Windhelm

Figgin was careful to wake early enough and leave the cottage before any workers would arrive, so not to be accused of trespassing. He ate as he traveled the road continuing towards Windhelm. The sun wa out and the breeze was gentle on his back. The climb to Windhelm would be treacherous and long as it sat on top of the overshadowing mountains to the northeast. As he rounded the bend he heard a growl that he did not recognize. No animal he had ever known of made a sound like this. He drew his bow ready to face a snarling wolf or skeever, but what jumped out at him was neither, rather a a beast that, even though Figgin had killed a mythical Dragon, made him quiver and recoil in fear. The fangs of the Sabre Cat were bigger than Figgin's arm and the cat towered over the elf, making Figgin for once realize that he was an elf after all. Figgin retreated firing arrow after arrow into the beast's face. It finally fell at the feet of Figgin and just in time, as Figgin's next back peddle would have had him falling off the mountainside road into the ravine below.

Figgin finally reached Windhelm at 9:36 that night and by now had regretted not taking that carriage ride from Whiterun. He gave a beggar some coin and asked where the Aretino residence was. The beggar pointed to the northwest corner of the city and Figgin was off. He picked the lock and ascended to the top floor. The house was in complete disarray and the smell of burning candles with repetitive chanting could be smelled and heard from the moment he set foot in the place. He found the boy in a back room with the bones of a dead person surrounded by candles. Figgin interrupted the chanting and the boy was so delighted to see Figgin, why he had no clue. Then the boy explained that he was performing the Black Sacrament and thought Figgin was with the Dark Brotherhood. This was perfect, Figgin had to act like he wa sin order to get closer to the brotherhood. So he told the boy he was an agent of the brotherhood and asked what he could do to help. The boy told him he was an orphan and resided at the Orphanage in Riften, his parents had died and he was all alone. Figgin instantly connected with the boy and would have helped him even if there was no ulterior motives for himself. The boy told of the women running the orphanage, Grelod, and how wicked and mean she was. He wanted her dead and wanted Figgin to do the dastardly deed. Figgin was all too happy to oblige and figured while he was at it, asked for some type of payment. The boy said he had a family heirloom that was worth some money and he could have it upon the death of that mean old hag Grelod. Figgin agreed and left Windhelm for Riften. It was too late to walk there but too early to turn in so not to repeat his mistake from the day before, he took up a carriage ride and landed in Riften at 12:47 am.