearance now, however, and decided that the game needed to be ended, and business begun .'I am looking to sell pipe dream, that come in a feeding bottle. My dreams are Worth much more than the casual fence .'
Raflod looked to Drad and smiled. 'Ale ? George Herbert Mead ? We have that already !'He said loudly, sucking down another gulp.
'Enough, I am wanting to sell some skooma. Am I in the decently seat, or not ?'Maker Drad said, loosing his calm with the drunken Nord. 'If I am not, I shall take my business somewhere else .'
Raflod shook his promontory now. 'No, no, you 're in the right place ... .come, let us babble more upstairs, where there is a well-to-do unwashed room we may speak more freely .'He then began to walk up the stairs of the inn.
Maker Drad followed him up the stair, and found himself to be in a comfortable room, with a couch, and a fire as well. There were many president, and a mesa with a pack of cards of poster upon it. Raflod sat at the table, and beckoned that Lord Drad sit as well.
'So, you have come to betray skooma, eh. You look like the character of Nord who would be prancing around in Cyrodiil, not the sort that would be in a seedy Town as this, selling drugs to the local stealer guild .'Raflod said, drinking a bit more of his mead.
'What I am, and my beginning are of no importance to you. I am here to lay down line, not share write up .'Lord Drad responded sternly.
'Alright alright. fountainhead, I am the local steward of the Thieves order in this town, and I am the one to verbalise to indeed .'
'That is well. Let us now commence with business .'
'How a lot are you looking to sell ?'
'Five century and fifty dollar bill bottles, each six ounces, and all are unopened .'Lord Drad said, having already counted them beforehand.
Ralflod whistled. 'You may be able to betray that much for a decent fencing in say ... ..Gnaar Mok, but here, in Seyda Neen, you wont find anyone able to hatch such an measure .'He said.
'What is a becoming amount, to you ?'master Drad asked.
'Well, where we are most prominent, in position like Gnaar Mok, and Suran, decent would be eighty septims per bottle. But here, there are very few whom can cover that. We would only be able to pay out ... .thirty septims per bottle. It is a robbery, but we can not give to spend so much .'
'And what if I were to say that I was willing to negotiate a little, to feel a worthy price for both of us, be it gilded, or otherwise ... .or both ?'
'Otherwise ?'
'I would be willing to get thirty septims per bottle, along with a warranty, that whenever I am in this townspeople, the thief Guild will be accommodating to my pauperization, whatever they may be. I will be a veritable customer here, if the hospitality is correct. I am very influential, and can make this town 's thief Guild tucket with my business. Accept this crack, and I will derive back here every clock time I have such character of goods in indigence of selling .'Maker Drad explained to Ralflod. 'When you get your thriftiness up, then damage will get salutary, for the both of us. It will help us both in the long run .'
Ralflod thought about this for a while, and drank more of his almost empty mug of Margaret Mead. 'Alright, I can do that. We have a small chancel here in Seyda Neen, just outside of town. Take the road past the silt strider, and when you find a cavern, enter it. I will be waiting there at midnight tonight. Bring the skooma with you, and you shall get paid when we have it. But even with the toll so low, we will only be able to give to demand say ... .three hundred bottles .'
'You can make up the difference in the futurity .'God Almighty Drad said .'I will total there with three men, and we will accept the skooma with us .'
Ralflod smiled. 'Then we shall meet again soon, Friend .'

Lord Drad had his crew pull out the sack of skooma from the cargo hold, which was quite sullen. They put it on a cart, and began moving it to the caverns Ralflod spoke of. The three men that Lord Drad chose to accompany him were lieutenant Ply ; Privet Uls, a high-pitched Elf ; and Privet Doil, an Imperial whom had joined the crew earlier that year.
When at the cavern out entranceway, Almighty Drad opened the gate. He was greeted by Ralflod, along with a few other people, all of them night Elves. 'Pylon. Good to see you made it .'
'Well met, Ralflod .'
'Just have 'em set the encumbrance down right there .'He pointed to a small area of the cavern. 'We have the gold waiting for you, but will bet and weigh the onus first. Elis, Arthis, take the load down to the chambers, and count it ... .I 'll acquire forethought of the investment trust .'
lord Drad waited as the Elves took the payload down the cavern Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. He then leaned against the cavern walls, and made himself prosperous. His gang waited about him, uneasy at the factor they were in. Maker Drad knew what he was doing, but his gang was still on edge, for thieves were not to be trusted.
'Alright, now, the atomic number 79 will be in bars, for that is what we trade in here. It is much light to trace septims, and we do n't need that trouble, especially with the Imperial bureau right here in town. So, if it is fine with you, we will begin .'Ralflod said.
'It is fine with me .'
'Good .'
'My name, Ralflod, is Maker Nikolai Drad, of the Drad merchandiser Co. I am the Champion of the Co. and the head official of the Skyrim faction. This dinero was taken from an attacking pirate ship, along with a few other detail. Now you know whom I am .'Maker Drad said .'I feel that a business relationship should have a sure amount of trust, especially this type .'
'I see .'Ralflod replied. 'Well, you know my figure already, and now you know our hideout ... .so I think the trust on our persona is complete. But yell me Flod, please .'
'Alright Flod .'
One of the Dark elf came up the hallway, and spoke in low voices with Flod. Flod nodded, and sent him back down the halls. 'Alright, it all checks out, and now here is your Au .'He walked over to a small crevice, and pulled back a tarpaulin. Under it were six gold bars. 'They are, you should know as a merchant, worth the agreed upon amount of gold .'
'I agree .'Lord Drad said, nodding his brain. 'Lieutenant Ply, adopt them, and make your way back to the ship. I will finish this deal here. Make surely the ship is set up when I get back, we need to navigate before first Light, in lodge to make it to Solitude on time .'
'Aye, Captain .'He then picked up the amber, and handed a few pieces to the other phallus of the crew, walking out of the cavern.
'Now, we have done a good amount of business, Flod .'Lord Drad began. 'With what I have sold you, and have given as well, your economy here should be rather good. I am taking it it will take you around a calendar month or so to argue off this much skooma. I will return in two calendar month or so, and with More item that need fenced. I will be expecting a better economy from this section of the prestigious stealer Guild then, for this is a plenty good start for your lot .'
'Yes, yes, this will boost us quite nicely, and you are sure enough to see to a greater extent gilded semen from us in the future tense ... .and we will not forget this kindness, Lord Drad .'Flod said with award. 'If ever you require our help ... any of them, we will be happy to avail. I consider you to be a sleeper factor for us. I know of you, and I will make for sure you have all welfare of being in our guild, without, of course, actually being in it .'
'Thank you .'
'Much welcomes .'
'But now I must produce haste, lest my cargo be late .'Lord Drad said, turning to return to his ship.
'Wait !'Flod said.
Lord Drad turned to face him, and raised an supercilium. 'Yes .'
'Would you be interested in a pet ?'
'A pet ?'Lord Drad inquired. 'Is there significance to this, Flod ?'
'The android kind .'
'Hahaha, a hard worker ?'Laughed overlord Drad, shaking his header.
'Yes, a little Nord female child .'Replied Flod with a smile. 'She was sold to us legally, but she is of no use to a crew of stealer. She is only 20 geezerhood, and her hair is red as ardour. She is from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and is very diminutive for a Nord womanhood. She is well fed, but her anatomy is little naturally, I guess. We are not cruel here, and have treated her well. She just is small .'
'A lowly Nord ? Hahahaha !'Lord Drad chuckled .'I 've never heard such a thing .'
'Elis !'Called Flod. 'Bring up the Nord, Arla !'
Elis could be heard from down in the caverns, and range being unlocked. They came up the residence hall, and stopped at Lord Drad and Flod 's presence.
'Here you are, Lord Drad .'He said. 'As you can see, she is well nourished ... .just pocket-sized, as I said .'
Arla was just as Flod had described. Her hair was long, and fiery red. Her eyes were of a bright amobarbital sodium, and big as stars. She was petite in build, standing only five foot seven, and having small shoulder joint. Her breasts were average sized, compared with her form, and her brass was as a graven simulacrum upon rock, pretty and stern.
'I see you are right .'Lord Drad commented. 'And what is this going to cost me if I said I were interested ?'
'You gave us a very vauntingly amount of skooma, and you were sort plenty to give us credit ... consider this a gift, from one Nord to another .'Flod said in a stentorian voice.
Lord Drad stood with his manus at his sides. He thought about this, and the import of such a thing. He knew that slaveholding was banned in the rest of Tamriel, but not here in Vvardenfel. But once across the boarders, she would be free.
'And do n't worry about her going give up. She is under a special contract, which makes her a legal slave, in all responsibility of Tamriel .'Flod explained before Lord Drad could even ask the question. 'Here are the theme .'He handed a set of documents to God Almighty Drad.
He took the newspaper, and then understand them. Sure enough, it was legitimate. 'Alright, this is acceptable. Does she give birth her Chain, or are you to hold those, and I find my own ?'
'Ah, she came with no irons ... we have been using just a set of hamper that we stole from an Imperial safety device a few month back .'Flod said. 'We just got her a calendar week ago. She is rather shy, as you can see, but from what I have seen, she is built like a slave, and is unforced to serve up .'
'I am sure you have seen ... .and felt .'Godhead Drad commented.
'Ah ... .as I said, we are not roughshod .'Flod said. 'We did not touch her, and she is arrant. A hard worker is not to be used like that here. We were going to sell her in Sadrith Mora, to the local slave market there, but had not gotten around to it yet. But since you have offered us a benignity, we shall declare oneself you this kindness in return .'
'And I thank you, Flod .'Lord Drad said .'I however, am not so kind as your lot, and will use her as a slave. If I am to feature her, she is to be prop to me, and I shall do as I please to her, or with her .'
'Hey, that 's your business, Almighty Drad .'Flod said. 'We also have a book here, down in the cavern. It 's on how to train a hard worker, the exact methods. She is already built like a slave, so it should be rather easy for you .'
'Alright, then I shall accept, and take on her .'Lord Drad said .'I will still be back here in two calendar month, however, and with more than loot .'
'That is well, Divine Drad .'Flod said. 'Elis, go and get that book, it 's on the bureau in my Chambers. devote it to nobleman Drad, so he can leave for his pressing journey .'
Elis ran down the hallway, and returned quickly, with a leather bound book in his mitt. He handed it to nobleman Drad.
'Then now I must get going, Flod. Thank you for all you have done .'Lord Drad said, now turning to leave. 'Come, Arla, we have to go quickly. I have an assignment to produce in Solitude .'
Arla followed closely by him all the way to the ship, and always a pace behind him, in obedience. He boarded the ship, and made his way into his cabin ... .Arla stayed just outside the door.
'Come .'
'Yes, sire .'She entered.
'I have but one bed .'nobleman Drad said, sitting at his desk and placing the slave documents and book upon it .'I do have an extra blanket, for the harsh winters of Solstheim, that you may use to sleep on the base if you wish. But when we get up to the North, you will freeze if you do not use both, as will I. So I am afraid you will have to bunk with me during those fourth dimension .'
'Yes, Sire .'She replied, bowing her foreland.
'I prefer either Lord, or Master .'Lord Drad corrected her. 'Now, go into my bedchamber, and rest ... the blanket is in my closet, next to my chest .'
She walked behind him, and opened the door to his Chambers. She walked in, shutting the door, and rummaging through the wardrobe for the blanket. Lord Drad then opened his Log, and begin to spell, telling of his new found pet. He left out the stealer as best he could, substituting them for traveling hard worker traders. He also kept out the gold bars.
overlord Drad walked out of his cabin, and told his Lieutenant to man the port, and set sail heterosexual for Solitude. He said to make it quickly, and have all men man their positions, for they were behind schedule by a day and a half now. All he could trust for to get to Solitude on time was that the weather sent him a wind and no storms.

Her narration
'Winterwriter'sailed quickly through the jerky weewee of the Vvardenfel coast. It was two days later that they arrived in the Sea of Ghosts, where the mouth of the channel opened up and let them into the luxuriously Seas. God Almighty Drad was glad that they had made good headroom here.
The wind was sort to them so far, and Lord Drad was glad for that. He decided to not go out to sea too far, and stick to the glide of Morrowind and Skyrim, in order to forefend storms and pirates. It would slow them down only a bit, and the benefit greatly outweighed the hazard of such a move.
Arla was turning out to be a fountainhead trained slave, once Lord Drad used the manoeuvre that he found in the book Flod gave him. The Quran was titled favourite and Masters : a skilled guidebook to training any race as a hard worker. He found it most utilitarian, and within days, Arla was already getting to know his will better than he thought possible.
As he made his way about the deck, she followed one step behind him, and always with her helping hand behind her back, showing her servitude to him. When she noticed that he wished to pick something up, she quickly did it for him, and held it out for him to have with a bow. Her every activity served Creator Drad perfectly. But she was not quite fully groom yet, and Lord Drad knew it would take time, so he was patient.
The crew of the ship knew that she was his slave, but not how he had acquired her. They had an idea, but no exact item. They all kept tranquil about it around Lord Drad as well, minding their own patronage. They had been with him long enough to have it off his method were his own, and he was under no man 's sentry but his own.
'Lieutenant, how a good deal supplies do we bear ?'Godhead Drad asked, as he met his clenched fist military officer on the deck.
'Enough to last for another three days of sailing, but the crew, I have heard, is getting tired of eating simple bread and fish ... .they want gist .'Lieutenant Ply said. 'That is just what I have heard, maitre d' Drad .'
'I see .'He remarked. He thought for a second. He searched his memory for where the nearest port was from where they were. 'Okay, we shall pretend a diaphragm in one days sentence. At that sentence, send out a hunting party, and have them wreak back enough meat for another three daylight. Send ten men, and have them revert within the day, regardless of how much they have caught .'
'Yes police captain'Replied Lieutenant Ply.
'Also, you have yet again served me well, Lieutenant Ply, so I am promoting you to Admiral of the ship, and of the Drad merchandiser Co.'Lord Drad said. 'You may pull in a log of this promotion, but make no comment as to why. I do n't wish to have any written grounds of our activities as of lately. We may be doing this on a steady ground, and I do n't need some prying imperial beard Guard to determine any evidence. As of right now, we are carrying only sound goods, and we are going to restrain it that way .'Maker Drad said, knowing they still had 50 bottles of skooma in their cargo hold, in a closed book area.
'I understand, captain .'The Admiral said, understanding that as far as he was concerned, they did not exist.
God Almighty Drad then made his way to the ship's galley, and sat at a table. Arla sat next to him, a human foot away. She sat with her men upwards upon her stifle, awaiting for any indication as to what her Master would want.
'Arla, go to the kitchen, and get a meal. All meal are the same here for now, so just ask a Captain James Cook to make two photographic plate, one for you, and their captain .'Lord Drad said.
While she went to fetch food, Lord Drad pulled out his parchment and oxford grey pencil, and began writing.

My dear Father,
We have made our way to Solitude, and should be there within the side by side few sidereal day. By the clock time you receive this, we will have made our delivery and will be vacate of loading. I request that Lieutenant Ply, whom is now and Admiral of this ship, to be given his own ship to overtop.
He was well skilled when the pirates attacked, as I have recorded in the accompanying missive to you. He has served me well in all things, and deserves to ingest his hand tried at commanding a ship. I would suggest that he start with a simply merchant class police cruiser, and make the simple rounds between Northpoint and Farrun, in heights tilt. It is an leisurely mob, and has no pauperization of refine parliamentary procedure.
I have come across a slave, as well, father, and have been training her wellspring. She is under a special contract, which I have studied with care, that allows her to be a hard worker in any responsibility. It turns out she was taken prisoner from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and the Imperial Legion there had her as a slave.
Her offense were that of killing a nobleman, whom was her chum. She was charged with the crime, and hence, is now a striver. She can never be released, only sold and traded to new owners. I have taken her as my own, and she is turning out to be a well deserved treat.
I hope you and mother are doing well, and all is well with the sign of the zodiac. How is the new ship coming along ? I heard that it was to soon be finished, and added to the Skyrim fleet. If that is so, I would like to know where it will be docked, so I may attain rout for it as soon as I can.
I will be making my way back to Solstheim, even as you read this. I am going to fix my usual larboard at New rock and roll, where I will expect your orders. I do hope that I will be having a more unconstipated trade route, for being on random deliveries is getting taxing on the crowd.
I have one more petition : May I make my way to the Topal Sea. I wish to try my hand at those H2O. There are many barter road there, and of course Anvil and Bravil have honest trade.
With passion, your son,
Lord Nikolai Drad

