Continuing from Starter
It was that special time of year for taxes. Gods how he loathed paying them, and he loathed paying them for each hold individually. Still this was his first home he had in Skyrim and the little cottage stood proudly amongst the little village, or at least in his mind it did. However inside was another matter all together. You see he was using it a a guild member rest stop. A safe place to rest their head in their travels for guild business. However, that many men using it was bound to cause a mess. The sharp stink was what caught him first. The smell of something dead and rotting somewhere. He hoped to the gods it was something small like a skeever and not something like an elk or a deer. Or worse a person. After an afternoon of non stop cleaning, he finally found what it was. His hopes where right and it was a dead skeever caught under a pile of dishes and discarded junk. A fork was what did the poor thing in. Holding his breath he put the thing in a sack and brought it outside into a pit he made for all the waste. Tossing it he gave out a quick and joltly shudder. He'd need to get more lavender to cover that smell. After opening a few more windows and prolong the door wide open, cleaning went a lot faster. Even the locals seemed glad the funny smell the town had was now gone. Still at the end Shoka was tired from all the work and sat back in front of a roaring fire he made in the fire place. The burning cedar, mixes with some dried lavender, filled the house with a pleasant smell further masking the odour that still tried to linger. The Nord pulled out a book and began to read from "The Real Adventures of Ragnar the Red.". A silly book about a children's song about not being smug. Still Ragnar seemed impressive even though most of these "facts" seemed completely unbelievable. As he read further he heard a knocking on his door. Confused he got up and answered it. As he opened the door he gasped staring at a ratty cloaked figure of what looked like General Tullius. He could hardly believe his eyes, he had heard about the Dragonborn killing him when the Stormcloaks took over Solitude, but he never guessed that somehow Tullius survived it. "I thought you were dead... I thought they killed you...". He didn't know if he should be glad or angry. His Stormcloak side said that he should off him right then and there, but his compassion for the Imperial legion told him otherwise. "Your lucky I don't kill Imperials. I may side with Ulfric, but I will never forget the day the legion saved me from the Imperial City Invasion. Come in and sit by the fire, I'll get you some food." @thecrimsongeneral
