The Khajit let loose a pained “Yowwl” like a house cat whose had its tail stepped on. He swung the blade and it glanced of Hadvar’s shield, Hadvar then drove his sword straight into the chief’s gut, and tossed him off the bridge into the water below. “These are the guardian stones, three of the thirteen ancient standing stones that dot Skyrim’s landscape. Carthalo laughed. Carthalo tossed the Khajit to Hadvar, who caught her before she fell. “It seems that the cunt is enjoying herself.” Carthalo said between ragged breaths. “Yup, they sent you at just the right time, don’t you think?”
They turned and Hadvar found a lever that lowered the drawbridge, as it fell, four bandits ran out from the hall beyond. Alright, let’s go fight some bandits.” Hadvar drew his sword and motioned to a small path leading up through the brush towards a tall cliff face. “NO!” he yelled. Women can kill and be killed just as easy as men can. He swung the blade and it glanced of Hadvar’s shield, Hadvar then drove