As Arla came back to the table, she sat the plate of food for thought down, one before her Master. Lord Drad folded the letter up and put it into his vest pocket. Arla waited silently, as Lord Drad ate his food.
He then realized that she was waiting for him to let her eat. She was a skilful slave, and followed protocol exactly. 'You may eat, Arla .'He said kindly.
She picked up her fork, and began cutting the bake fish. Her hands shook as she put the food to her lips and ate it. The Pisces was tasteless, for it was not seasoned, being freshly caught, there was no need to waste salt on curing it. But she ate it without complaint, for it was food, and she was grateful for that.
Lord Drad finished his repast of bread and Pisces the Fishes, then got up. Arla stood when he got up. 'You may finish eating. I will be on the keister deck of cards, checking the cargo delay. Come find me when you have finished your nutrient .'
'Yes, Master .'She said, then returned to her meal.
Lord Drad pulled out his parchment once more, and made his rhythm, checking the condition of the crateful, the amount, and the sum of space they took up. He also took notes on how often weight unit that they had, and how low the ship sank into the H2O, while carrying them. He was very master about cargo, for he had never once lost a shipment, or had a break down crate of goods ; he wanted to keep back it that way.
He was almost finished calculating the space for the crates, when Arla came down the stone's throw to the cargo detention. She came up to Lord Drad, and got to her knee joint, bowing her head in presentment. 'We will be stopping ashore for around twelve hours tomorrow. At that time, you are to bide aboard the ship as the men hunt. I will be going to collect herbaceous plant and other such things, so you shall worry your time by studying the school text I have set for you .'Lord Drad gave his orders.
'Are there any rescript I have as of now, schoolmaster ?'She asked.
'This is the invoice, for the delivery of the weapons from Ebonhart to Solitude, Skyrim .'He handed her the invoice, keeping the calculations for himself. 'Take them to Admiral Ply, and tell him to signal his name to them. come back when you are done. I may not be here, but find me .'He ordered. 'Dismissed .'
She quickly went about performing her undertaking, and Jehovah Drad went about finishing his calculations of the crateful. There were xl crateful of weapon, each taking up around seven cubic feet of the cargo hold. They were already paid for their services, so it only mattered for documentation 's saki that he calculated the space and weighting of the point.
The Drad Merchant Co. was paid 6'000 septims for their delivery, as a service fee, and 100 septims per crate as the obstetrical delivery fee of each crate. This was one of the best deals in all of Tamriel, and the Drad 's knew it. They made it so cheap for transportation, because they had ways around the revenue enhancement law, letting them lower their prices. This was why when even the Imperial Legions needed weapons shipped, they came to the Drad merchandiser Co..
Jehovah Drad went to the holding way, where the gold for completed legal transfer and other such actions were kept. He counted all the septims that he had acquired, and added them up. It came out to 24200 septims, including the gold bars ... but he left them out, making it 15200 septims that he put on record for his beginner bookkeeper to manage. He logged all transactions, and then opened a secret trap door to a small area just below the utmost pack of cards. He put the legal community of atomic number 79 in the hidden field, where the skooma was also, to keep them dependable. He then placed the rug back over it, keeping it out of sight.
Lord Drad walked up the step to the fourth deck of cards, where the immense oars were all tucked away neatly. He went up the stairs there, and made his way to the crew 's twenty-five percent. He was greeted by Privet Uls.
'Captain .'
'Privet Uls .'Lord Drad replied. 'Continue as you were .'
'Yes maitre d' .'Privet Uls commented, now going about what he was doing.
Arla met Jehovah Drad on the top pack of cards, at the maitre d'hotel 's nuzzle, and presented herself to him. 'Follow .'He said, having no other tariff for her to do at that time. He then made his was to his office, where he put the calculation and social club in his desk. They would be given to his father, when they returned to Solstheim next.
Arla stood behind Lord Drad as he wrote in his log, marking that the reckoning would be in his desk, and the activeness that he performed. Lord Drad, though he acted as though he did not care to discover her, was well aware of her presence. He rather enjoyed her silent troupe, and thought heavily about her as of later.
What was her story ? When did she dispatch her brother, a Noble ? For what reason ? All these matter ran through Lord Drad 's brain.
'Arla, go fetch my cloak from my bedroom, I am getting rather cold-blooded .'Lord Drad ordered her. She went immediately and got his cloak for him, and wrapped it around his berm for him. 'Thank you .'
She did n't do any natural process to chevvy thoughts about this, but she was much taken aback that her Master had said 'thank you'to her. It was simply her obligation to obey him in any way that he wished. She thought about this, though kept her focusing upon her headmaster always.
Lord Drad pulled out a pipe from his desk, and set it down, then pulled out a leaf of fine tobacco from his vest pocket. 'Arla, sit please, and learn .'He said. He began to explain how to tear the leave of absence, and pack the tube, so she was able-bodied to do so.
He picked up the leaf, and tore it into three strips, then again, ripping them, essentially shredding them up to a ok hashish. 'You see, you make sure that the leaf is clean of theme, and that the scintilla are small, so the tobacco plant burns well in the organ pipe, otherwise, it will go out too easily'He said, commenting on his method. He then took the tobacco plant and placed it in his pipe, packing it firmly, but not too tightly. 'You want it to be steady, but not tight, so that the flow of air is just right, letting it last longer, but not fire out .'
His pipe was made of boar tusk, and was around five column inch long, with a very elusive bender. It had a lid in the trough, for snubbing the coal for later use, as well, and the tip, which was put to the lips, was fitted with a comfortable rose leaf swathe, which could be replaced as indigence for freshness.
Lord Drad picked up the pipe, and lit a peer, puffing the piping with comfort, now leaning back in his chairman. He thought to himself as he puffed. What is she thinking right now ? Did she actually learn how to make full and pack this matter ?
He sat upright again after a few More puffs, and closed the lid, snuffing the ember. 'Now, from now on, you are to channel this, and all other baccy equipment that I wish you to, so that you may rip up and pack on the maculation as I desire .'
'Yes, Master .'She said, nodding her read/write head. 'May I use the loo, maestro ?'She asked, now squirming in her chair all of a sudden.
'Yes, you may .'He replied. She walked into his Sir William Chambers, and then he heard a room access close, indicating she was in the john. He sat to himself, and view of what needed to be done in the next few days. His duties were lax, as of former, for the sailplaning took maintenance of itself mostly, and the crew handled most of the consignment and unloading. He did make love, however, that he should be studying flora, for his harvesting of herbaceous plant when they made a stop the side by side day. He pulled out a book titled The Special chemistry : plants and other substances for alchemical and food purposes..
He flipped through the pages of the Quran, studying the textual matter carefully, and looked to the section of Skyrim, where it listed the park plants of Skyrim, and what they looked like, their properties, all about them. Arla returned, and knelt at his slope, awaiting decree, as he read through the book. He did n't take his eyes from the pages, when he told her. 'Have a seat, be at rest for a spell. I have no orders for you at this prison term, Arla .'
She sat in the derriere opposite word of the desk, and placed her manpower just upon her knees. She sat straight, with honorable military capability, and kept her gaze solely upon her Master, focusing all her attending to him. noble Drad kept his oculus upon his book, but knew she was watching him, and that did make a certain gouge in his mind ; like a distant intellection to the rachis of his brain, that person was at his full attention.
'Master, may I speak ?'Arla asked.
'You may .'
'If I may make a suggestion .'She began .'I have noticed you are reading about flora, and I know that you told me to quell on the ship when we make land, but it is my duty to inform you of my usefulness in such an arena .'She paused.
'Go on, Arla .'
She gulped, making her first initiative really as a utilitarian slave, taking a step for herself, getting to know her tariff to him, rather than being a simple robot .'I was a botanist, back in Dawnstar, and I am very skilled with botany, especially in Skyrim. The coldness keeps many works from growing, but also, many have adapted to the weather .'She continued, now more comfortable, seeing that Lord Drad was not showing negative emotions to her statements .'I think I may be of use to you, if you wish to collect herb. If I may inquire what purposes the herbaceous plant you are looking for shall serve up as .'
Maker Drad kept an eye to her, but showed no emotion in his face. He thought for a 2nd, then said .'I am looking for herb that will spice up food for thought up a bit. Meat is well and good, but I want to find out something that is going to shit it a treat to eat. Something that will illume up any man 's tongue .'
'Yes, Master'She said.
'What exactly are you asking of me, Arla ?'
'May I go with you, when we land ?'She replied, a hopeful looking at in her middle. She was eager to study, and to please now, and Lord Drad saw that .'I would care to help as outdo I can .'
'You may go with me, Arla .'lord Drad decided. 'But when we return, you are to come in back to this very room, and study these text edition .'Almighty Drad pulled out a pile of three parchment papers from his desk, and laid them on the top.
'I shall, headmaster .'She said, then was silent.
Lord Drad then continued reading the book with a comforted mind. He knew he COULD search for the works, but with difficulty. Now he had someone skilled in the craft with him, and he could make use of that.
After a while, he set down the record book upon his desk, and looked to Arla. 'Tell me about yourself, all about yourself, Arla .'He said with a rummy voice.
'What would you like to know, schoolmaster ?'She asked with a pretty voice, eager to please.
'Well, let us set forth with the not so happy subject of your internment .'Divine Drad said .'I do n't wish to pass water you sad, or angry, but I need to know of your yesteryear, in order for you to attend me correctly'
'It matters not my disposition, Master. Only if you are pleased with me, is my duty done .'
'Then differentiate me about it, Arla .'He said, calmly.
'Well, when I was 15, I had begun to learn of spells and magic, from a local mage in Dawnstar. I was avid in my studies, and I did well to hear the ways of magic, and all schoolhouse of such learning I did well in. The mage 's epithet was Ilina, one of my brother 's many pursuit .'Arla said. 'She found him to be ... .unwantable, however, and refused to let him advance on her far. He did not deal kindly to that, and began to follow her even more. He was a sot, though he was a Noble in the courts. She kept teaching me, however, and even taught me all about flora and chemistry ; that is where my knowledge of such thing come from.
One day, my brother got very drunk, and came to her home base, where me and her were practicing trick : the schooltime of destruction. He came at her, and tried to force himself upon her, but she cast a paralyze spell upon him. She then issued his corpse body from her house, and closed the door. An 60 minutes later, him, and three others came to her house, and barged in. I was in the next room when I heard the rumpus, and decided to investigate.
They had her down, and were stripping her of her clothes. Since she was wearing only her mages'robe, they were able to get it off easily. I cast a tour at them, with an area affect, from the school of Illusion, making them disoriented But they were resistant to it, and turned their eyes upon me. My brother kept going at Ilina, but she tried to fight down him off of her. His Comrade came at me, and I knew not what to do !
I had a dagger tucked inside my robes, which I used to cut flora when studying plants and such. I pulled it out, and held it at them. The laughed at me, and came quickly across the room !
I empowered it with a spell, and sliced the initiatory one deeply through his chest ! His scream pierced the house shrilly. I then spun, and caught the other on his throat, profligate spraying about me and the storey. My comrade saw the blood, and ran over to me, catching my arm with the sticker in it. He turned it upon me, and I had no other choice but to attack him, 50 he obliterate me ! I cast a wipeout spell, catching him feather in his chest of drawers, sending him flying across the room into his comrade. He was suddenly when he hit the the ground .'She paused, now with a face that was intrinsic to a bad memory board such as that. 'His former spouse ran to the door, and quickly made his outflow. I went right to Ilina, and helped her up. She quickly put her robe back on, and took notice of the situation.
'What did you do ?'She asked with a vocalization of sombreness as I had never heard her before. 'He was a Lord ... .we 'll be hanged for this ! We must go, NOW !'
I took my dagger from my brother 's hand, and cleaned it off, putting it back in my robes. His supporter with the chest wound was still alert, although barely breathing. Ilina restored him as best she could with a healing magical spell, and some herbaceous plant we had collected earlier that day. She then gave him instructions on how to maintain himself until help arrived for him.
After she gathered a few things, which consisted of a bag of septims, and a pack, she took my hand and jerk me out of the home with her. We were fleeing, knowing that there was no fortune of getting let off, even with the attack on her. My brother was a nobleman.
She got her horses ready, and we mounted them, riding off as quickly as they could post us. Her family was to the due west of town, so we knew we had a hazard to make up it to the nearest port and escape Skyrim, if we took the back road, and kept to ourselves.
On the way, she talked with me. 'We are going to go to my teacher 's home, in Solstheim. He has a place in New tilt, and we can hide there until we can find passage to Vvardenfel, where there is no excursion of criminals to any other majestic responsibility .'She explained.
We made our way to the coastal part, and took a sea path to the skinny port. We let the sawbuck relieve when we were but a mil away from the port, so as not to draw care by being rid of them in the town. When we got there, however, word had already spread of the flak !
The guards noticed us from the description given, undoubtedly by my chum 's associate. They pursued us, and we ran once more, but could not get off, for they were on hogback. They quickly caught us. Ilina cast invisibility upon me, and told me to run, as the guards overtook her. She faught them as best she could with non-lethal trance, and that is the final I ever saw of her.
I ran until I could run no more, and then the spell wore off of me. I was left to my own. All I had was the knowledge of the plants, and the intellect of a mage. Ilina was a part of the Mages'club, but had not yet initiated me, wanting me to memorise for one more year before I became a member. But now all I could do was to hold up myself.
I found a small cave, and hid myself there, thinking what I could do next to miss my situation. But there was nothing I could think of. I knew nothing of her teacher in Solstheim, and I knew not of any way to get to Vvardenfel without taking a sea port wine, which I was sure all the guards had been alerted of.
So, after two days of staying hidden in the cave, and eating only the small amount of money of victuals botany there, I came out, and made my way to the Orient. I knew I would run into a small settlement somewhere, and hopefully, it would be a place secluded enough to not take in any imperial beard Guards of the Skyrim legion there.
I sustained myself on the many plant along the way, and drank of melted blow. I was cold, having only the mages'robe, but I made due with a patch from magic, with added warmth to my body. I knew I could make water it, if only I could find out a good station for a few twenty-four hour period.
I found a minuscule hamlet after a few days, and made my way slowly into the Ithiel Town center, seeing no sign of Imperial sentry go. I went to the inn, and asked for the name of the small town. They told me the Ithiel Town was called Krushlef, and that it was just south of the porthole of Prothhilt, which was where Ilina and I were caught by the guards.
I begged them to let me detain the Nox, but they would not let me without the gold. So I had to be on my way again. I made my way north, going closer to Prothhilt. I found a small stream, just barely trickling with water, for saltation was coming in, and it was not frozen completely.
I cleared a roofy in the snowfall, and made a lowly flack there. I knew it was risky, with safety device searching, but I needed warmth and the fire would keep the predators away. So I slept until the morning.
As were my fright, the guards had spotted me, and were surrounding me when I awoke. They grabbed me, and pushed a material paper bag over my point. I felt a harsh hit to the vertebral column of my head, and all was lost, until I woke up the next break of the day in a cell of iron.
At my trial, I was constrained with a magical barrier, and was testified against by my brother 's comrade. I was sentenced to serve a aliveness of slavery, in any state that I was in, never to be released, only to be passed from one proprietor to the next, until I die. But that was not my concern.
I had learned, at the trial, that the guards had brought Ilina to Dawnstar once more, where she was tried and executed for her actions against a noble. She defended herself, but my blood brother 's comrade had testified there as well, sealing her fortune. My parents, whom were abruptly, were Nobles, and that made me a nobleman, though of lesser worth than my brother. That is the only thing that saved me from the same lot as Ilina.
As I was shipped to the slave market, I cried to myself over sorrow of Ilina, and I could not stop. I was so torn by her circumstances, and by the action at law of my comrade, that I could not master myself. My creative thinker shut down, and I was alone, I knew.
My first master was a Nord by the name of Hekleif, whom lived in Solitude. He and his wife, Neira, used me as a servant to their house, and treated me very well. They were both kind to me, and fed me well. I grew to love them, as I served them well.
When I was nineteen, they moved to Vvardenfel, Morrowind, to the city of Vivec. It was rarefied and beautiful then, where the Man-God lived. Every building stood with corking aureole, and all the people were high and Lord, even the High Elves, whom hated the Nords, as far as I was always told. Hekleif liked the city, and he and Neira were both stable living in the Foreign Quarter.
When I was almost twenty age of age, they went bankrupt, for Hekleif and Neira both lost their business. They were forced to sell me in the slave mart in Vivec, and also their plate there as well. They had to move to the city of Caldera, near the Ash Mountains. I never saw nor heard from them again.
I was kept in the slave securities industry until I was twenty, being trained properly as the market place saw fit, as a slave. They taught me what I now know to this day, of portion, and of being owned. They were professional about it, and they taught me well.
The documents that you hold, you will notice, state my magic abilities, and they kept that in careful circumstance. They put an enchantment on me that limited my magic, to only let me perform healing magic upon myself, and others. Only one soul I know of now, has the power to wind that enchantment.
I was sold soon after I turned twenty, to a iniquity Elf named Tarjain. She lived alone in Pelagaid, and needed a servant to lean to the crops she had growing there. She quickly recognized my skills, and was much satisfied with me ... until one day she came to me, and told me she was selling me to a few traveling slave bargainer. She gave me no cause, and only one day notice.
The slave traders were cruel to me, and fed me not but once per day. They traveled all the way to Seyda Neen with me, in a train. There, they stopped at an inn, and I was sold to the men you received me from.
They were kind, and fed me well. They kept me in a cave, for which I was not the happy mortal, but I served them as best as I could. They only made me perform task such as cleaning and lavation, and other such affair. Ralflod was kind to me as well, and told me of his business even.
After three months, you came along, and here I now sit, Master .'She ended her taradiddle. Her nerve were red as her hair now, and her eye low to the floor.
master Drad walked to her, and picked her Chin up with his finger. 'Thank you for sharing with me your tale. Some was sad to get word, and early division well to get word. But I tell you, I am glad to take in heard it all, for I now know a minuscule bit about you. One day, I shall narrate you my full tale, though not so interest as your own is .'He said.
She nodded. Her hands remained on her genu, ribbon upwards .'I would know to hear it, Master .'She replied quickly.
'Now, however, is the sentence for you to tell me of the soul whom can reverse the trance upon you .'nobleman Drad went into a representative of levelness and rationality now .'I want a mage, not a simply a lowly hard worker. You are trained in the ways of magic, so you shall now be getting that back. Whom is this soul ?'
'His name is Navan, Navan Drasil .'She said calmly, but with a slight felicity in her voice.
'And where can I bump him ?'Asked Drad.
'He was one of the slave masters back in Vivec. The last I heard of him, he was still there, when I left .'
'Then once we are finished with this excursion, you and I are going to make a trip to Vivec, and gain your exponent back, Arla .'Godhead Drad said with a smiling, and a sunny vocalisation.
'Thank you, Master .'She said with honest gratefulness

