Valtheim Keep

Middas 9:18 am

Morning came way too quickly for Figgin. He knew Faendal would be up and ready to go. Damn spitefully Bosmer. Actually, he has become quite fond of his new Bosmer friend. Weird, Figgin had no friends minus Clavius in 15 years. They continued their archery training until there was nothing else Faednal could teach Figgin. They ate breakfast and perused the outdoor shops in Whiterun. Figgin spoke to Fralia Grey-Mane and she seemed very paranoid and was rambling about her son and that he was taken by someone or something. Figgin really had no interest. He was eyeing her coin purse and felt the urge to relieve her of that burden but he had other matters to attend to. She asked to meet him at her house later to talk, they could not talk out here in the open.

Figgin and Faendal headed off to Valtheim Keep. The two snuck up tot the entrance of the keep and surprised the lone bandit sitting outside with a plethra of arrows. The bandits had no chance as the Dunmer-Bosmer connection made short work of them, sending two to a plummeting death into the raging river below. They looted the keep and kept it all for themselves. We can just tell the Jarl, that there was no loot but the bandits were dead. Upstairs Figgin found an enchanted bow "A Blessed Imperial Bow". Faendal explained that this bow would make the undead flee when used. Pretty cool thought Figgin and he decided to keep that one for himself.

Back at Whiterun the two unloaded their goods at The Drunken Huntsman. Figgin bought a Flaming Bow that causes Fire damage on its target. There was a female dark elf in the corner alone. The owner of the shop said her name was Jenessa. She was beautiful to Figgin and reminded him of his mother. Jenessa was a mercenary of some kind. He smiled at her as he left and thought, I must come back her eand talk to her when I have some time. For now they needed to get back to Riverwood.

On the way back to Riverwood, a lone Imperial Soldier attacked Figgin from behind a tree. With catlike reflexes, Figgin turned and fried the poor bastard in his tracks with flames from both hands. They pressed on to Riverwood as it was getting dark now. It was 1:38 am by the  time the reached Riverwood.  Tomorrow, Figgin knew he had to move on from Riverwood and do what he intended to do when he set out for Skyrim. His obligations to Gerdur and Ralof were done and now he could find the dark brotherhood and the thieves guild. the bartender in Whiterun told Figgin of a boy in Windhelm, an orphan, who had been seeking the dark brotherhood himself. Since that was the only lead he had, looks like he would be headed to Windhelm in the morning. He remembered there was a carriage for hire outside of Whiterun he thought of using to save the long walk to Windhelm. The part he dreaded the most was telling Feandal, it was time to part ways. He couldn't ask his new friend to join him on this road. This next chapter wa snot for the good hearted Figgin thought. He decided to wait until morning to tell him though. He was too tired to do it tonight.