A Tale of a Dragonborn: House of Asterales [EK AAR]
A Tale of a Dragonborn
House of Asterales
House of Asterales
Ghaasph!
A figure, who just was sleeping, rises to a sitting position and panics.
„Aaaghh! Snake-snake-snake! Shit-shit-shit-shit!“
He tumbes out of his bed straight onto the stone floor.
He crawls quickly to the most distant corner of his room.
In there, he takes a breath to calm down and looks across the room.
„No snake,“ he wisphers to himself and sighs again in relief.
---
A woman in his bed looks at him with puzzled eyes:
„Ja’aran? Wha-what’s wrong?“
The noble stands up and assumes a confident posture:
„Who are you? And what are you doing here?“
„I am your wench, Ja’aran.“
„And what is your business in my bed?“
„Is there a need to ask such a question, my Ja’aran?
Isn’t it obvious? Come back to the bed, my dear.“
The noble realises the stupidity of the question
but still makes another query at the woman:
„Why have I ... hired ... you and your ... business?“
The wench starts playing with her hair and half-dreamingly ansvers the noble:
„Well ... your master ... apparently ... granted you Helkune in reckonition of your might.
Yesterday, you were J’mhad
and today, you are Ja’aran J’mhad of Helkune.
To celebrate, you brought me here."
J’mhad thinks a little,
takes a gold coin
and throws it to the wench:
„Here, have this!
Leave my room!
Go home!“
Wench gets dressed and leaves the room with a puzzled look on her face.
---
When the whench closed J’mhad’s door as she left,
he immediately rushed to his royal water bowl.
A khajiit with a grim and a dark appearance looked back at him from the eye washing water.
A figure, who just was sleeping, rises to a sitting position and panics.
„Aaaghh! Snake-snake-snake! Shit-shit-shit-shit!“
He tumbes out of his bed straight onto the stone floor.
He crawls quickly to the most distant corner of his room.
In there, he takes a breath to calm down and looks across the room.
„No snake,“ he wisphers to himself and sighs again in relief.
---
A woman in his bed looks at him with puzzled eyes:
„Ja’aran? Wha-what’s wrong?“
The noble stands up and assumes a confident posture:
„Who are you? And what are you doing here?“
„I am your wench, Ja’aran.“
„And what is your business in my bed?“
„Is there a need to ask such a question, my Ja’aran?
Isn’t it obvious? Come back to the bed, my dear.“
The noble realises the stupidity of the question
but still makes another query at the woman:
„Why have I ... hired ... you and your ... business?“
The wench starts playing with her hair and half-dreamingly ansvers the noble:
„Well ... your master ... apparently ... granted you Helkune in reckonition of your might.
Yesterday, you were J’mhad
and today, you are Ja’aran J’mhad of Helkune.
To celebrate, you brought me here."
J’mhad thinks a little,
takes a gold coin
and throws it to the wench:
„Here, have this!
Leave my room!
Go home!“
Wench gets dressed and leaves the room with a puzzled look on her face.
---
When the whench closed J’mhad’s door as she left,
he immediately rushed to his royal water bowl.
A khajiit with a grim and a dark appearance looked back at him from the eye washing water.
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