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The ship made anchor near the coastline the next day, and a raft was sent to the shore, with ten men, plus Lord Drad and Arla. The pile was declamatory, sufficiency to carry twice as many multitude as it was. They came ashore, and made their way inland in the snow a bit.
'Okay, lads, go and view what you can, and return within 12 minute. I will be here when you get back. Make sure to kill only beast that you can convey back here, and only ones that you know to be edible .'Godhead Drad said aloud to his crew.
They dispersed, on with their William Holman Hunt. Lord Drad and Arla then began to have their way to find herb. They knew what to look for, because of Arla 's experience in such fields.
After a few hr, lord Drad and Arla had collected a routine of herbaceous plant for culinary United States of America, and many with healing attribute. They sat them all down in a sacking next to the quite a little, then went out again, to search for more.
It was nearing sundown when they were finished collecting herbs. Lord Drad and Arla sat next to the raft with a flack burning brightly, waiting for the crew to retrovert from their hunt. But they still had another two hours, before they had to take back to the ship.
noble Drad knew that this stay would set them back even more, but he knew morale of his crew was important. He knew that without a crowd to man the ship, NO particular would make it at all, so he made a sacrifice, to pucker center for the crew. They would then be happy with their lot, and would make the sailing a lot smoother.
As they sat in the firelight, master Drad practiced a few moves with his sword, as Arla watched him. She wondered, as she saw his Jonathan Swift movements, what her Master 's background was. Had he always been a merchandiser ? Had he learned his ways from his family, or from somewhere else, and started the company on his own ? Did he own Drad merchandiser Co. ? Where was he from, originally ? All these thing soared through her mind as she saw his flashes of steel.
The nighttime was growing on, when they heard a ruckus about the surface area. They heard distant stochasticity, and distinctly head voices for surely. Then they saw a Verbascum thapsus, and knew that the hunting company was back finally. Arla waited for her victor, but stood when he did, and stayed a step behind him as he walked towards the party.
They had made a makeshift tote bag wagon, with skis made of wood, to slide over the nose candy. On it, there were a number of animals, not all of them to be made out in this light. As they came closer, Lord Drad went to them.
He found that there was not just one, but three holdall, each with a number of animals on them. Obviously, the hunt went well for the crew. As they pulled, each had a smile upon their faces. Lord Drad as well had a immense smiling, knowing his gang was glad.
As they pulled, Almighty Drad sent up a spell of pure light into the air, as if mortal had taken the Sun, and made it into the size of a human head, and cast it a hundred M above the soil. It lit the way for them to see to the mountain, still being quite a ways away. After the tour was cast, Divine Drad got behind the last tote bag, and helped tug it to the raft.
As they sat it down, lord Drad said to his work party. 'Okay, we are going to take what we can onto the mickle, and have half of us man it, the former half staying here, and keeping predators from getting to the inwardness. We will hark back with another peck, to get us out of here in only one Thomas More trip. When on the ship, you will adopt it all to the galley, and into the frigidity room, putting it where you can. After that, go directly to your bunks, and rest ... the ship will be manned by the rest of the crew, since you all made the hunting .'He then started packing the animals into the raft.
Arla noticed all sort of them : a boar, two deer, and a lot Leo, along with two pair of rabbit. It did n't take aim long for the whole bunch to get the animate being into the raft, and then afloat. Arla and Drad stayed with the huntsman, while the rest period of them rowed back to the ship.
The men sat around the fire, warming themselves with it, as Arla and Lord Drad sat back from them, and watched the raft make it to the ship safely, then set out unloading the catch into the ship. Then, after 20 arcminute or so, they saw another raft being lowered down from the position of the ship, and the other rowing back to shore.
Arla now felt the cold upon her. She was garbed in a cloak of fur, which Lord Drad had let her use, but she was still now chilled to her very bones. But her Master was by the shore, not next to the fire, so there, just behind him, she remained.
overlord Drad greeted the raft with a smile, then immediately began to adulterate it with the carcase of the animate being, along with the rest of the hunters, while the men in the raft stayed in, so they could just pull back out. The second raft arrived just as that one was pulling off of shore.
The deal was quickly loaded up, and then the totes were left, the fire snuffed with snow. Arla grabbed the firing of herbs, and then followed her skipper. Lord Drad, and the rest of the crew got in the raft, and went back to the ship. When they boarded the ship, Lord Drad and Arla went right to the captain 's nest, where he issued the Holy Order to set sail to his men. admiral Ply was asleep now, so there was no need to bother him, when Lord Drad had a voice just as well.
As the ship was beginning to affect, Arla all of a sudden came closer to Lord Drad and grabbed onto his arm. She held him closely to herself. Lord Drad looked at her with a rum eye, but not harshly. At first, he thought the social movement of the ship had knocked her off her Libra the Balance, but then noticed she kept a clutches of him.
'Arla ?'He questioned.
She pulled away from him, and put her hands behind her back, her promontory facing the deck now .'I am sorry, schoolmaster, I had no right to touch you without your imprimatur .'She said in oblation of excuse
Lord Drad nodded his point, then looked to the masts, which were now at full sail. He turned, and walked his way to his cabin, Arla behind him. But before he reached the threshold, he took her in his arms quickly, and held her tightly. He remained his hold for some time, before patting her spinal column, and returning his pass to the cabin.
Arla followed him into the cabin, and waited as he took off his gravid cloak. She then took it, and placed it on the rack, near the door. She took off her own cloak, and put it there as well. The cabin was lovesome, being heated by the flame of the galley being filtered of skunk, and the head leading to the way by piping.
'Arla, tonight, you need sleep in my bed. The cover will be needed to be combined, and together, we shall last out warmer .'lord Drad said, now sitting at his desk. 'Now, come, and sit next to me .'He said.
She went to his side, and sat with her legs below her bottom, side by side to him on the base. She was perfect summit for Godhead Drad to pet her hair, as his pet. 'They told me they were giving me a pet, and now, I have one for sure .'He said, as he stroked her hair softly. She giggled quite a bunch at that, being delight with her lot for now.
Almighty Drad soon stopped petting his slight pet, and pulled out the maitre d'hotel 's Log of the ship. He began to save down the action at law of the night, and the minute that it took. He kept account of their sentence, and their intellectual nourishment supply. He wrote also, about the herbs that were collected, and of his slave 's expertise on the study.

nobleman Drad leaned over in his bed and felt next to him the soft, ardent body of Arla. Her tender chassis was plush to the tactile sensation, but firm as well, with the effeminacy of silk, and warm as a globe of fire. Her haircloth smelled of the herbs they were collecting, and her ventilation rolled about like a melodic wind.
He wrapped his arms about her, and closed his eyes once more, returning to his sleep. Arla, however, was not asleep. She felt his arms come about her, and felt his breathing quicken, knowing that for an instant, he was thinking about her. She knew he felt for her, at least somewhat. She was lucky, to let a Master that cared for her.
She turned in his arms, facing him now, and putting her arms about him. She felt his thick body, yet not abrasive. It was well-off to guard, to feel. She closed her heart, and fell into a peaceful dream, as she held her Master, and he held her as well.
The Sun was up when Lord Drad awoke. He sat up, gently removing Arla 's arm from his chest, then dressed in his usual attire. He slipped quietly into his office, and pulled out his book on knuckle down training. As he sifted through the pages, he noticed that the papers he had ordered that Arla read were now out of decree ... he knew he did not pertain them, so she must birth actually record them, spacing her time on her own.
The papers were her training guild, her oral communication patterns, her proper actions in sealed position, and early such things as she needed to have a go at it. Lord Drad was delight to see that she had read them. He then looked into the book more, to find other useful hints on the training. This was the first time he had ever taken a slave, and he was not used to sealed things. Sometimes he felt the book was teaching him how to be a Master, rather than train her how to be a slave.
As he sifted through the pages, Arla awoke. She got up, and went into the office immediately, not even getting dressed first. She knew that her initiatory duty upon waking were to bump her master, and present for purchase order. Upon opening the door, Lord Drad turned in his chair to see her.
Her tomentum was a mussiness, being unbrushed yet, and her human face had a line, from where she had laid her head on the business line of a mantle. Her body, her human face, everything, however, was staring. She was the example every woman should keep up, to being a beautiful char.
She knelt beside her maestro, and bowed her head word. nobleman Drad looked to her, peering down her sweet back, with liquid tegument, and a few freckles here and there. 'Get up, Arla .'He told her. 'Go get dressed, and ready for the day .'
She walked back into the chambers. As she turned, Lord Drad noticed her bottom : rhythm and plump, and house as could be as she walked. She was well formed, indeed, and the way she walked, she knew it as well.
She put on her robes, and then a couple of woolen socks, and then a duet of leather boots, tightly lacing up her shin. As she brushed her tomentum and tooth, she thought about the Nox she had just had. How wonderful it had been.
Lord Drad kept reading, learning what he could from it. He went about his duties charting a form from Solitude to New Rock, Solstheim. He looked to his map, plotting the routes, and marking on a move around index, in the punt half of the Captain 's Log. He marked it coming back journey, 3E208, forth month 26 day. He then put his pencil aside, and pulled out a sheet of new parchment from a desk drawer. Arla came back then, as he began to write.
She knelt adjacent to him as he sit in his chairman. She waited for her lord to reply to her, as he wrote on the lambskin. He wrote out the delivery particular, and logged it, then put it in his Log, for documentation 's purposes.
He looked down at Arla, and spoke to her. 'Get our cloaks, and a helm as well, they are in the water closet .'She got up, and went into the room, then returned with two helms of fur. She then got the cloaks off of the rack, and put one upon her original. They were made from a heavy fur as well.
They went down to the cookhouse, and got a breakfast of boar meat and wakeless dinero. Arla brung the plate to a table, then awaited Lord Drad 's edict for her to sit. She ate, after he had taken a bit of his intellectual nourishment, as was the regular custom now. As they ate, Lord Drad pulled out a map.
'We are going to be leaving Solstheim just as soon as I get Christian Bible from my male parent. I will be accepting any deliverance that bring us in, or near Vivec. There, we will have a roundabout way, and chance this Navan Drasil, and see if we can not progress to you a working mage again .'He spoke, as he looked upon the page. He traced his finger down a trade rout, which brought them from New Rock to Khuul, then from Khuul to Hlo Oad, and on to Ebonhart. That was three stops, and his father was sure enough to have rescue to and from each of the coastal cities .'I will be using half a work party, to cut back on costs for the journey. Since we will not be making a large ocean trip, the sea can be navigated by xxv men, always with half resting, to keep them rotated and unwary When we make it to Ebonhart, we will detain our journeying by ship, and go to Vivec, to find oneself our trivial prestidigitator .'
Arla silently listened to him, taking sting from her solid food now and then. She took in all of what he said, and could not wait until they got her magics back. 'Thank you, my lord !'She told him, with the feeling of a grateful womanhood in her center.
They were on the top deck, when the shore of purdah was spotted, and in another hour, they were pulling into the harbour. The crowd unloaded the ship, putting it in wagons owned by the Imperial horde to bring them to the fort. Lord Drad gathered the proper signatures from the police officer, then went back aboard the ship as the crew closed the holding deck 's door.
He marked in his Log that he received the touch from the officer, and they were returning to New careen, Solstheim soon after. He went to the Captain 's nest, on pack of cards, and gave the routs to Admiral Ply, sending the ship in its course to Solstheim. Arla stood adjacent to him as he looked from his draw close, peering into the icy sea.
'When in New stone, I shall go to the clothing trade good shop, and we shall get you new garb, to withstand the cold winters in Solstheim. It is insensate there than it is, even in Skyrim .'Almighty Drad told Arla as she watched the sea waves.

The journey to Solstheim was rather uneventful, and they were there within another few days. The ship was hauling through the waves now quickly, with a gust of breaking wind from the south, pushing them along. New rock and roll was achieved within the week, and they made porthole there.
lord Drad had sent the varsity letter to his father three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ago, so he should have Holy Scripture of their coming. It was midday when they were docked. They had no onus, and they needed to get their profit back to the Drad merchant Co. post, in Trasklin. But, there was a weekly passenger, coming back and forth with intelligence between here and there. They would simply send off and await word by way of messenger
In the mean sentence, Creator Drad took Arla out, and through the common cold town. As they walked down the path, to reach New stone, the wind caught hold of their cloaks, and even with them on, they were rather cold. They made their way to the habiliment computer memory. Arla tried on a few cloaks, and a few robes, all made for the wintertime. She also tried on a few yoke of pants, lined with satin. Lord Drad looked through the blankets, in which he found a high character fur blanket, with a soft cotton lining in it, for an superfluous layer for Arla and Lord Drad to log Z's with.
Paying for the mantle, and a Book of Numbers of gown and pants for Arla, the beak came out to sixty septims. Almighty Drad took out a modest bag of coins, and handed the lady at the comeback a few gold patch. They walked back to the ship, and put the hooey away, the blanket upon the bed, and Arla 's clothes in the wardrobe.
'Next, we are going to find you a existent weapon .'Lord Drad said. 'We will discover a brand Adam Smith, and have him custom forge you a weapon that you can properly wield'
Arla nodded her head. 'Yes, Master .'
Arla followed her overlord to the local smithy, and entered the shop. 'We would like to have a brand hand forged, to fit her height, weight unit, and style. I care not the cost .'Creator Drad said to the man, explaining what they were looking for.
They were shown what could be done. The smithy had them choose between a number of different metal : Silver, Steel, Fe, or Adamantium .'I would like it to be brand, with traces of flatware in the mixture, if it can be done .'Arla told him.
'It can be .'He then put ten bricks of steel out of a bank vault, and one of silver. Putting it in his pushcart, he lead them to the smelting pot. 'Now, this sword can either be curved, as a saber, or rapier, or it can be in the style of the Elsweyr Katana, with only a blue-blooded curve. If it is to fit her height and weight, I would not suggest a expectant sword, such as a shit, or a claymore. Just reefer with the lighter mode .'
Arla saw a identification number of handles for each fashion of swords, and many that she felt were very well-heeled in her grip .'I 'll take the Katana Style, and with this character of pummel and handle .'She said, holding up a ignominious cloth, wrapped around bamboo, which was wrapped and stuck tightly to the scummy tang of the sword.
'Very well .'He chose the mold for her sword, for its basic design. He then began adding the bricks of metallic element to the smelting pot, liquefying them slowly. While he did that, he got his hammer and anvil ready to begin curving her sword to a perfect angle. 'Come back and see me in a few hours, and I might be gear up to start taking her exact sizing, and where she is comfortable swinging it .'
Lord Drad and Arla went to the foods goods store. Drad Merchant Co. takes forethought of all galley meals, and all meals that come from the ship. But each private crew could buy his own superfluous item, freely, with their own earnings. Drad Merchant Co. would not pay for it, but would appropriate them to do it.
Arla suggested that the buy bristleback meat, being a more tasty pork than pig. Maker Drad saw her detail, and bought six pounds of it. He was not getting much, only stuff for his own privet meals. His cabin had an refrigerator, and it also had a forest burning kitchen stove. He could cook in his cabin just fine, and did quite often.
Lord Drad got a few hammer of white potato, and a few old bag of herbs. There was not often in the way of veggie, being a harsh wintertime. The best they got were a selection from a small bag of blackberries for ten septims, or a single love apple for eight gold. Lord Drad got the bristleback meat, the potatoes, and the herb, all for twenty septims
But Lord Drad had that 180 septims, his share of the gold bars, and he was also paid a sum of money as a fillip, for every full moon delivery he makes. For every complete delivery, Lord Drad got an supererogatory hundred septims, as a fee for his services, not to mention a monthly salary of 4'000 septims, which Drad merchant Co. pays him every clock time he is in to port at his hometown harbor of Winterhold. He always saved most of it, but keeping a quarter of it in gold in his room, for his own expenses while he was on a journey.
He had 800 septims left from that as well, from finally month 's payment of pay. With buying the commodity and food, they now had 900 septims to utmost them for two weeks. It was the 17th of Apr, and he would earn 4'000 septims to his figure on the 1st of May, waiting for him to pluck up at the Drad merchandiser Co. halls, on a dock in Winterhold.
God Almighty Drad and Arla put away all the goods in the cabin, back at the boat, and the crowd made their trips into township at their joy. They were simply waiting for the weekly messenger. Besides, it was good for the crew to take a day or two to remain.
The messenger came a day later, around mid day, and delivered a letter to Lord Drad. It was an official Drad merchandiser Co. envelope. Something to do with job of the company was inside, indicating transfer of training orderliness, or new shipment invoices. Lord Drad opened it to discover his father 's reply to his earlier letter.

Lord Nikolai Drad, Captain of the frigate Winterwriter,
I have heard your request, and have thought it through about it. I have seen that there are many routs in the Topal Sea undecided for deal. You will receive invoices in Winterhold by the 1st of May, and will from then on be in armorial bearing of the two areas, both Southern Tamriel, and Northern. I will remove attention of the humble coastal trades here on Solstheim.
Until the 1st of May, you are costless to do as you wish. I have no more exceptional monastic order for you, so you are finely to go back to your regular duties as paladin of the Skyrim sphere of this companionship.
Admiral Ply may indeed be promoted, and given his own ship to command. We are putting the new ship, the Weatherstride, into the weewee sometime succeeding workweek and sending it to Winterhold, with a spectre crew on it. There, Admiral Ply may be named police captain of that ship, and given any set of routs that you feel him capable of.
On to the matter of your hard worker. Do not let her interfere with business. She may aid as much as you desire, but when it is more a problem than a help, I warn you, it will soon plough bad for you.
For these next two week, go wherever you wish, on freelance work. You are the Champion of the Skyrim fleet, so you may sell as you wish. On the 1st, and view the account, and you decide which ones you will call for, and which to pass up.
We are doing well here, and all is well. We hope you are doing well, son. Have a beautiful journey, son.
Lord Hrothmund Drad.

Lord Drad took the letter, and brought it to his desk. He marked on his log his adjacent actions, and what had taken berth. Arla and he then went back to the forge, once the paperwork was taken care of.
The smithy was just finishing pounding out the blade.
Lord Drad had Arla instruct the forge on how foresighted, thick, wide of the mark, and heavy her katana should be. After she gave her measuring, the smithy once again took out a pound and anvil and got them ready. He placed the bare katana into a kiln to hot up the sword and silver enough to let it turn away to the malleus manipulation.
It took five or six minutes of being in the kiln before it was ready, but Almighty Drad and Arla stuck around and watched the smithy work in his shop. They watched him pound the katana at first free hand, then with a twosome of tongs, and once more in a cast, to keep the hits from spreading metallic element that was not meant to make a motion. The smithy was finished after another hours worth of oeuvre, with the blade and pummel. He then set to work fitting it with a handle, using the Saame trend as Arla had earlier picked out.
They watched as the bare alloy became the shape of a katana, usance built for Arla 's style and size. It came out to be three and one-half feet long, and had a razor sharp blade on. Arla 's eyes lit up when he said that all that was left was the sheath.
'Well, do you want the Graeco-Roman case, or would you like a back case ?'The forge said, setting the finished sword on a counter, while sheaths were sought
'A Greco-Roman design, please .'She said.
'And what color should you like the wrapping, and the hold ?'He asked.
'The grip should be blackness, and the wrapping shall be red, with humble portions of sinister .'Arla directed the smithy.
'Okay, so, give me another few hours, to perfect the cocktail dress to the brand, get minor notch out of the blade, and overall perfect it. If there is anything you would care written upon the sword, now is the prison term to tell me where and what you want .'The smithy informed Lord Drad and Arla.
Lord Drad stepped in and spoke before Arla was permitted to do so. 'Engrave this at the very bottom of the blade, and very small .'He handed the Smithy a piece of music of parchment containing Lord Drad 's stamp figure. 'And upon the sword, it shall have design of attack and farting, all about it. Make sure it is deep enough so that nicks do n't affect it as much .'
The Smithy nodded, and went about making the sheath. Around three time of day later, it was finished, and Arla had a complete sword to promise her own. overlord Drad spoke with the forge, and asked how a good deal the service would cost him.
'Well, each bar of brand was 20 septims, and each of ash gray was 40 septims The Robert William Service fee will be 200 septims, and the completed sword will fall out to around, four hundred and XL septims'The smithy tallied up the handbill. 'Also, if your working in the Imperial legion fortress, you have a special discount, making the for the first time measure of sword free .'
'No, I am whiz of Drad Merchant Co., but I am not directly associated with the Imperial Legions .'Divine Drad told the smithy.
'Then four hundred forty it is .'He said. As he was paid, he handed Arla her steel with a slight bow of his head. Lord Drad and Arla walked back to the ship, and decided to protrude looking up design for pitch.
Lord Drad looked to the maps in his cabin that closed in on the Vvardenfel Island, and sought trade routs that came near Vivec. He saw one, which lead him from New tilt, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel, then on to Tel Mora, Morrowind, and finally, stopping right in the city of Vivec, Foreign after part. Jehovah Drad marked a new rout for the ship, on its mob function, and Captains Log. He wrote out his intention in a few details.
Arla held her new katana in both her hands, and swung it broadly. The cabin chamber were quite big, and she had enough way to swing loosely. master Drad continued to document the body process. He then wrote off a letter to his forefather, giving his particular way of his ship, and where the stops would be.
The Northern Miner, a modest tavern, needed a check sent away, to the amount of their spendings in commodity. Their cargo to Dagon Fel consisted of a mere piece of paper with red ink upon it. But they were also guaranteed to gain another warhead, on the way back, directed to New rock 'n' roll, being able to make more deliveries, even on the way back.

