Wrath of Sithis

“Let’s see...Everything?” she replied without missing a beat. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be asking for a deal.” 

“And give you a cut of my profit?” Varasa placed a hand on her hip and inclined her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Sorry pal, can’t do that,” Varasa pursed her lips and shook her head once, “walking away when the going gets tough won’t keep me clothed and fed.”

“So long as you’re paying, I’d love to,” Varasa replied with a cheeky smirk and a wink.

“Oh really?” The womer practically purred, flashing him a devious smile. “And what makes you say that, darling?” She leaned forward over the table, propping her chin in the back of her hands and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

“By Molag’s hairy balls…” the womer exclaimed in a heavy sigh. “I have no desire to sell you. In fact, I want to hire you,” Varasa shook her head in frustration. “I need you to cause a scene. I’ll even pay you up front.”

“I agree with you, but sadly that’s not what I’m paid to do,” Varasa replies with a casual, unsympathetic shrug.

“Oh?” A devious smirk tugged in the corner of her lips and she inclined her head. “And where would we go? A secluded tropical island perhaps, where we’d be all alone? Or further north where we’d have to huddle together for warmth,” she teased, her voice soft and sultry.

Varasa stopped what she was doing, letting out a frustrated huff. “If I do, will you keep quiet?” She looked over her shoulder at him with a raised eyebrow. The last thing she needed right now was some stranger to give away her position or distracting her.

Varasa held the girl firmly by the arm, glaring at her with deeply furrowed brows and a scowl. “Give back what you stole first,” she demanded, holding out a hand expectantly and waggled her fingers.

“Nope,” was all the Dunmer said before she turned on her heel. She had already dealt with too much weird shit for one evening to want to add a ghost to that list.

The Dunmer shook her head. “They couldn’t pay in coin, but offered something of equal value. My business with them is done,” she told him with a casual shrug.

Varasa narrowed her eyes at the man and crossed her arms over her chest. “What kind of deal?” She asked suspiciously, looking him up and down to see if she could gauge his character.

“It’s alright, but I’ll hold you to that,” the Dunmer said, turning to look over at Nelle. 

“Unless you’re footing the bill, you don’t get to decide that,” she said curtly and shot him a stern look, pointing a finger at him. 

Varasa eased herself down on the log, sitting stiffly as pain shot through her abdomen and chest, causing muscles in her face to twitch. “It’s appreciated, but you don’t have to do this,” she said weakly, straining to breathe evenly. Sure enough, it would be much easier to get back to town with a little assisance, but she didn’t know this woman.