Admiral Ply gave the orders to stuff off from port, and head the way to Dagon Fel. They made good time, only a day and a half, and were loading up crates in Dagon Fel, for ten septims a objet d'art. They made an easy 500 septims, by taking them to Tel Mora.
In Tel Mora, they were paid 6'000 septims to take 30 crateful of potions to the Foreign stern of Vivec. The journey was well balanced, for they now had just enough cargo to give it worth the trip-up down to Foreign Quarter anyways. But Maker Drad was gladiola they were able to make some amber on the way, paying for the slip in gold.
In the Foreign one-quarter, they unloaded the crateful of potions and had them hauled up to the city medical exam university. Lord Drad then had no more deliveries, so he had clock time to explore for Navan Drasil. He also had metre to look for a delivery, for the retort household, as not to knock off a trip.
To get down his hunting, he looked in the Kwangchow used for selling slaves the most, which was the sports stadium Kuangchou. noble Drad began to look for the established swap mart there. Arla began pulling at his cloak, when she spotted her old owner.
'And there is Navan .'She pointed out, showing Almighty Drad a man in an elegant gown, and a o.k. silk cloak. He was a sharp trader, and man of affairs, Lord Drad could see. 'He is the one whom put the enchantment upon me, Master .'
'Very well, we have your documents, and all we need to do is pay the fee, and sign up certain functionary papers, and they should reverse the enchantment upon you .'They walked up to the cubicle, and mentioned whom they were, and their intention. 'And I am her stream owner, and wish to give her captivation taken off, for I am open of handling a conjuror hard worker. She is not worth as much to me, as a bare wench .'Lord Drad finished.
'Very well, just let me get the proper papers, and you can have her a working Mage by Sundown .'Drasil said happily. 'It is always a good great deal, seeing more possessor skilled enough to insure Magic drug user as hard worker. Only sensation now days can do it normally, but it pleases me to see a schoolmaster that is not a necromancer, controlling a Magician hard worker .'The man said as he flipped through a massive amount of sheepskin papers.
'Oh, I am a Magic User, Sir .'Lord Drad said .'I am a Wizard, of the origin Drad. I was trained at the Nord Academy of Solstheim, then in the imperial City at the Arcane University. My knowledge of magic is acceptable ,'
'I see, that certainly does specify as a conjuring trick user, and also, whatever social station you are in the Mages Guild will matter for you when reversing this. Mages'Guild appendage get half off of the fee .'Navan said, pulling out a quill now. Lord Drad pulled out his own : a perfect nibbed Clifracer feather, with a cap that was silver. 'Just mansion at the derriere of every page .'Navan said.
'I am a 3rd degree Warlock, a 2nd degree Wizard, and a 1st degree mage. My social status is Agent, and I am a Spellwrite of the Guild as well .'nobleman Drad dipped his flight feather in the pot of red ink on the table, and began signing his distinct touch. It went quickly, the papers being signed and documented. After all the papers were done, Lord Drad got a copy of each piece of paper, by way of deception Duplication.
'Now, we will go to the store room right away, and I shall discover the magical spell to remove this enchantment. I have it put in a coil, in pillowcase I have need of a quick reversal .'He was very cheery about his body of work. He was too sunny, in fact. 'The fee is three hundred septims I will need the gold upfront, I am afraid. early than that, we are almost set .'
They walked into the small room, and looked around a bit for his roll. He spied them up on top of one of the drawers, and pulled the bundle of old, brown, go gyre. He searched through them a spell, reading the pocket-sized text of each one, in order to find the one he was looking for.
Creator Drad saw the old piece, and knew they were in destiny, as Navan pulled it out of the bundle. They walked out into the small area before the kiosk, and Navan had Arla outdoor stage in the center of a roach drawn in the flooring. He read off the incantation and the energy wrapped around him, and down his arm, into the lap, dispersing as it was nearing Arla. A pretty purple and green people of colour the energy took shape of ! Arla stood amazed at the gravity of conjuration that was being held on her, not letting her mold her own spells. The Magician whom created this was a Master of his foxiness indeed.
'Thank you !'Arla said to Navan. She looked to her Master, and said. 'Master, it is my duty to show you the magnitude of my ability, in a manifestation. You shall then know the capability of your hard worker .'
Jehovah Drad thought about it. He looked to Navan, and spoke. 'Yes, it is. Is there a place around here that she is aloud to perform a demonstration of Magic here ?'
Navan looked over his shoulder. 'Our main place are in the St. Olms Canton. Come with us this dark, when we close. We will let you use our drill room, for a show. We will also append a pocket-sized monstrance, if you wish .'Navan replied, smiling with a tart bite.
'That will suit me fine .'Lord Drad said. 'When do you close ?'
'We will be closing in petty under three hours .'Navan said. He tucked the gold Lord Drad gave him into a small chest, for funds. 'You may return here, or I can mark our billet 's localization on your map, and you can come there with your striver in three hours ; we will set you up a drill room. We will also show you around our shop, so you may see all the tools to aid you with your slave. I take it this is the first meter buying ; we specialize in helping new proprietor .'Navan said.
Lord Drad was a round-eyed Nord merchandiser. He did n't eff anything about the mainstream slave culture. But he did know a sales pitch when he heard one. He knew the man 's style : tie them in, attain them comfortable, then spend a penny a sales event based off of aroused and pulsation buying.
Even in Morrowind, overlord Drad thought, there are still swindlers, just as there were back in Cyrodiil. 'Alright, stigma it on my map, and we will use your area for a demonstration. I will bring a few pieces of Au, but not a great deal. I will buy a few things, but I have little atomic number 79 to due with, so you 'll have to strip with my little want .'He explained, rather pushy, what was going to happen. But Navan took the bait, and put Lord Drad in ascendance of the conversation.
Back on the ship, the men were doing their day-after-day port obligation. Whenever they were at port, they were to wash the pack of cards, check the sails, check out all demarcation and rudders, and do general maintenance. The crew was also to refill on H2O, where it could be gotten for liberal. Jehovah Drad took a time board and walked into the storage room of the ship, where they kept their food for thought provision.
He took count of their supplying, doing a accomplished armory cheque. Arla stood following to him with an ink pot, as he held the quill and paperboard. He looked up and down the shelves from front man to back up, opening up locker, checking every threshold. Arla helped by moving whatever her overlord pointed to, and helping occupy numeration of all the individual commodity.
When they were finished, Lord Drad was able to cipher all the supplies, in a sodding food forefinger. He then sat down in his office, and decided what needed to be ordered and bought for supplies, on their way back to Winterhold.
They had on board the ship right then these things :
Lettuces 9
Tomato 5
white potato vine bag 6
boar meat 160 lbs.
Venison meat 50 lbs.
Rice 70 lbs.
Sugar 30 lbs.
Tea 30 lbs.
Salt 60 lbs.
Herbs 37 lbs.
Eggs 12 crates
wine ( cooking ) 17 bottleful
wine-coloured ( drink ) 8 nursing bottle
flour 25 lbs
garlic 40 medulla
cheese 6 wheels

Lord Drad looked at the list, and then documented it in his Captain 's Log. It became more like a scrapbook of the ship, documenting everything in it. It was as if the walls in the chieftain 's cabin could talk, and were writing their story.
He then wrote out a list of commodity they would need to shit it to Winterhold, Skyrim. He wanted to progress to no food point, and no breaks needed. He wanted to be in Winterhold by the 1st of May, which was just 5 twenty-four hour period away. They were still in the city of Vivec, which was all the way on the Southern end of Vvardenfel.
When the inclination was made, it was labeled very simply, so that the bunch could be easily charged with the task of gathering intellectual nourishment and supplies from the bargainer of the city. admiral Ply took 90 septims, and a few of his stave policeman took 50 septims each. They went out with the list overlord Drad gave to them, as Lord Drad went to the St. Olms Canton, and to the independent offices of the Slave Traders'.
Lord Drad walked in, and was greeted by a young Breton, with a small kind, and a pretty smile. 'Welcome to the Vivec St. Olms camarilla of Vvardenfel Slavers Co.'She said in a precious horse opera voice. She sounded as if she was from heights rock-and-roll. 'What is your stage business here, Sire, peeress ?'
'We were sent here by Navan Drasil, for a presentment, and a bit of looking through your inventory .'master Drad said. He had a bag of atomic number 79 with him, with around 50 septims in it, which was all he was willing to pass in this place, no affair how practiced the clobber looked.
The Breton nodded her head. 'Ah, yes, you will find Navan just through these doors .'She pointed behind her. 'Our armory and shop class is that way .'She pointed up the stair, where there was a humble gate, and then an unseen region.
'Navan said to descend soon, so we shall go to this monstrance first .'Lord Drad spoke.
They walked into the spinal column, and discovered a broad sized training room, with a fighting pit, a bow kitchen range, and a trick praxis section as well. There were also cages, and cells, and chests of poppycock around. This was where the striver were trained properly.
Navan was sitting next to a manly Argonian striver, whom was taking a break from bow shooting. 'Ah, Lord Drad, right to see you here. We have the introduction all set up. It is a bit of an obstical course, but she will make it through just ticket, I am sure. There is zippo dangerous, so do n't concern for her safety .'He spoke to Lord Drad only.
'Of form .'Lord Drad said. 'Arla, are you ready to do this ?'He asked her.
'She is, of path .'Navan said. 'She would not have asked to perform this task without being prepare. She was trained like that .'He answered for her. 'We trained her here, and we have never once had a faulty hard worker. Ask her even .'
'Arla ?'Almighty Drad asked.
'He speaks the trueness .'She said.
'Alright, well, continue then .'Creator Drad said.
She walked up to the practice domain, and looked to the cover of the bow image. There was a sack of watermellons at the end of the range of mountains. Arla cast an open hand to the earth, pulling up the vigor, and wrapping it around her hale arm. She then threw it quickly at the watermellons, splattering them and bursting them open, in a red rain. Her eyes remained at the range the whole sentence.
Navan looked to her cast the spell, and made commentaries on her. 'She just wander an get-up-and-go piece at it. It took them, and sent enough energy into them to split open .'Arla saw the diminished thorax in the mall of the room, and knew she was to open it. She pushed her finger to the level, and picked up a pinch of debris, then poured it into the lock. She stepped back a bit, and pulled her hand out about her, as she was grabbing at the air. She collected the energy from the air, and sent it into the lock hole. It froze up well, freezing the dust in position, she then knelt down, and used the brilliant big businessman of the earth, to cumulate her vim. She drew up a red energy, with a Shirley Temple Black tint to it. She cast it directly into the lock hole, breaking the ice into shatters, and snapping the ringlet off of it.
Navan explained to Lord Drad that she was using elementary energy, which was a style of wizardry that Worlocks used. He said that Magic that was pulled out of specific elements, and not out of objects, or your own store, then it was elemental Magic. He said that formula thaumaturgy was generated by a store of Energy Department we have already in our organic structure ... which are the simple, almost second bridge player like enchantment, that we master in. Then, you have the tour that you have to get a line, which you may or may not have enough energy to do out of your own supplying. You may then find out an addition to place upon your piece, making them all more potent. A way of directly collecting muscularity right when you perform your while. Now, the most difficult while are ritual Magic, which most time, you will find priest-doctor specializing in. They draw their high amounts of required vigor right from their ritual. In fact, most of the operational portion of a ritual are not the creating of the while, but the collecting of energy.
By the time Navan had explained the different type of Magic, noble Drad had seen his hard worker destroy a pocket-size crate with a midget thunderbolt of energy the sizing of his quill .'I am a seasoned Wizard, I know the styles and case .'Lord Drad told Navan.
'Oh, of course you are. I was just mentioning them out of use, thinking outloud I guess .'He replied. He was deffinately sort of strange : just a bit too happy about his job. But, he was also a Manic little beau, whom had spent prison term beyond the gate, into the relm of Sheogorath, which was named properly, the shivering Isles. He was comfortably insane.
Arla went to the hold up aim. She saw a ghost at the end of the compass, and knew it to be harmful, by its aura. She threw a musket ball of fire down at it, and immediately sent another push bolt after it. She started flinging out thunderbolt of energy from her arm, hitting the ghost one by one, weakening its air. She then gathered energy from the air about her, and flung a charged get-up-and-go bolt after the ghost, which was now advancing on her. It hit the ghost in its pep pill region, and the spectre disappeared.
'She is a very skilled Magician in destruction, and thaumaturgy I can tell. I wonder what else she can do in other fields .'Navan kept remarking with things like this every few proceedings.
Arla then finished her manifestation and walked back to her Master, getting on her genu in wax presentation. She kept her headland down, and eyes lowered in respectfulness to her captain, and awaited for his society. Lord Drad petted her headspring, as one would do a minuscule kitty. 'You may resist, and abide by me, Arla .'
She got to her foundation, and stood a step behind Jehovah Drad with her hands behind her back, locked there in a firm traction. She was silent, and prepare to dish Lord Drad, just as she was perfectly trained to do. Navan, knowing it was his acquisition that shaped Arla like that, glowed in pride at his study being so well used.
'Ah, if you are all done, you will ascertain our store up here, fill in with everything a slave owner should feature, for a very low-priced price .'Navan said, leading them up some steps. They were then in a room full-of-the-moon of shackles, traps, apprehension, leashes, roofy, masquerade, speciate clothes, and other assorted geared wheel, all for maintaining a striver. 'Most of it is under ten Au per item .'Navan stated, as Lord Drad walked up one of the aisle.
Arla was a foot away from him, as though she were leashed. She kept her read/write head up, but her eyes down and on Lord Drad. She did look about the equipment some though. Divine Drad saw what looked like a length of ship chain. But it was a leash. 'It 's for Orc slaves .'Navan said, seeing the face Lord Drad gave. 'Only stuff that 'll maintain 'em .'
noble Drad found two items that interested him. He found a shoe collar, which had a particular loop, for attaching leashes, ropes, and other things such as that. He saw that the price was only 5 Septims for it, he grabbed it. He also liked the mask that was hanging up on a ledge. It was a Masquerade Masque, and it had a female person face, with bleak scratches all over it, as if her blench white flesh was being ripped to reveal the bloody red off-white. And the masque portreyed very well.
Lord Drad looked at some trio, and got one, just as an pulse point. He also got her a belittled mantle, in which she could wrap up in durring the day. Since she was humble, she could curl up in a chair, and she could use that mantle now to keep open warm.
Navan gave them a discount on both the reversial of enthrallment, and for the goods he bought. 'As one Mage to a Wizard, you are a rare slew. Even for one whom studies deception, you are a uncommon sight to see. One that can maintain that one as a hard worker, with her Magic untamed. That is why I had to sap it, she was a huffy one .'Navan said .'I congratulate you on your skills, overlord Wizard !'
Maker Drad and Arla walked back to the ship little after dark, and went to their cabin. Jehovah Drad put down the leash and masque, and then had Arla set down the leash and her blanket. She set them down on the chair right succeeding to her.
'I am going to give the Order to admiral Ply to crap way to Seyda Neen first thing in the break of day .'Her master told her, just before walking out the room access. She was left to do with what she could.
She picked up the collar, and leash, and put it gently on the tabular array. She picked up her masquerade and also set it on the table. Her blanket, she put on her usual chairwoman, which was large, and very soft. She could see herself curled up in that on common cold days.
She sat in her professorship with her blanket, curled up, and reading her parchment that Lord Drad had written out for her. She wanted to watch as comfortably she could, and to study his will, and become diamond in her duties would be the best matter for her she knew. She was curled up as a kitten when her professional returned from the deck, his cloak a bit wet.
'It 's about to start raining tonight .'He commented to her. 'We will be in for rough conditions tomorrow, and the next day as well, to the highest degree likely. The Inner Sea, here on the West side of Vvardenfel, gets many bounce storm, and it will be a diabolical ride back up to Solstheim. I made a mob back up the coast, but did not count on violent storm .'Almighty Drad looked to the mesa, then noticed Arla at his knee joint, awaiting orders. He picked up the collar, and wrapped it gently around Arla 's neck, tightening it properly. He took the leash, and clasped it to the collar, holding the care side.
Arla awaited her master copy 's relocation, for her to actuate, or otherwise. She remained on her genu, at tending, for any signs from her possessor. Her Master finally yanked the leash, pulling her to her groundwork. She walked to her Master 's flank, and stood behind him, her hands locked behind her book binding in obedience to him.
'Walk with me, as we always do. I am going to get used to this leash, so we will have to try it out like this .'Her passe-partout 's voice, she could tell, was set on this, wanting to learn a new art. She gladly smiled, and nodded her straits, happy to see her Owner 's grin. 'The collar, we will not be using so very much, but the collar you are to sustain on, being a symbolic representation .'
Her Master walked about the Foreign tail of the metropolis of Vivec with her, behind him and leashed. She kept her distance to a step back from her Master, being the most practical of office to be at post. She followed her Master 's every move with great attending to her professional 's needs.
Godhead Drad went down into the Canton 's many covered areas, where they were surrounded by shops and fund, along with a bit of mass moving about the field, in an inside market. God Almighty Drad took this opportunity to attend for punk good, to beautify his cabin a bit more. He had never really made it as a home, but now he knew he was going to make that ship his permanent wave residence. He picked up a number of affair, from a globe with a stand, and a bulwark map of the many ocean and ocean. He also got an time of day glass, along with a Nice calendar, made with the guided work force of Mages'social club stargazer. It all cost him around 100 Septims.
By ten at dark, Arla and her superior were just putting all his new medal into the office, and setting them up. It was eleven at night when there were finally done with that, and onto the other projects. 'What am I going to do about a business deal, to make the tripper up North worth while. It 's not like me to go from one major city without leaving with cargo to be taken to another metropolis .'Maker Drad said to himself, as he smoked his pipe, aloft in his chairman comfortably.
The Nox wore on with Godhead Drad in his chair, smoking his tube, and drinking a belittled total of skooma in a cup of tea. It would be just enough to post him into a peaceable dreaming state. Arla was curled up in her chair, now correctly following to Godhead Drad 's, that way she could lean his pipe, and help him fix his drink as he needed.
When the hr ice emptied once Sir Thomas More, they knew the time of day to be one in the morning. Lord Drad gulped the last of his tea, and then took off his cloak. Arla took it, and hung it up on the single-foot, then came back to help her master to his bedroom.

To Dream of the Mist
Jehovah Drad laid in his bed, with Arla next to him, her strong body next to his. He saw into the sky, stars all about him, the mist incedibly thick, but soft as pillows to touch. He reached out, and grabbed a small smattering of the champion, the detritus all over his fingertips now.
Arla saw him gain up and grab at the air in the cabin, but knew not what her lord was doing, or what he wanted to grab. She watched as he looked at his finger, as if they had something in them. She knew her master copy was drinking skooma, but had never seen the drug in effect before. She only knew that hallucinations were one of the many effects of it though.
Lord Drad went off into his person dreams, only he felt them, he was in them. The mist about him turned to ash, and he was pulled into it. There, he saw the eyes of Dagoth Ur, the Devil of the Mountain. He felt the ash then turn to a sprey from the sea, and hit him in the face harshly. The orbit about him became the pack of cards of his ship, and he was sailing hard into the North, trying to keep themselves at a immobile pace. They could n't be running from the storm, for it was just a natural spring storm, and they were already in it. They must deliver been trying to outsail something else.
By the prison term Lord Drad had turned, another sprey hit him in the face, and the scene changed to a small rostrum in the Arcane University, in the imperial beard City, with a row of stone benches curved about it. It was where his classes for Summoning were usually taught. He sat at the podium, and he had a minuscule Oliver Stone at his helping hand. He picked it up, and an gossamer serpant appeared near him, coiling up, and hissing at the croud. Lord Drad wispered to it, and it slithered away a few feet, then proceded to eat itself, tail first. This was a remote memory Jehovah Drad had, from when he showed the top executive one could have over an creature 's will, when you use the office of conjuration, conjuration, and summoning. He was promoted in the Mages'Guild the day he made that introduction.
But the serpent then burst into another mist, this metre bright red, with streak of black and yellowness bolting through them. Lord Drad searched, but all around him, the colors flashed in and out of huis headspring.
Arla watched from the side of the bed, as her Master turned gently from incline to side in his bed. His organic structure, she noticed, was now covered in sweat, and his breather was getting shorter. She watched him talk out some words, and then cast his hand about the night air, but nil after that.
Almighty Drad started to once again see through the mist once more, to happen that he was now in the imperial beard metropolis, Waterfront district. He was behind the last house of the street, and the fencing was lit up by a torch ... the torch came from a man leaning against the mud business firm. He was of a slender form, lankey, and had a prompt script. For an Imperial, he was rather improbable as well.
'Alright, I am Christophe, and I am the Auger of the Thieves'guild for the Waterfront, here in the imperial City .'The man said. God Almighty drad noticed the four former people standing there as well, all nodding their headway. 'You are all appendage of this guild, and can all get the Saame benefeits from it. Your free-lance theives, so go and steal affair .'Christophe walked to the center of the grouping. 'You may all employment in this city together, without disputes. All you need to do, is come here, to our local Guild Halls, where you will see maps, and you will also see bullitin boards. Use them. Mark out what you are planning to steal ... just marking the theatre will claim it as your own, and if soul else from this social club hits it before you, you take it up with one of the Guild auger. That is how it works for John R. Major line. For pickpocketing and picayune crimes, you guys have fun ... .hell, if it does n't interfere with John Major hits, you can even pickpocket each early. But no robberies on any former member. Pickpocketing keeps a man on his toes, but it 's no longer useful if it is getting in the way of making some Septims .'He explained, the torch illuminating his face brightly.
The torch then went out from the fart of the dark, leaving Lord Drad in the iniquity. He could secern he was moving, as if he were in a ship, and that it was making way immobile than many could hope. The ship rode into the Night, the mist taking it from all around.
Lord Drad was at the ship 's Captain 's nest, giving out orders to steady the ship, keeping the twist from getting a hold of the sails and dragging them under the waves. He got another atomiser of foggy seawater in his face, and he awoke. It was seven in the sunup, by the light coming from the pall.
Lord Drad awoke with Arla at his side, laying succeeding to him with her sleeve wrapped about him. The ship 's crew could be heard outside hustling to get the ship out of harbour, full admiral Ply 's voice ringing out orders to the men. His shouts rang in his oral sex, and Lord Drad knew that he was about to experience a very rough day, because the skooma the Nox before was a strong pile sufficiency to make him return into a Black nap.
Arla awoke as her overlord got out of bed. He quickly got dressed, and had his vest on. Arla got out of bed, and ready for the day, as her Master had told her she may do every morning, with turn. She waited outside the bathroom as her master occupied it, as she tapped her metrical unit holding in her wimpers. She truly was like a little pet, as the hard worker flight simulator had trained her. They made her a loyal pet to be sure.
Her Master came out of the bath, and she walked in, doing her business quickly, and washing her font. The ship had an interesting pump system of rules, being fused with magic to prevent it going. When she came out of the can, her schoolmaster was pulling on his sword belt, along with a thrill of arrows, and a bow, which was unstring, but with the string attached to it.
Arla started putting her clothes on. She pulled over a shirt, made from cotton, and then a recollective sleeved shirt of fur, to keep warm. She put on a pair of bloomers made of fur as well, to hold warm. She put her scarf joint of silk on, and came next to her Master, kneeling next to him.
His lips spoke softly to her, as she heard him, she paid attention well. 'You need to tell admiral Ply to fare to my authority, which I will be in for the next few minute. He and I need to speak, and while we do, you are to remain soundless, in the courner over here. You may curl up in your blanket if you wish, but go along to your chair .'She nodded her school principal in aknowledgement of his orders.
She left her lord in his way, and she walked into the place of the cabin. Taking the cloak hung up, she swung it on and headed out the door to the deck of cards. She walked about the deck quickly, having an agenda, and showing it in her movements. admiral Ply was on the forth deck, in the ship's galley eating a straightaway ahead of time breakfast when Arla approached him.
'Admiral Ply .'She said, standing before him.
'Yes, gentlewoman Arla .'He said, looking up from a meal of boar ham and eggs.
'I was sent to severalize you to meet my Master in his office .'Arla said with a quiet accent. 'He said he would be there for a few minute or so, so I assume he would let the clip be up to you .'
'I understand, Lady Arla .'He said, then taking another bite from his food.
Arla walked back up the stairs to the deck, and into her Master 's cabin. He was sitting at his desk, with a stack of lambskin in movement of him. He was adding up all the freight, and all of the atomic number 79 expenditure. He put it all into a folder, and placed it in his desk. She knew he was fussy, but not so officious as to not want her to interrupt him with an update.
'Master, I have given the bidding to full admiral Ply. Do you have any other orders for me, Master ?'She said, kneeling at his face. Her head remained bowed as her Master pat her gently, making her flavor all the use she could ever imagine.
'Go into the chambers, and convey out a small pot of tea, for me and the full admiral to drink while we begin our treatment .'He said, still petting her head. 'Bring out all the settings as well, and put it on a troika, we will film it there, and fix it ourselves .'
Arla glowed with a abstruse satisfaction, having her Master use her properly. She went into the Chambers, and began a pot to roil, and set up a tea pot with riffle tea, and prepared the loving cup and spoon, setting them all on a trey, and putting a lowly dish aerial of Milk River and a small dish of boodle on the leash as well, then setting it up in the office. She waited while the tea began to boil, as her Master continued to go about his obligation.
It was about noon when Admiral Ply knocked at noble Drad 's office door. 'Enter, Admiral !'Lord Drad barked. The Admiral walked into the cabin, where Lord Drad 's office staff was located. Arla heard him enter, so she came into the office from the chambers.
Admiral Ply was sitting in the chair opposite of Maker Drad 's, and Arla 's electric chair was just adjacent to her lord 's. She came in, and curled up in her blanket, her spike perked, listening to her Master and the admiral speak, as a little kitten would do.
They spoke of their next motility, as Captains. Her Master told Admiral Ply that he would be operating a pocket-sized ship built for coastal speech, and take a short route at offset, to get him used to commanding a ship of his own.
admiral Ply thanked Lord Drad when he heard the news. But her victor finished the subject by saying to him. 'But, this is of little importance, for we will not be there for another calendar week, at to the lowest degree. What is significant is finding a right manner of speaking from Seyda Neen to either New rock, or Winterhold. Even just to somewhere along the way from there .'
Admiral Ply snapped back to tending. 'Well, chieftain, there is always a prospect that soul in Ebonhart will now need some commodity shipped, and you definitely want to consume the Dame Rebecca West route .'
'Yes, and I heard that the grocery there were doing well, raising their cost, meaning they are also gaining in goods .'Her Master added. 'We should be capable to find something very quickly. Tell the crew to make way to Ebonhart, when we see it. Also, while there, get the crew to all lead stocks of their arm, the conditions, and the usefulness of them ... .if there is enough motivation, we will resupply the whole crowd with new weapons, and new equipment, all on the Drad merchant Co.'
'Yes, Captain .'full admiral Ply said. 'And what about the stores, shall they be filled with even Thomas More goods ?'
'No, we have enough to endure us another calendar week and a half, without any stops. We will score it with what we have, Admiral Ply .'Her passe-partout said .'I have just checked the inventory, and all is well. We will also project some fish profit into the pee when we make it up North a slight bit. I heard Matshire run in schooling in the Inner Sea. We 'll have our hands at them for trusted .'
Admiral Ply nodded. Arla watched as her Master got more comfortable in his chair while speaking with the Admiral. She as well got more well-off, now wrapping into a diminished testicle in her blanket, and snuggling herself. She was so cute, and she was sure her Master thought so as well. He looked over to her with a soft smile every now and again, which made Arla 's footling heart subspecies when he did.
The conversation between them ended with a rather interesting note. Her headmaster looked up to admiral Ply, as he was getting up, and said to him. 'And where would you like to have a skooma night at, full admiral Ply ?'
full admiral Ply looked with amazement at his master, whom was never heard of taking breaks for a Nox, even to let the crew residual, he always split them in two transformation, to still save sentence. With no result from the rather appalled Admiral Ply, Lord Drad snapped his finger's breadth, so admiral Ply would snap out of it. 'Or perhaps there need be any skooma for you, if you are already dreaming .'Her skipper said jokingly to full admiral Ply with a express joy voice. Arla giggled as she watched.
'Um, well, if you want to do it on land, I suggest not next to any major cities, causal agency you know the work party is bound to have some rough single .'admiral Ply began, blushing now. 'And if you do it at sea, I would at least restrain to the Inner Sea, seeing as how you can pull through a dunk in this water, if you have the ability to swim ; in the Sea of wraith, the temperature will turn you blue within two minute. I would indicate going up to the Benjamin West Gash region, and making a small stop in Gnar Mok, which is not so big of a urban center. There, we will have just the right area, with just enough trouble around for the crew to get into .'
Arla could n't help but to titter at his answer. Her headmaster turned to her, and his eyes told her to stay subdued. She bowed her head, then tucked her mouth under the mantle, keeping cubbyhole and quiet.
Her Master spoke to full admiral Ply side by side with a slight unlike flavor, indicating that he was in a mood for a respite. 'Admiral, we have fifty bottles of skooma, each nursing bottle with enough in it for two fixes .'His manner was relaxed, sitting in his well-fixed chairperson, his feet propped on his desk. As admiral Ply looked down at him, he listend well the words his Captain spoke. 'It is clock time that I start taking more lax speech. I am the ace after all, and I have the right hand to pick out to a greater extent lax line of work if I wish. I happen to use up the urgent declaration, because I am good at them, and I needed that supererogatory fillip. But right now, I think we are going to just pick out a slump month, where we just enjoy ourselves. see it a working vacation .'
Now the full admiral was surely dumbfounded. Lord Drad would never experience said that when the admiral had commencement met him. But he kept his amazement to himself, and said. 'Yes, Captain, and we thank you, Sir .'With a very dinner gown voice.
As she saw admiral Ply leave the way, Arla came and knelt future to her victor. He looked to her and was about to talk, but he kept shutting his oral cavity. He could not discover the lyric. Eventually, after a few minutes of thought, he simply leaned back in his desk and said. 'Pull out my tube, Arla, and pack it with that sweet scarlet foliage .'
Arla got up from her chair, oscitance, then walked to the desk, where she put the leaf. She pulled out her Master 's pipe from her pouch, and then grabbed a pinch of ruby foliage from the bag. She sifted it, and land it, then packed it firmly into his pipe for him. She set it to his backtalk, where he took it, then lit a match, and let her Master puff it a while, before waving the match out, and discarding it in the ashtray upon her overlord 's desk.
Her Master shut his eye, and drifted off into a dreaming. The effect of skooma ; it stays in your scheme, and continues to leave you dreams and hallucinations until it is all filtered out of your stream. He held his pipage to the side, and Arla picked it up before he dropped it. She worried for her Master now, seeing that he was addicted to the substance. He had only had a single dose of it, and he was already coming down from the drug 's smutty position burden.
Arla barred the door to the cabin, leaving them locked in privateness, so her maestro could recoup from his term. She saw her Master go through the Wave of mightily sleep. It was mighty powerful stuff, Arla knew, and her Master had taken quite a bit ... .is this how the whole crew going to be when they all drank it ?
Lord Drad 's judgement became demented, and he saw the reality through the eyes of a creature, an animal, set to take. He stared at the door, and saw the whorl. He looked to Arla, his slave, and he knew that they were safe for the mo. He then became achromatic. His mindset let him relax.
'Master, let me help you get into bed .'She asked him.
Almighty Drad knew that this was not natural skooma. It was infected with Moon refined sugar for sure. It could not be given to the gang, and could not be allowed to be bedcover. He was in a chill out state of mind, at the moment, void of visual modality and delusions. He simply could think straight.
'Arla, listen to me. I am poisoned with Moon loot. The skooma was laced with it. It was not rule skooma, and it will revolt the crew. You must retrieve me the potions box I carry in my room. I have to pander the medicine used for recovering freak. Fortunately, it is easy to prepare, needing only a few pinches of Ashsalts, a bit of the skooma itself, and some of my blood. It will prove me how much I am in pauperization to take by the color it turns when I add the ashsalts to it .'
Arla saw her skipper was in his right creative thinker now, and needed her help. She ran into his bedchamber, and searched for his potions box, where he kept all of his required shaft. She looked following to his bed, and next to the bathroom. She almost gave up when she spotted it sitting next to the weapon system rack. She grabbed it, and ran back into the situation.
'Master, I have the potions box for you, and the rest of the skooma .'Lord Drad heard his hard worker say, from behind his chair. He had her set up the alembic, and then the howitzer and pestle, along with the former equipment. Lord Drad put the small vial under very hot, clean flame coming from the burner of the potions set. He added ashsalts to the vial, then a bit of skooma from the bottle that he drank it from. He cut his little fingerbreadth, and let the bloodline drip into the vial. It boiled quickly, and turned a bright pink, and then murky red colouring material, telling Maker Drad that he had more Moon Sugar in his system of rules than he had skooma. He had to have a concentrate sum of money of medicinal drug to balance the consequence of the Moon clams.
Arla saw her Master 's pain, and could see she could do nix to aid him. He was in his own privet hellhole, and she had to prevent it to herself, lest the crew see their Captain in such a state. When he was better, he would be capable to rip out of this.
Lord Drad mixed the chemicals, along with the ashes of taproot leaves. It would add in enough chemicals to fuddle off a hangover. Lord Drad was good at potion making, and knowing what issue balanced what. It was rather slow, he thought, if only his body was more capable while he was like this.
After fifteen minutes, the potion was done, sitting in a cooling vial. Arla saw her Master down the vial in one beverage. He then got up, and walked to his chambers. He knew he had another five time of day before they arrived in Seyda Neen. Arla knew her victor would be better then, but that he would ask to have things ready to go then. She set to run cleaning up the potions box, putting it back where it was found, then setting her overlord 's office back into order.
She saw her master copy laying on his bed, with his arms stretched out wide, and his leg straight out. She could not avail but to go over to him, and get atop him, sitting on the back of his peg. She leaned down and put her hands to his neck, rubbing it gently, and firmly. She rubbed him all the way down his back, and over his ribs, completely relaxing her Master. She purred as she felt her Master 's contented gasps of air. She continued to rub him until she felt him diminish to sleep.
She went into the office, and pulled the tea trey back into the bedroom, where she began to heat more water. She knew her captain would want tea by this time, so she got to it before he woke up. He would also need something to eat. She pulled out a bit of the bristleback meat, and placed it over the flack on a lowly grated grillwork. She pulled out a loaf of the unsliced bread, and cut off a few slices of it. She put them over the fire, near some coals, to make them toast.
When master Drad awoke, he had tea future to him, still hot, and a plate of bristleback meat, eggs, toast with butter, and a minuscule clove of cooked garlic, to mix with his testicle. His striver had prepared his meal for him while he slept. He was more grateful than he could yet express to her.
Arla watched her superior scarf down all of the eggs within a few snack, using the toast and forking as a small scoop. She saw her meal, once a large scale to the full of food, become nothing in a affair of minutes, her Master 's hungriness consuming it completely.
Her skipper looked to her, and thanked her for making such a meal. 'Arla, I see you have been taking tutelage of your Master, even whilst he sleeps .'He said to her. 'If you will aid me in finding my map, and sliding a table in here. I will plot our course properly .'
Arla grabbed a few mathematical function from her Master 's office, and pulled a table into the chambers, next to Lord Drad 's bed. She watched as her Master wrote down specific counselling for his full admiral to issue the crew. He gave accurate coordinate, and he marked on the map each guiding landmarks. She noticed that his pencil never stopped moving, always writing note and speaking, silently.
Her original, after a while, got up and put on his crown, then walked to the role, and pulled his cloak on. He went outside, and went to find Admiral Ply. He quickly located him at the bow of the ship, looking off into the length.
'Admiral Ply !'Lord Drad said, patting him on his articulatio humeri.
He turned. 'Yes, Captain .'
'We have a problem, and we need to get to Seyda Neen as quickly as possible .'Lord Drad said. Arla stood behind him, and kept silent. She knew he was in control condition of himself, and off of the drug 's influence.
'Yes, master, but what is the affair ?'Admiral Ply asked, worried now. 'You seem very shaken about this .'
'Come to my cabin, and we shall talk there .'Arla heard her Master say. 'It has to do with out surplus crates, so cum alone .'He whispered to Admiral Ply.
They then walked back to the cabin, where Arla sat straight up in her chair as her Master sat in his own chair. He took out a bag of mint leaf, and began to transgress it up, then carry it into his tube. He snapped his finger, and Arla knew to come to him with a lucifer, and light his pipework. She zipped it across her whang, and held the burning match to light Lord Drad 's tube, as he puffed on it hastily.
'Last dark, I was brave enough to try a dot of that skooma that we got, in my tea. I put half of the bottle in a hale tea pot, so I got a little bit per dose. It was enough to make me pass into a Black nap, Ply .'Her Master explained .'I did a trace hinderance on it today, and found it to be laced with moonshine clams. I had to take an anti-venom, because my body was rejecting it so badly. This crate of skooma we carry is not to be used. It is ill-gotten, and more powerful than any on this ship can handle. The only 1 I would finger good about selling this to is a Mage at the imperial University looking for study exam .'
'But sir, who would be able-bodied to set up a contact like that ?'full admiral Ply asked .'I feel that the theives'Guild here is rather low on patronage. And surely, the Theives'Guild in the imperial City would induce such link, but when would we be able to get down there to merchandise it off ?'
'We will keep it on plug-in ship, but we will not reach it. We are going to be in the main Skyrim Docks in a week or so now, and we will be there for quite a piece. There, we will sell off the gold stripe, and we will split it up .'master Drad told admiral Ply. 'But there is also where you will be leaving my society. You will be in charge of the merchant family ship Weatherstride, and you will there take your crew of 12 sailors from the main Skyrim offices .'
Admiral Ply shook his head, and thanked his chieftain for the promotion. 'It means a lot to me, skipper Drad. I have wanted my own ship for quite some time now, and I thank that you have seen me as worthy of having one .'He praised.
'Just have sure you keep it in upright precondition. It is a new ship, and will maneuver like one. break down it in a bit to get it in order. see its kinks, and take a shit use of them .'Lord Drad instructed. 'Also, you are getting the path from Anvil, Cyrodiil, to Bravil, Cyrodiil. I will discover out what your deliveries will consist of, but you will get them there quickly, and be a veritable merchant ship .'
'I understand sea captain Drad .'
'Now, make trusted to keep the skooma a secret. Dismissed .'Lord Drad said. full admiral Ply left the cabin, and went about his duties. Arla then walked to her master copy, and knelt besides him .'I have no lodge for you right now, Arla .'Her victor told her, rubbing her chin gently.
'May I study a few deception books, victor ?'She asked, her head bowed.
Her Master looked at her, and she peeked up at him with mild pleading eyes. She knew he would fall down, and he did. 'Yes, and piddle certainly you start with the broken story. I want you to learn a fall amount of money of restoration thaumaturgy, before you go into destruction, or mysticism magics .'
She got up, and went to her Master 's library of arcane Koran. She saw them to be filled with all sorts of headstone to magical theories. She took as many notes as she could fathom, and could get the picture, and looked up everything she could own dreamed. She knew her Master had one-half of the Arcane University 's stalked account book, by the voluminousness of the library.
Her Master sat alone in his office, drawing out architectural plan to get to the Topal Sea, in Southern Cyrodiil She noticed about him now, that he did not use former peoples'writing tools : he kept his own set, with a pencil, pen, and brush.
Arla knew after a few hours that they were pulling into the diminished docks of Seyda Neen. Her Master was going here maybe to tell the people that he had sold the skooma to not to trade it to anyone. She would follow him anywhere, so it hardly mattered, at this point.
Her sea captain walked into the Sir William Chambers, and sat in his bed for a few seconds as Arla jotted down one survive point, from her studies before coming up to him and kneeling before him. 'Master, I am at your serving .'
Her master stood tall above her, and she could palpate his gaze upon her. 'You are going to be helping me this evening, Arla. I am going to need you to support a few things for me, while I handle some business. I am going to sell off the rest of this skooma tonight, and I do not wish to let the whole bunch know we are going to be selling it all off. I just need you to be my extra workforce tonight, alright, Arla .'He told her.
She nodded her head, and smiled, waiting her undertaking. 'What may I do for now, professional ?'She asked.
'Go to the mystic grate in the floor, on the initiatory deck of cards, and you will notice the bag of skooma, fetch it. Once it is here, go and get me the bars of gold. We are going to hold them melted down and made into factual septims, so we are not carrying around overlooked gold .'Her schoolmaster ordered. 'Then issue, and we will get started on our business .'
Arla ran down to the kickoff deck, and into the Au console, then under the rug. She pulled up the release floor plank, and grabbed the bag of skooma bottleful, along with the six streak of amber. She then replaced the story board and rug, making her way back up to her Master. The skooma was rather heavy, for as luminousness of a liquid it was. She brung the skooma and gold up to her professional 's bureau, and told him she was finished.
'Now, we are just about docked in Seyda Neen. We will be here until Sunrise tomorrow. We are stopping here to maybe pick up a legal transfer on the way to Winterhold .'Her Master told her. 'While here, we are going to betray the respite of this skooma to the local anesthetic thieves, but at a higher toll, considering what it is .'
Arla listened well to her Master 's vocalism .'I understand master ; just tell me what to do to serve you .'She assured him.
'When we are docked, I am going to be searching for deliveries. I want you to follow me, and be ready to hustle back to the ship somewhere around one and two in the morning to get the skooma and gold .'Her passe-partout told her. She nodded her head. 'And you will be needed of course of study, for random other little details .'
Her overlord then went into his storage locker and pulled out a manual of arms of swop. This one had only two transactions in it, and was only on the first page. It had the deal between himself and Ralflod, marking the quantity of skooma and amount of gold traded. It also had the gift of Arla, to Lord Drad. This Scripture was obviously the black market book that Lord Drad kept, marking all of the illegal proceedings he had done.
'I started this log when I first sold the skooma, knowing I would need platter of my doings, even if they were illegal. So, from now on, all off the criminal record transactions we do, that is not done under contract from Drad merchant Co., will be recorded in this book from now on .'Her Master told her. The script he held was four inch thick, and had a black leather cover version on it, not yet marked .'I am making it the alternate Captain 's Log, so we may consume a double-dyed record of what is happening on this ship. When I branch off a bit, in Cyrodiil, I will be doing more and more freelancing, and maybe even a bit of marauder piece of work, on a few coastal islands. I will get a contact in the Thieves'gild in Cyrodiil, and will then be able to palisade off the items for a fair sum of net profit .'
Arla nodded once more. She knew her Master was excited about this, and she was gladiola he was so. But she knew if he were to mouth off on, he would forget to let her at ease. 'Master, would it please you if I were at ease for the prison term being ?'She asked him, while he was puffing his pipe.
'Yes, of course, Arla .'He said. Lord Drad walked around the desk, and pulled the maps back, and folded them up, clearing a small-scale constituent of his desk. He then went about sorting out all of his composition, and cleaning up his desk. When it was finally clean of all excess lambskin, he sat down in his chair, and puffed his pipe more comfortably. 'Arla, go fetch a wine glass out of my Sir William Chambers, please. And under my bed is a bottle of Imperial City 's Aged Iliac. It 's the best wine this side of Summerset Isles. Bring two glasses in fact .'He told her.
Arla got out of her chair, and went into her Master 's chambers, gathering the two glasses, and the bottle of red wine. She sat them on her superior 's desk, and awaited further instructions. 'Master, what is my succeeding objective ?'She asked.
'Bring your chair over here, and sit with me .'He said. She did as told, getting her chairwoman as last to his as she could. Almighty Drad poured her a chicken feed of the sweet red wine, then some into his own glass. He opened the replacement chieftain 's Log, and began to write in it his unique cursive script.

We have gathered the last fifty dollar bill bottles of skooma, minus the one I drank from. I found, upon drinking a VD of the drug, that it was heavily laced with the powdered drug called 'Moon scratch'. We are in Seyda Neen now, and are going to sell it at 30 septims a bottleful at the topical anaesthetic Thieves'Guild. We will mark the transaction properly in this book to show disc of it.
Arla waited for her master key to select the foremost sip of his vino, before she would even contact her Methedrine. He set the black book aside, and took a sip from his shabu. It was tasty, with just enough sweetness to poise out the intrinsic sour flavor of alcohol. Arla then took a sip of hers after her Master had sat down his shabu.
'Look out the door there, and tell me how close to being docked we are, Arla .'Lord Drad ordered her. She went to the door, and opened it. She peeked her read/write head outside, then back in.
'Master, we are just now pulled up to the bob, and the work party is tying us off .'She reported to her superior dutifully .'I think it would be good to unboard the ship now .'
Lord Drad walked to the door, and threw on his cloak. He then made his way off the pack of cards of the ship and on the bob, where Arla took his arm and walked him down the street of Seyda Neen. They went all about the townspeople, looking for random shops, and inns. They found the bulletin gameboard in the town center had all the storehouse rescue written on it. It turned out that the imperial beard scout had three crates of equipment they needed sent to their scouts in Dagon Fel, where they were being trained. Lord Drad made his way to the offices, and spoke with the leading officer.
By the metre all the point of the journeying were worked out, it was well past times ten at Nox. They were loading the ship with the shipment, as Lord Drad and Arla walked into the local anesthetic inn, and ordered a drinkable, keeping a lookout for Ralflod. He was usually in this inn, master Drad was sure.
The despatch of the crates would come out to 50 septims per crateful, a 300 Septim shipping charge, and from the Drad Merchant Co. Lord Drad made another 100 septims, for his bonus. That made the stumble worth 450 septims, plus an special 100 for overlord Drad.
Lord Drad spotted Ralflod, and ordered an excess mead. 'Ralflod, I ca n't appear to think back where to buy those argue office at, can you address me ?'Lord Drad said to him, handing him the drink .'I have some more to crop with now .'
Ralflod looked amazed at Lord Drad, along with his hard worker, Arla, on a leash and collar .'I ... I do. I can help ya .'He said, shaking off the thought process. 'Make your way to the common spot at around one tonight, and we will do business .'He then walked off in the tap house.
Lord Drad walked out of the inn, him holding the threesome connected to Arla. He walked them back to the docks, and sat as his bunch pulled the lastly of the three crateful in the ship. They were huge, the size as a homo is tall, and as wide as a waggon. They were filled with bows, arrows, cloaks, and low dagger. All were stacked compactly, making them even heavier. Lord Drad noticed the ship sink in the water another foot, indicating how much weight the ship had taken in because of the crate.
He walked back into the ship, and went to his office, where he marked in the maitre d' 's Log the delivery, pickup, and quantity for the transaction. He made sure everything was just right in calculations, then placed it in the invoices.
At one in the morning, Arla and her Master walked quietly off of the ship, and made their way to the stealer'cave, with the skooma. They came to it, and knocked, as always. They were answered by Ralflod.
Creator Drad entered first, and then had Arla set the sack down on the floor. 'Well, what is it, Lord Drad ?'Ralflod asked.
´49 bottle of skooma, laced with lunation refined sugar .'Lord Drad replied. 'It 's far too strong for the crew of my ship to wield, and I am not going to keep it around. If you can find Mages willing to take it, that would be preferred .'
Ralflod looked at the sack, and said. 'We have only a bit more revenue, so what are you thinking per feeding bottle ?'
'30 septims per bottle, and if you do n't have adequate to overlay that, give me what you have in Au, and give way me a contact that I may link up the Cyrodiil 's Thieves'Guild. I want a vouch spot in the organization .'Arla heard her master key deal with the petty thief.
'I can do that. I can open you 500 septims for the skooma, and the sleep can only be paid with information .'Ralflod said, keeping his eyes locked on the skooma.
'Then the skooma is yours, Ralflod, but under one Sir Thomas More condition only. I want you to promise me that you wont sell it to those you know ca n't handle it. This is for powerful conjuring trick exploiter only, and even that needs to be taken at a humble back breaker, as I found out. I want you to sell it to Mages in the Mages'social club, getting it into the proper manpower, in doing so. It 's simple ethics, as I am for certain you can hold .'master Drad told him. 'Now, where can I get the gold bars melted down into septims ? I no longer want golden bars .'
'We can do that here, if you wish .'Ralflod said. 'We have the insistence here .'
'Good. And what of your contacts with the Cyrodiil Thieves'Guild ?'
'His public figure is Armond Christophe, and he lives in the Waterfront District of the imperial beard city. He is the dean of the Imperial City sector of the Guild. Most of us refer to it simply as 'the Guild'.'Ralflod said.
'Now, the skooma you will detect, after testing, has a very gamey amount of Moon Sugar in it, not found in normal dose of skooma. That is why it is so potent .'Lord Drad explained. 'If you would be so form, however, as to please run the gold bars, and whatever early gold taproom you are giving us in substitution for the skooma .'
'Of track .'Ralflod had his sycophant set to sour on the kiln, getting the insistence ready to create septims for Lord Drad. The process took around 30 minutes, and they put all the coins into a pouch. Lord Drad walked out of the cave with 1'100 septims, all in coins. They went back to the ship, and divvied up all of the gold.
Almighty Drad sat in his federal agency, and divided up all the gold into pouches, and setting them on his desk. He then barred his door, and walked into his William Chambers. Arla followed her overlord, and helped him get his shoes and drape off, then she pulled him into his bed, once he undressed.
Arla then pulled off her top, and got under the two well-heeled blanket, getting close to her master as she could letting his passion flood her organic structure. She threw her arm around him, and held him as they slept, the night wearing on peacefully. Lord Drad knew his slave felt for him, and it was an unspoken understanding, for she knew as well, that he cared about her.
Lord Drad awoke early, at around six in the morning, when the crowd was just getting up. He walked out to the pack of cards, to see the misty harbour before they pulled out. He drank a bit of tea as he stared out at the dark waters. Arla lay asleep as her superior prowled the decks.
Lord Drad stood in the Captain 's nest as his crew began getting the ship cook to sail. Men about him started moving, pulling the sails down, untying the lines, pulling up the linchpin, and manning the oars. The ship pulled out of haven at seven 30 that dayspring, the crew rowing to get them out to deeper seas. lord Drad felt the ship Begin to move, and walked back into his government agency, where Arla was now putting on her cloak.
'Arla, we will be going to be in Winterhold within the next workweek. You should prepare for a while in the city, for we will be leaving from there for the Topal Sea, in the South of Cyrodiil .'Her master told her. 'When in Cyrodiil, I will most likely set up a new junto of Drad Merchant Co., so I can control it from Cyrodiil. I will buy a manor or something in either Bravil or incus .'
This was quite a revelation for her master to narrate her, Arla thought. She knew that he was making bombastic steps, on procuring his estate even more. She knew this was a major contribution to the Drad Merchant Co.
'So, you will ask some seemly clothes ; something a Lady would get into. I am a Godhead of the empire, and if you are my striver, you should be seen as one Worth serving a Jehovah .'Arla listened closely to what her Master was telling her. 'You will buy a new wardrobe, in Skyrim. We are Nord, and will dress in our fashion, but our baronial manner .'

Lord Drad sat in his office, May 1st, on the docks of Winterhold. He had a shipyard there, with a full moon sentence crew handling the warehouse, and a whole fleet at his command there. He wrote off orders and sent in invoices, searching his desk for a stack of parchment that he needed to find.
Arla sat next to him, and helped him by gathering affair here and there, being his extra set of hands. She knew her Master had to stop here quickly, because they were starting a new faction in Cyrodiil. She gave her service wherever it could be used, trying her best to facilitate her original finish up his task.
When Lord Drad finished with his paperwork, he called in one of his administrators from the warehouse. 'Mr. Argel, I have a undertaking for you .'
'Yes, senior pilot Drad .'The man asked.
'I need you to find out me an administrator with the abilities of taking over my district duties here .'He said. 'Mr. Argel, I need this done within a workweek .'
'I can talk to Harse Elohein about taking up the job. He was whom was in billing of your obligation, while you were away at sea, Creator .'Mr. Argel said.
'Thank you, Mr. Argel, and do n't blank out to give the prole a raise in salary, everyone in the warehouse gets another Septim per day, and the crew of all ships get another two. progress to certain the police captain of the fleet all receive a bonus of 20 septims per delivery. This will keep our crew and worker happy, while I am away for a piece .'
'Is there anything else I can help you with, Divine Drad ?'Mr. Argel asked his employer.
'I am going to be setting up another faction of Drad Merchant Co. in the South of Cyrodiil. I will involve public figure of attorney and the locating of suitable manors. I have a budget of 200'000 septims to put to work with, for a manor house and lands, and the Drad Merchant Co. will be able to pay for 45 % of whatever is bought to extend its bounds .'nobleman Drad said in a stern vocalization. 'Bring me lands pricing for the region of incus, and Bravil, and anywhere on the seacoast in between. I will even consent something in the Imperial metropolis. Also, bring me the names of lawyer, and I will be happy with your religious service .'
'Yes, forefather .'Mr. Argel said, then excused himself from the function.
Arla went to the small kitchen range, and poured her passkey a cup of hot tea from the pot, then poured in a fragile bit of milk, along with two spoons of cabbage, just as he liked it. She brought it to him, and he took it with neediness. 'Thank you, dear pet .'He said.
It was around 1:45 in the good afternoon when Godhead Drad left his office on the docks, and made his way back to his ship. He there pulled out a ticket selection of clothes. Black person pants, a black shirt, with a very glum purple vest, along with a cloak of fur that was royal.
He had Arla help pull off his wearing apparel, and redress him in the wearing apparel he had picked out. He was a dead on target Maker, just by his stature, and his actions reflected that. Arla saw the business leader her skipper held now, with his wide-cut Lordly attire upon him.
'Master, what is your desire ?'Arla asked him.
'Get ready, we are going to choose you shopping. We will go to my manor house here, and commandeer one of the peeress handmaid there to assist you with shopping .'Her Master told her. Arla went to the W.C., and pulled out a few clothes that could be passed as presentable in front of Noble party. She quickly got dress under her Master 's sleepless eye.
Arla held her Master 's arm as they made their way down the streets of Winterhold, which were now just coming out of their Robert Frost. Lord Drad had Arla travel along him down to the last street in the urban center, where he had his manor. They entered the cozy two story house, and made their way up to the way which Godhead Drad had as his bedroom. He picked up a few things, then walked into the kitchen, where Jestra, a amah, was dusting off a counter.
'Jestra, we are going to need you to arrive shopping with us today .'Almighty Drad said. 'My dear pet here ,'He jerked Arla 's leash just enough to point it. 'Is in need of a new wardrobe, and I am not the exact someone that is fit with handling that sort of thing. So, I am asking you to give us your company, and skills at that .'
Arla had a thoroughgoing wardrobe by nightfall that Night, with parasol and new cloak of silk. She was set now to look like a madam of the court of law. When they returned to the ship, Arla was instructed to put all her clothes in the press, in a designated section.
Her passkey began to look at maps, as she put away her clothes. He charted out a course from Winterhold to anvil, to lead off with. He figured that they would be there within a week and a half, so he pulled out a clean sheet of sheepskin, and began to pen out a inclination of provision that would be needed for the journey. He wanted to just get there, and get down setting up his business.
cover in his office, on the 2nd May, Mr. Argel brought him a pamphlet of the papers he requested the day before, listing lawyers and manors around the Anvil and Bravil sphere. Lord Drad looked through them, and made courses for each area, looking for an area perfect tense for his business.
Arla was there beside her Master once again. She was there as his extra set of hands, and she was also there to go on him companionship within his work. 'Arla .'He said to her, after a while of searching through the papers. 'Go convey me full admiral Ply, and secern him to meet me here .'
Arla disappeared into the warehouse, and onto the loading dock to find full admiral Ply. master Drad continued to sign all the papers that he needed to, in ordering to hold back the Skyrim cabal running in his absence. Arla returned soon enough with Admiral Ply.
She knelt at his feet when she returned. 'Arla you may go and educate our cabin in the ship for leaving. We will make way soon after Sunset tonight .'Her Master told her. She got up and walked out of the office staff.
'Admiral Ply, I present to you the embark Weatherstride for you to command. You will be the master of that ship, and instead of the one which I mentioned to you before, your rout will be the one from New rock candy, Solstheim, to Dagon Fel, Vvardenfel .'Lord Drad said, his eyes looking into the depths of full admiral Ply 's. 'You will find that you have a cabin already set up for your use, and an unused Captain 's Log. You are to sail for New John Rock in a days clock time, bringing with you twelve crew members of your own alternative from the new extremity .'
full admiral Ply looked to his police chief, and spoke. 'Thank you, skipper Drad. This means a capital plenty to me .'
'I know it does, Captain Ply. 'He picked up a part of parchment. 'Your salary will become 2'000 septims per month, which you will receive at New rock-and-roll on the first of every month. You will receive a bonus of 50 septims per completed delivery. Also, you will have a budget of 1'000 septims per week, to spend on your crew and the ship, and an additional 500 septims per week for supplying and nutrient .'He handed the parchment to maitre d'hotel Ply. 'Here is your bringing orders. Dismissed, Captain Ply .'
Lord Drad spent the eternal rest of his night walking about the seaside of the city, Arla a stair behind him. He watched the Sun go down over the pot, and the waves of the sea clangor into the coke covered cliff. Lord Drad 's cloak flapped in the wind as they made their way back to the ship from the skirts of town.

Arla was in the shipyard place, when she and her Master waited, as he called in another member of the sorrel squad. 'Mr. Shadd, are you at all familiar with large frigates, and how to command one ?'He asked right away.
Mr. Shadd thought a while, then spoke to his employer. 'Well, I have commanded a merchantman from Vivec to Anvil before, so I think I could manage a frigate, Sir .'
'Well ! Welcome aboard the Winterwriter, you are now promoted to admiral, and will be sailing in my vessel as my First mate and Officer. You shall be taking the admiral 's plaza for my ship .'Lord Drad explained. 'Your salary will be little less than a Captain 's, and you will receive a cut of all deliveries, of class .'
'Thank you, Lord Drad .'Mr. Shadd said, with agitation in his voice.
'We parting for incus this very night, and the crew is already prepared to make librate .'Arla heard, as they walked out of the office, shutting all lamps down. 'So get your stuff, and be on board the ship in an hour .'
Mr. Shadd ran to his small bunkhouse, and gathered his equipment, while Almighty Drad and Arla walked to the ship, and made fix to leave porthole .'I think he will influence out just fine with this work party, Arla .'Lord Drad commented, as she put away her cloak.
'Indeed, he seems surely enough, my Maker .'She replied. He Master brought her out on deck with her triplet, and saw that the ship was ready to make its way out of interface. All they were waiting on was Commander Shadd.
He quickly came running up the ship ramp, and the men loaded it up, untying the finis lines. 'Give the control to puddle way .'Lord Drad told his Commander.

Banquet at Sea

'Drop sheet ! make way out of interface !'Commander Shadd shouted, and the men hustled to get the sheet down. Quickly, the ship was out to sea, and the canvas filled with idle words. 'Disband oars, and bulge out getting mingy on those sweep lines !'He shouted after they were out to sea, knowing they needed to lose it the wind into the sails, in rescript to get the ship glide at good speed.
Arla was lead by her Master into the cabin, and they took off their cloaks there. She had her leash taken off, and hung up by the cabin door. Her Master then commanded her to come into the bed chambers.
She saw him waiting inside, with his shoes off, and stripping off his shirt. The fire was already crackling, so the room was very warm. Her Master then stripped off his pants, leaving him in his shortstop, made of cotton wool.
'Come, strip .'He ordered.
Arla made her way to the bed, and knelt before her headmaster. She then began unbuttoning her shirt, until her bare chest was showing. She pulled off her shirt, leaving the thin wrapping of cloth around her firm white meat, which were still quite unfilled out. She unwrapped her cloth, and bared her chest, showing her to have plump nipples, with pink bakshish, her white meat just about a handful each. She got up, her head teacher down, and unlaced her pants, stripping them off quickly. Her silk underwear covered her belittled patch of red hair at her crotch.
'Master, are you going to take away me tonight ?'She asked, an questioning look on her face, but not a fear.
'Continue, and we shall observe out .'He replied. She pulled off her underclothing, and placed them in the pile of clothes at her groundwork. 'Now, go and go off the cabin door, then this one, and make out to bed .'
She walked out the bedchamber, and into the office. Bolting the threshold to the cabin, she came to the chamber doorway, and bolted that shut as well. Lord Drad was pleased to see her hips swaying as they did, waving her red hairsbreadth about as she moved into the bed.
She got outside of the blanket, and knelt to her forehead at her master 's feet .'I await your orders, Master .'She said.
'Get into the covers, and sleep as you can .'Her Master ordered her. She did as she was told, getting into the bed next to where her Master would sleep. He pulled his feet into the bed, and pulled up the covering .'I have a small stack of kindling Natalie Wood, next to the fervency place to build the blast up, and flip in a log, celebrate it going tonight. Winterhold 's too cold to let it cut down'
'I understand, Master .'She said, her arm wrap about her Master 's side. He breathed out contently, and placed his hand over hers keeping it there.
'Goodnight, Arla .'
'Goodnight, victor .'

Arla got up before her Master, on the 3rd of May, and got tea boiling. He was still sleeping in his bed, when it was done. Arla 's nude figure was fit, and she was beautiful as she worked. Her Master awoke to her setting the tea kettle on his desk, along with a slice of toast to go with it.
She came to him, and knelt on his bed, presenting herself .'I await orders, Almighty .'
'Continue with what you were doing, Arla, and monish me when the tea is set .'Lord Drad said, swinging his leg over the bed, and getting his pants on. 'Also, throw a pan on the fire, and I shall fry up an early breakfast for us .'
She went about her duties, as her Master got dressed, and ready for the day out to sea. She set a pan on the fire, and poured the hot cupful of tea, when the water began to boil. Lord Drad came over, when the pan was hot, and pulled out two slash of boar pith from the refrigerator, and put it into the pan, along with the skillful eggs he could find.
Arla watched as her skipper flipped the egg. She got two plateful from a console, and held it as her Master put the ball and centre on them. Lord Drad sat the pan down in the basin cesspit, then sat the two plates of eggs and boar meat on the table.
He grabbed the wild boar heart and soul between his finger's breadth and gulped a few shreds down. He then looked to Arla 's plate, and motioned for her to eat as well. She picked up the bollock with the nitty-gritty, and ate it like a small-scale sandwich. Her and her maestro ate side by side, a meal that was cooked by him.
Jehovah Drad and Arla put their cloaks on, then she was fitted with her deuce-ace, before they walked out the cabin door. They saw that commandant Shadd, the Orc First Mate, had the crew on deck, all manning the canvass, getting a great blast of wind in them. He had the ship under G control, and he only needed directions and coordinates from Lord Drad, and he was all set.
'Good dawning, Captain Drad .'He said, cheerily.
'Good good morning, commanding officer .'Almighty Drad replied, equally in good purport. 'How is the wind going to carry us today ?'
'It 'll do us fine, Sir .'Shadd said with a smile. 'It 's been a patch since I was in accusation of a ship like this, but I 'm getting the bent of it again. After XXX yr of sailing, I guess it will come back to me after a while .'
Lord Drad was amazed at the Orc 's experience. 'Well, sustain us heading for anvil, and we will fair just fine, Commander. It will get colder, of course of instruction, until we get through the Polar Sea, and into the Topal ocean .'
'Oh yes, I expected as a good deal .'The Commander replied .'I have already accounted for that, in my story. I 'll keep it on your desk, in the office. You 'll meet one daily from me .'
'Well, thank you, air force officer .'master Drad said, sword lily of his efficiency. 'And form sure to include orders, and commands you give to the bunch, and for what purposes. I wish it to all be full detailed .'
'As you command, Captain Drad .'He said happily. He then returned to commanding the crew. Godhead Drad and Arla walked around the deck, checking the lineage, and making their rung about the area, for a short walk together, always with Arla the III length behind her Master.
'We will be in Anvil in a week and a half, or so .'Her skipper said, as they went below pack of cards. 'There, we are buying a manor near the sea, and will be setting up a warehouse soon. We will also be claiming a plot of Land as Drad Land, making me a Lord of these parts as well, and giving me respectable enough bargaining might. You will be comfortable enough in our niggling setup .'
'I thank you, sea captain .'Arla replied, making her way down the steps along her master key.
'You will induce to learn how to address the Courts, for a lot of our life in the adjacent few months is going to be spent there .'He continued. 'We will be getting land grants, and lawyers to set up the faction of the Drad Merchant Co. not to refer I have to lease a full staff of Courtiers, for my Court, and manor. I will receive to set up a accomplished county, if I am to have the way I wish it to be .'
Arla knew her Master had big programme for the new Land, and that he meant to go through with what he was saying. But she also knew he would have to talk to the Saturnia pavonia himself about that, and not to same Noble of a county. They needed royal family for this contract.
'After buying a pocket-size manor in Anvil, I will make up my way East, and find some land that is unclaimed. I heard much of the orchard is, for the fact that the Unicorns there attack many of the people whom travel there .'Lord Drad Plotted. 'All I will have to do is raise to emperor Septim that I can make the Unicorns tamed, or have them relocated in a safer berth, and the county can be made into a separate department, along with new small Town just at the edge of the urban center, increasing trade and economic system .'
They were at the underside deck when Lord Drad ended his diagram aloud. He then pulled out some lambskin, and counted all the crates, which came up to five, all of them equipment crates, for the construction of the warehouse. He made a lean of them all, their weights, just as he always did, then went back up to his part, Arla at his hound.
He sat in his chairman, and noticed the commander 's report atop his desk, just as promised. He looked through it, and noticed nifty inside information he cared much about. He hated to say it, but commanding officer Shadd was much respectable than admiral Ply ever was, and the Commander said he was still a bit rusty at his job as well. Arla as well, saw the difference in style between the two Officers.
Lord Drad saw in the report that the cold atmospheric condition would slacken them up a day and a half, so he was making cookery for it by sailing the crew through the nights, while in calm waters, and having them row when the farting is down. He also marked that the fish were jumping all along their rout, and now would be the proper piazza to confuse mesh in, if they were not in such a hurry to make it to Anvil.
lord Drad set the report down, and calculated the different option. He had enough solid food to finis a calendar week and a half, until they got to Anvil, where they would be docked for quite a long sentence. But, if they stopped of a few minute out of each day, they could catch enough fish in the nets, to reach up for the time in food for the crew, and still take enough to betray a good 200 lbs when they got to the anvil fish market. In the end, Lord Drad pushed a tender on a sheepskin, and put it in his police captain 's Log, stating that he was indeed making fishing stops.
'Arla, go tell commandant Shadd to fare here, please .'Arla got out of her president, and walked to the door, putting her cloak on and leaving. Lord Drad continued to write in his Captain 's Log, when Arla returned.
She came over to her Master, and knelt before him .'I present to you, Commander Shadd, Master .'She said. 'What orders do you have for me, Master ?'
Addressing his slave first, he motioned her to get on her chair. He then looked to Commander Shadd. 'Alright, we will make a few hours stop every day, and cast earnings in. If we catch more than 30 lbs in that start day, we will stay that trend. We will make up for in nutrient and trade what we loose in time. So, start now, and have the work party throw as many nets in as you can .'He looked to his single-valued function then, and marked a low way. 'Have them withdraw this rout .'He showed the air force officer the mark, and where the fish were supposed to be running.
The Commander nodded, and spoke happily to his skipper. 'Aye, it shall be done, chieftain. Is there any other order you have for me, sire ?'
overlord Drad got up from his desk. 'Once the nets are down, go to the galley, and have them prepare for a Pisces the Fishes spread tonight, which the whole crew shall partake in on deck .'
'I 'll get right on it, professional .'The air force officer said, then left the cabin.
Arla stayed curled up in her death chair, awaiting for her headmaster 's orders. He came up to her, and told her to necessitate off her cloak, the only thing she had on. He walked over, and barred the door to the cabin, then made his way back.
'When I am the only one in these rooms, and that room access is barred, you are to be nude .'He said, standing over her .'I am a lecherous man, and will see your flesh, Arla .'
She blushed, and her cheeks turned red as her hair .'I understand, master .'She spread her legs a bit, to render him an enticing view of her red haircloth.
'Now, in my room, go and fetch me my cane. And my pipework as well .'He said, sitting back in his chair. She returned with the items he asked for. 'Pack it .'He said, as he took his cane, and rested it against the desk.
The cane was a shell of metal, and a sword blade forged into a twisting off handle. It was made for short jabs and slices, and was not very laboured at all. self defense in secretive quarters was what it was mainly used for. Almighty Drad loved his cane.
Arla finished packing her skipper 's pipe, and then placed it to his sassing, lighting a match for him. As he puffed at it, she held it for him, until he nodded that he was done with it. She held it in her workforce, snuffing the stadium of it with the lid.
'Now, on this journeying, I am going to train you. Commander Shadd has the crew and sailing under control, and I am in motivation to train you to custom fit my will .'Her headmaster said, as she knelt before him with his pipe .'I will birth clock time to render you my particular procedure, and enough time to correct you all the time. You will see me get nonindulgent on you, but for the improve in the retentive run .'
'Master, I understand. It is what needs to be done, sire .'She said, with nothing but obedience in her part.
'Good .'He pulled out a tidy sum of papers, all filled with earth plots, and lawyers reference. He sorted through them, and put them into right files, so he could legibly understand what he was doing. Eventually, when he went through them, he found a lawyer perfect for his job. Erik Privell, a Breton from the Imperial City, who specializes in business and real estate. He also found a suitable manor in incus for sale.
'Master, may I go to the bathroom ?'He heard Arla say, after around ten bit of silence.
'Yes, make you way back soon .'He said, still searching through all the parchments. He began scratching off public figure and lists with his pen, sorting through them all with fear, looking for the best deal out of them. He made up his mind on the manor, and marked it with a balk on it.
'Arla, you are going to call for a horse, as am I, when we get to Anvil .'God Almighty Drad said, almost to himself, as Arla returned from the William Chambers .'I should feature had that looked up as well, when we were back in Winterhold .'
As Creator Drad spoke, they could palpate the ship slowing down, the commander now taking the few hours to angle. But Lord Drad continued at his work, as the wafture now made the ship rock and roll back and Forth River. He began searching through his book, which kept his savings bank balances and inquiries in it.
'Okay .'He said, flipping the pages .'I have 200'000 septims to sour with in my savings bank. I have that to pass on gaining a county here in Cyrodiil, and maintaining it. I have another 4'000 septims coming in the first gear of adjacent calendar month, along with the 4'900 septims from this calendar month. I wont be getting any more bringing bonuses any time soon, so 4'000 septims per month is all we will have to establish the warehouse off of. Which, if we use money we already have saved, it can be built within a month, and then the county lands can be taken tending of with gained income .'He thought to himself out gaudy.
Arla sat in her chair, intently watching her Master work. Lord Drad felt her eyes upon him, so he looked to her and said. 'In my room, in the left actor's assistant, is an ocarina, and a birdcall book. Go and impart it out, Arla .'
He put his fount back into his book then, until she returned at his fundament, knelt with the ocarina and book of account in her hand. 'Now, sit, and flirt a melody to me. It is the easiest thing in the creation to act .'
Arla sat, and put the Good Book in her lap, putting the flute to her backtalk, and blowing into it, creating a naturalistic strait, and fiddling with the winder. Eventually, she learned the fix, and played many vocal from out of the book, as her original worked. She entertained him quite nicely.
After the script were straight, noble Drad put on his cloak, and told Arla to go and put on her clothes. She did so quickly, and returned to put on her own cloak and leash. Her and her master key walked outside on deck.
The crowd all had a net per pair, and were launching them out, and pulling them in constantly, trying for a fair catch. The bountifulness was n't exceptional, but the few Pisces pulled in every toss was better than nothing at all in their nets. Commander Shadd even had a net to himself, pitching it off of the bow of the ship. 'How is the fishing, Commander ?'Asked Lord Drad, with a smile.
The commander smiled back, and in his oceanic abyss Orc voice, roared over the crashing moving ridge. 'Oh headwaiter, its going just very well. We have caught already 50 pounds of blueish opals, and some sea crab as well !'
God Almighty Drad stood shanghai. 'Yes, every day, at around this time, for three time of day, set linchpin, and cast in the net income. remain that trend until you fetch below 30 pounds. With that equivalence, we are looking at about 350 pounds of fish. We will eat a good 100 of that on the way, saving the salted meats for a later date. That will leave us with 250 pounds to sell, which we will get Anvil market prices on that .'He explained to himself.
The Orc looked at his grinning, loving the heart-to-heart sea. 'Yes, maitre d' Drad, we shall fair that fountainhead, I feel .'He barked. 'But where are we going to store it ; fish need to be kept fresh .'
Lord Drad thought about that. 'We 're going to seal off a portion of the lower deck, and put them in makeshift cold rooms. There is plenitude of ice we will be hitting to continue them cold until we reach Anvil to sell them .'Lord Drad said. 'In fact, have ten men get to that right now, commanding officer .'
As they made their way down to the fourth part deck up, they heard the Orc 's gaudy booming spokesperson bellowing out edict to a few sailor. Arla and her master key sat down in a easy death chair in the commons room, having a cup of hot tea together.
'When the gang have gotten used to the new style of the Commander, I feel this ship will be better ran than even my father 's old merchandiser ship, back when Drad merchant Co. was first founded .'Her schoolmaster commented. 'Commander Shadd was the ripe motion I have made for this ship, so far .'
'Master, when we arrive in Anvil, and start out our official duties, what is to become of the ship ?'Arla asked, after a sip from her mug of tea.
Lord Drad motioned for his pipe, and while Arla pulled it out, he said. 'We are going to dock it for a month or more than, and the crowd will be commissioned as proletarian, for the new shipyard. I will issue commandant Shadd special Holy Order, when I am made Lord and counting, over the new county of Dresden, making him a Knight of the territorial dominion as well .'
Arla nodded, lighting her Master 's pipework for him. 'And will he be happy on the terra firma ?'
'He was on the land as an office executive for a full two twelvemonth, before he landed this job .'Godhead Drad replied, after finishing his puffs. 'He will arrive at it another couple of months, I am sure. He will be back out on the sea as soon as the kickoff ship comes in for a trade. I will commission him as a back up Captain, to offend ships, and he can also be used as a sportfishing Captain, on low trolley ships .'
'I see, Master .'Arla said, now letting her Master puff his tube once more. She pulled it away when he was finished, and was given the parliamentary law to snuff it.
'The only thing is, getting up to the imperial beard City to sour things out with Emperor Septim .'Her Master continued. 'We will feature to buy the manor in Anvil the foremost day we arrive, make our place there, then the future day go to the imperial city, to delegation the lawyer, and start out the plot of our farming .'
There was a commotion at the top of the dance step, and Lord Drad went to investigate. 'What 's going on ?'He shouted to the top.
He heard Commander Shadd 's vocalism. 'We got ourselves a Pyr Shark, and its a big one too. We need to get it below pack of cards quickly, Captain !'There was another thump, and then a cry from a gang member. 'He is slithering all around, Sir .'
Pyr sharks are no couple in the pee, at home in even the stale waters in Tamriel. They produce an Energy Department attack through the sting on their heads, which sends a concentrated stupor wave through the water and can vote down even a bulky human from 6 ft. away. They were found to be come on extinction, and since they keep the floor of massacre angle down, which eat most other pabulum fish, they are much needed in Tamriel 's waters.
'Commander !'Lord Drad yelled at Shadd. 'That is illegal to feature aboard this ship, and if were were caught by the Imperial navy blue, we would be fined a hefty petty fee. So get it off the pack of cards, NOW !'
Commander Shadd wasted no time. 'You heard him, lads. Toss it !'Lord Drad heard the splash, and then the men cheering. 'Alright boys, man canvas, and I need the other one-half of ya to get these angle down into the freight cargo hold, in the intend container !'Came the commander 's voice again.
Lord Drad finished his tea, then he and Arla went to the top deck, where the last of the fish were being carried off to the cargo custody. He lead Arla along the pack of cards again, to see all the cyberspace, with her lead. She enjoyed being taken on these pass, being able to show she was owned by a Lord.
They went then to the maitre d' 's nest, which was now covered, due to Commander Shadd 's orders, making it a proper span of the ship. It was covered in a wooden cabin, with clear drinking glass windowpane on each position, and the steering bike in the middle. There were also desks and boxershorts.
The Commander made his way to the bridge, and smiled .'I had the son fix this up concluding night. We figured that it would get colder in the Polar Sea, and we ca n't have our Captain freezing on us at the bike, Sire .'He roared. 'Hope you are not disappointed in my thinking, headwaiter .'
'No, No !'Said Godhead Drad to the commandant with a grinning .'I am thankful. I am glad of your thinking, air force officer Shadd .'
The Orc smiled extensive. He was certainly at dwelling house on the ship, being bombastic enough for him to relish commanding. Even his movements were that of a young Elf, compared to a lot of Orcs, showing he was gaining weariness on the trip-up.
'Commander, the shark you pulled up .'master Drad began. 'Next fourth dimension you catch one, what you need to do is slay it on deck of cards, below the rails, and gut it. Get the skin, eyes, and all useful and valuable small-arm you can, then shove it off pack of cards. Take all the evidence, and toss it in thorax, which we have plenty of in our holds. bedevil it in the cargo hold, and I will decide what to do with it from there .'
'Aye, maitre d' .'He barked. 'It 'll be done .'
master Drad then manned the wheel, as Arla stood behind him. She noticed that the drawers were all nicely finished. They were perfectly in order. This was, she noticed, the hand craftsmanship of an Orc. She then realized that all the storage locker and such were done by air force officer Shadd himself, not a crew member.
'Arla, go into my cabin, and fetch me the mapping of the Sea of Ghosts .'Her Master ordered. She ran to get it, returning within minutes. 'Now, go to the chambers, and await me there .'She again took off.
Lord Drad plotted a row on the maps, marking them with string, so the air force officer knew which routs to keep up for the Nox. He then set the rack right where it was, and made his way back to his cabin, where he barred the door, and took off his cloak. It was toasty warm in there, considering Arla must be keeping the fire going.
That was another affair he had not thought of. Wood, for the firing of the ship. He had not checked provision for over a calendar month, seeing as how the Admiral had always taken tending of that face. But whether commandant Shadd knew of it, Drad could not guess..
When he entered his chambers, Jehovah Drad looked to his hearth, and the amount of money of wood next to it. He saw that it had another calendar week of woodwind, then it would be depleted. His mind was soon turned to Arla, whom was naked upon his bed, her legs crossed and her cheek blushed.
'Arla, fare .'Lord Drad told her. She got off of the bed, and crawled to her schoolmaster, as a little kitten. He put his hand out, and she licked it gently for its salt. She then licked it again. Lord Drad put a small treat in his helping hand, and let her solve it up. 'Get into the bed, my cherished pet .'He said.
Arla did as her captain told her to, crawling into the covers, and wrapping up tightly in them. Lord Drad unlaced his pants, and undid his belt, taking them off, then his shirt as well. He climbed into the bed with his slave, and held onto her with resolve. He put his full soundbox on hers, sucking to her very tightly.
Arla turned in his grip, and held onto him as well, then kissing his sass tenderly. He returned her kiss softly, gentle as he could be with her. She then rubbed from his chest down, slowly caressing him, slowly teasing him.
She got on her back for him, and spread her branch, waiting her sea captain to mount her, and exact her as he had all rightfield to. He was her Master, and she was to be used as he saw fit. Her was on top of her before she knew it, and his custody groping at her breasts harshly, squeezing them firm and tight in his finger. She giggled, and he began to suck on one, then the other.
She purred as he began to puzzle out at her stomach, and down further, to her soft mound. She moaned as her original pleased her. She softly cried loudly, and tightened her legs up around him, keeping him there.
Her victor broke destitute from her stage, and crawled up her stomach, until he was lined up with her. He then penetrated her slowly, feeling himself go into her : the flaccid walls of her tight to the contact, and wet as a rainfall. She moaned lightly at first, then it turned to a thin cry as her Master pushed more, through her hymen, breaking her subject. He then slowly made love to her, as the ship rocked back and Forth.

Lord Drad lay in bed smoking his organ pipe, and watching the Sun go way down in the windows. He puffed at the sweet leaf that was from Black Marsh. He felt Arla 's hands warmly on his lap, where she lay asleep.
It was sundown when he got out of bed, and got dressed. Arla got up with the commotion, and began to get dressed as well, following her Master to be of service. They both remained silent, as they quickly dressed themselves.
'Commander Shadd !'Lord Drad yelled out. The Orc could be seen in the distance coming up the deck.
'Yes, Captain !'He boomed his articulation, still forte from ten animal foot away.
'Get the deck cleared off, air force officer. We are going to set up our banquet .'Lord Drad said to him, now within a few base of him. 'Have the barrels on deck set up in a line, and then position some boards on them, a makeshift table. Have the kitchen crew set up wine-colored pitchers, and goblet, and all the banquet context. I will return in an minute to crack the forward motion, then start with helping the cook .'
'I 'll get on it, Captain .'Shadd said happily as always.
Arla made her way out of the cabin, and to her Master, who was now on the bow of the ship. She noticed the work party moving barrels and such in a line in the center of the deck, setting up chairwoman. She knelt down before her Master, at his English .'I await your ordering, skipper .'She said calmly.
'Just follow, Arla .'He said .'I am going into the kitchen in a little bit, to help oneself prepare the feast tonight. You will be my extra mitt in there .'
'I understand, original .'She replied, looking out into the great sea. Her cloak was affectionate, and moth-eaten air cruised by her cloak, chilling her brass, making them cherry red.
Her maestro looked at her shape, up and down, searching as he may. He studied her intently, for every line, color, and waving in her skin and pattern. He saw his hard worker was beautiful, and that she was a pry beyond his wants, beyond his needs. She was a gift, he thought.
'Arla, as you may recognise, I am a Lord, and soon to be not only the Count of Winterhold, but of Dresden as well, which will be a new county, between Bravil and incus, and just Union of Bravil as well, taking the orchard and some of the Heartland of Cyrodiil. This will hold you the striver to a Maker, a Count, and a merchandiser. You will memorize how to come up to each of my titles, and how to properly act with each title, when it is in place .'Her professional told her as he now leaned over the bow of the ship, looking at the waving being sliced through by the abdomen of it.
'Yes, Master, I shall do my sound to watch .'She told him, holding on to him by his cloak, to have trusted he did not fall.
'Arla, I have been at sea since I was thirteen ; I am not going to fall .'He commented. She released his cloak. 'But thank you ... it shows that you care .'He added, as he turned and began his walk to the kitchen deck.
She walked right behind her overlord as they went into the kitchen, where all the cook work party were moving about this way and that, preparing and cooking for the night 's meal. Her master key walked down the row, and they all moved from his itinerary. He walked to the very back of the deck, and took his cloak off in the lowly way for the Captain Cook. Arla took hers off as well.
'I am going to withdraw your leash off, because once we get to cooking, we will not have way for it, and you will need to be immediate as you can on your feet in there .'Her schoolmaster told her. 'Just do as I say, and you should do just fine .'He then stepped into the busy kitchen, and made his way to where two men were preparing fish.
He leaned over them, and nodded. 'Make for sure to season them, but not too much .'He suggested. 'The crust of them will make them perfect as is, really, only needing to add a few spices .'He made a cycle of the kitchen, correcting small things here and there, and cooking a few minor smasher. He showed them a few things as well, like how to cook the fish without it burning before it is done. 'You bake it first, to cook the midsection, then you fry it, browning the international perfectly .'
Arla stayed right behind her master key, for she knew that to be the stead she was least in the way. He made his way to the sauces, where he replaced a minuscule crewman on that duty .'I love sauces .'He told Arla. 'When it comes to fish, only a few are just right, and Sir Thomas More than many are just not compatible. These sauces are to go on the potatoes and Elmer Rice, not the Pisces. Only one thing will go on the fish, and that is maybe some wine, or some ale, just for measure .'He added a bit of basil to the sauce, then went about doing former versatile things. He got all the sauces to a boil, and kept them broiling for a few minutes, before he pointed to a mess of pans. 'Go get three of them, Arla .'He said quickly.
It was as if she had bounced as he gave his command, for she weaved to the stack, and elegantly pulled out three, then made her western fence lizard yield, without bumping one crewman. She handed them to her Master with a bow of her head. He took them, and filled each with a different sauce. He then put the used pots into the dish trey.
'The sauces are quick, just stay fresh them cold for another hour, then do them with the potatoes and rice when they go out. But heat it back up, of course .'He shouted to the chef .'I am going to bake the fish, you get on slicing white potato vine and preparing them for being fried .'
They were in the kitchen for a good two hours, before noble Drad finally went above deck, and got some fresh air. 'Arla, it is a wonderful, but cold night. We are going to be drinking, and the crew may get rowdy .'He said, as he leaned over the rail. 'If you are in any way bothered by one of the crowd, then you come find me, and reefer with me. I do not want anything going wrong this night. We have a skillful repast about to be brought up, and we have fifty-three mass that are going to be sharing a table, along with their ale .'
'I understand, sea captain .'She said. 'May I have my trine back on, overlord ?'She asked suddenly, and brightly. She smiled as he linked it onto her. 'Thank you, my God Almighty .'She said happily.
Lord Drad made his way back to the cabin, and put his cloak up. He put on a heavier cloak, that was printed with the Nobility Navy SEAL of Winterhold, Skyrim. He then set upon his header the war helmet, with the antlers of a deer in it as trumpet. His sword was then strapped to his side ; not his common saber, but a huge claymore, fit for the bridge player of a harden horse.
Arla helped her Master put the sword on, and toss his cloak over himself. She then pulled out his tobacco pipe and packed it then, so after diner, she could already have it set for him to smoke, knowing her Master would want it. He was rather predictable when it came to that.
'Keep this on you all night .'He gave her a short-circuit sword, which militia used as side arms. 'Strap it to your side, under your cloak, and prevent it tight. The crew will have tossed back a few ales before the night is old .'
Arla strapped the sword to a belt, and laced it under her cloak, as her master told her to do. She then pulled her enthrone closer to her, for affectionateness. Her Master took hold of the trine, when she got it on, and tugged her, leading them to the deck once more.
They came up, and Lord Drad sat at the forefront of the mesa, with Arla at his left. commander Shadd was granted the opposition forefront of the board. When almost of the crowd had taken their seats, the kitchen crew came up and placed the phonograph record of food down upon the table, covered with lids.
They sat down in their post, then awaited in silence for their Captain to hire the first bite, and signal the sleep to eat. Arla saw her original, as he cut into the first off insect bite of fish ; crispy and well-off to cut. He put the tasty pith to his backtalk, and ate of it. He closed his eyes, and tasted all the nip of it, before swallowing.
The crew then began to feast, grabbing this and that, adding it to their plates. Arla fixed herself a denture, then waited for her master 's signal, which came as soon as she had filled her goblet with wine. She began eating, letting the preference of the food carry her away.
master Drad spoke with the new Admiral of the ship, whom was to his rightfulness, and got acquainted with him. His gens was cleaver Villies, from the imperial beard metropolis. Lord Drad also found that he was a veteran at the seas, and that was why he worked so well with air force officer Shadd. 'Him and I are two alike, so we work well together, having the same logical system set .'Admiral Villies explained to his skipper.
The nighttime was pass, as the bunch all dined on the deck of cards of the ship, the cool weather upon them, as they dove into the food with fervor. When all was finished, the kitchen crew cleaned up the table, and brung out a sweet of fresh fried Nord calamary, which where a few caught in the nets.
The crew liked them, popping the electrocute delights into their mouthpiece quickly, one after another, until they were completely finished. The salty treats satisfied their stomachs, and their minds were now in need of entertainment .'A violin and champagne flute is needed .'Said one appendage of the navigation crew. 'And a lute as well would do nicely .'
Lord Drad could tell it was going to be a prospicient Nox from there, hearing another fellow member down the table say .'I have a lute in my terrace chest !'He heard another speak .'I know how to encounter the violin, but alas I have not one here .'
The table erupted into chatter about what instrument were needed, and what they could use. Lord Drad decided to receive a bit of fun now .'I have an ocarina, which is close sufficiency to a flute glass, lads !'He spoke aloud. 'Now person get that man a violin, there is one on this ship SOMEwhere .'
The gang scurried to get their legal document, and find the fiddle. Arla sat in her professorship, having not been yet told to get up. Her passkey stepped away from the tabular array, and made his way into the cabin, where he remained a few minutes. He then came out carrying a disconsolate ocarina in his hand, pocket-sized and pretty.
He sat at the bow of the ship and awaited the early people. Soon, the man returned with his lute, sitting on the railing and tuning the guitar like instrument. A few penis of the crew returned, just sitting on the board and professorship. At last, one penis came up with a violin in his helping hand. 'Found it in the old closet, on the thirdly deck, Captain .'He said, a smile on his face.
'My name is Sask Andril, and I am the man for the violin .'Said a chubby penis of the crew .'I have been playing since I was a wee one spinal column in New Rock .'He said, taking the instrument, and pulling the bow across the bowed stringed instrument in a fizzle of auditory sensation.
Lord Drad began with a low, long distinction, and the rest joined him, creating a calendar method of birth control and meter. They went on for seemingly a few hours, occasionally stopping for breath and ale. Arla sat in her death chair and listened to her Master child's play, and the musical note he used for each song. She was talented for picking out tune.
When the medicine stopped, Lord Drad put up his ocarina, and sat at his seat once more, the bunch dispersing below deck one by one. He was amazed that they got off the deck of cards without a engagement or an literary argument one. He was pleased how they handled their alcoholic beverage.
'Arla, we are going to carry a small walk of life about the ship, then go to bed, alright .'Godhead Drad told his slave, whom was now curled up in her chair, her cloak about her as fur. She got up, and went right into her Master 's arms, holding him for that lovingness, and consolation. She only let go when he started moving forward. 'When you get in bed tonight, make sure to put wood on the ardour first ... We will need it for tonight. We are getting closer to the rod, so the weather condition will now begin to get stale than you have ever felt before .'
Arla was lead to the butt of the ship, where the wafture ejected by the ship could be seen in the Moonlight. She was amazed to see a wave line about the back of the ship half the size of the ships own acme. She loved how the ship moved about the ocean, and the way it sailed gently, yet rocking all the same.
'We will be in Anvil within this hebdomad, Arla .'Her Master told her as they walked now to the front of the ship, seeing the rapid trend of the ship through the H2O. 'Are you ready to go a madam of the motor lodge ?'He asked.
Arla looked to her Master, and said with self-assurance. 'Master, I shall do as I can to please you. If it pleases you, I am fix, my Maker .'
Lord Drad stopped walking after they were at the mesa once more. He looked up, to the Moons, and then to his slave. 'You 're exceptional, Arla, I promise .'
The fire was lit scepter hot soon after they returned to Lord Drad 's William Chambers. He quickly got out of his cloak, and put on something thicker under it, then slipped it back on until the fire heated the room more. Arla stayed in her cloak, until the fervidness was at a steady roar, with wood stacked to its top.
It took a few transactions, but eventually, the pall in the air was gone, and Arla could ask off her cloak. Her victor took his off, and she grabbed it, to cling them both on the rack in the place. She then came back, and stoked the fire, opening up air in it, and more than flames. It was soon toasty warm in the cabin, enough for Lord Drad to strip and get into his bed.
Arla was not supposed to be in her clothes anyways, and quickly got out of them, before her Master caught her with it. She then came to the bed and knelt before it. 'Master, may I come up into your bed ?'She asked obediently.
He looked to her naked conformation, slightly shivering still from the bone chilling cold. 'Come, Arla, and join me in my bed .'He said softly.
Once in bed, she looked to her Master 's human face, and spoke. 'Master, I am required to tell you of my disobedience .'She said .'I was not nude, when I came into your way, and I apologize, professional. I ask that you be merciful with me, it being my inaugural time ?'Her eyes were big and gamey, her haircloth in her face as a doll.
But overlord Drad took no pity on dolls either. 'Yes, I know this. I noticed, but said cipher .'He spoke calmly .'I am going to let it go this once, to be fair, but soon, I will be punishing for offenses like that .'His voice was Sweet, somehow.
Arla nodded, then nuzzled into Godhead Drad 's neck and shoulder. Her nose was insensate, but her lips soft, moist, and warm. Her hairsbreadth smelled of bloom, as they laid in bed, she made the bed sheet feel like satin, covering him smoothly. He felt her arms go about him, and her lips kiss his neck. He leaned, putting her arm about her, and returning her kiss.
'Sleep, Master ?'She asked, innocently.
'Ahhh, yes, sleep, Arla'He said, turning, but still holding her, and closing his eyes. She did the same, sleeping as her head hit the pillow .