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When the ship pulled into the harbor, Lord Drad came out of the cabin, and made his way to the deck. His first command was to lower sails, and make ready to dock. All of the crew began carrying out his orders with a haste.
Lord Drad was a Nord, from Skyrim, and he had all the fine qualities of such a person. His hair was long, and flowing, with blond and black streaks. His eyes pierced with a gray gaze. His body was firm, and stalky, yet tall and fair. His face was strong, with a built cheek line, and stern jaw.
His ship was called 'Winterwriter'. It was a large frigate vessel, which was used in his business of transporting goods to and from Solstheim Isle. It was a massive ship, compared to most Nord vessels, with five stories, and over a hundred feet long. It had three sails, and a row of oars. Its bottom most deck was the storage hold, and the second to the bottom was the rowing deck. The third deck down was the crew's quarters, and the fourth was the galley, and interactive area. The top deck was open, with a large cabin atop it, as the Captain's quarters.
Lord Drad spent most of his time in his cabin writing of his adventures and travels. He kept an avid Captain's Log, marking all his locations and trades precisely. He also took interest in Magic, which he practiced with awe. He kept most spell manuals that he could find in his personal library on board the ship, studying them with fervor
Lord Drad came from a family of well off merchants from Trasklin, on Solstheim. He was born to Lady Arial Trile, and Lord Hrothmund Drad, as Lord Nikolai Drad. He was seventeen when he began to sail with his father, to and from Skyrim and Solstheim, and he was twenty-two when he gained Command of the 'Winterwriter'.
The family's Lordship came from Emperor Julyan Seros of Tamriel, when Neven Drad served as His personal guard. His line was then granted lands in Solstheim, Skyrim, and Cyrodiil. In Cyrodiil, the Lords were granted lands near Anvil, where Lord Nikolai's cousin, Drotho, made his base; in Skyrim, they were granted lands in Winterhold, where Lord Nikolai Drad was based out of; and on the island of Solstheim, they were granted lands in Transklin, to the very north, where his father was now based out of, maintaining the Drad Merchant Co. from a distance, doing only the paperwork and invoices needed. Forevermore, were the Drad's to be Lords of those lands.
Lord Nikolai Drad now had full control of the Skyrim fleet, working under his father. He was Captain of the 'Winterwriter', and was Champion of the Drad Merchant company. Now at age twenty-four, he had achieved the highest standard he possibly could within the Drad Merchant Co. until he took over his father's position

Lord Drad told the crew to begin unloading their cargo, once docked at the port of New Rock. They were delivering much needed equipment and food to the workers of the settlement there, which were mostly miners and Soldiers in the Imperial Legion. He stayed aboard the ship, cataloging all that passed from his ship's hold. His hand scribbled about the parchment as his crew unloaded everything.
The Captain of the Fort made his way to the ship, after an hour or so of the ordeal, and stood at the docks. 'Captain Drad....' He said in a strong Imperial accent. 'I have word from Lord Hrothmund Drad, that is urgent. It was sent here last night by way of long ship'
'Hail!' Lord Drad said. 'Come aboard, and we shall discuss it.'
The Captain made his way to the deck, from the plank. He was accepted into the offices of Lord Drad's cabin. He had a seat at the comfortable chair in front of Lord Drad's desk.
'Please...you have news from my father?'
'I was told of an urgent delivery that you were to make. I know not the details, for they are concealed in this envelope.' The Captain set a leather envelope down on the Lord's desk. 'The messenger whom brought this to us said that your father was in need of assistance, and you were the only one whom could help in this matter. We were told not to look upon it, so as you can see by the unbroken seal, we have kept our part in this.'
Lord Drad looked to the envelope, and sure enough, his fathers seal was unbroken. 'Thank you, Commander.'
The Captain looked taken aback at this title. But before he could say anything to it, Lord Drad spoke. 'Commander......when a Captain is aboard the ship of another Captain, in order not to confuse rank, the title Commander is used for the guest.' Explaining it to him.
'I see.' He got out of the chair, and made his way to the door. 'If there is anything I can do for you, let me know. You and your crew have delivered our goods here more times than we can count, and we have always been satisfied with your service....never one broken jar of wine, nor one damaged crate of foods.'
'Then the pleasure of thine name, Commander, if you will?'
'Doshin, Hugo Doshin of Bruma, Cyrodiil.' He replied, then pounded his chest in salute to the Captain. 'Lord Drad'
'Commander Doshin.'
He left the cabin, and Lord Drad began to open the letter. He broke the seal, and found that his father's script was written upon the customary bright blue parchment of the Drad Merchant Co.


Nikolai,
I have an urgent delivery you must make for the Company. There is a shipment of armor waiting at the Imperial Legion Base in Ebonhart, in the South of Morrowind. It needs to be taken to Solitude, Skyrim as quickly as you can muster your ship to go. I would have another ship to do the job, but currently, they are all to the West, transporting the damned Blackwood Company Prisoners for the Emperor. The fee for this service, since it is so urgent, will be 6'000 septims. Make sure you get the money before you make the trip, for I think last time we dealt with those people, we were shorted by 2´000 septims.
Your father,
Lord Hrothmund Drad.

He sat the letter down upon his desk and walked to the cabin door. His crew was almost done with the unloading, but he knew that time was needed now. He took off his vest and hat, then went to work beside his crew members, unloading the crates from the hold. He was not afraid of labor at all, when it was called for.
They were paid 1'000 septims for the delivery. Lord Drad counted the coins by weighing them, then ordered his crew to restock what they could of food and supplies in an hours time. Lord Drad then went to the Captain's of the Fort Quarters.
'Captain Doshin, I have been sent to Ebonhart. Though I cannot give details of this, I can maybe be of some more use to you. We will be coming back this way in a weeks time....is there anything that you need from that region?' Lord Drad asked.
'Not right off hand, no.' Captain Doshin said, setting down the delivery invoice. 'But I do wish to ask about this new wine you brought. We ordered Cyrodiil 755 vintage, but the wine you have here on the invoice says 900 vintage.'
'It is 755 vintage that you are getting, be not fooled. But when my father saw you were making such a large order, he marked it as 900, so as to make the fee for you here more bearable..it is one of our ways of keeping our prices as low as we can.' Lord Drad explained. 'I assure you, the wine is just as you ordered, just packaged under a different year, to avoid the extra fees that the company would have to pay.'
'You mean avoiding taxes?' The Captain asked, with a small smirk upon his face.
'Avoiding extra fees, Captain.' Lord Drad corrected, making sure the Captain knew to keep quiet.
'Hell, I don't care, so long as the wine is good.' He said. 'Hell, if your taxes are going to my salary, and I am still getting five septims a week, then they can go plug themselves....I have no love for them, so do as you please, Lord Drad.'
Lord Drad nodded his head in salute, then walked back to his ship, which was now full of food and water supplies. He walked up the plank and manned the Captains nest, which was just at the wheel. Drad gave the order to pull out from the dock, and make whey
The ship's crew began to untie the ship and row out of port, and Lord Drad went into the Captain's cabin, to log the next journey they were to embark on. He began with the details of why, then the routs they were to be taking. His script filled the log's parchment quickly with a pretty cursive writing.

They were half way to Ebonhart, when Lord Drad decided that they could make an extra septim by stopping off in Gnaar Mok, and loading the ship with supplies to be taken to Ebonhart. He knew of the order, but had at first denied it, seeing as how far out of the way it was. But now, since he was going there anyway, he decided to make the extra stop, and pick up a shipment of kuama eggs, and deliver them to Ebonhart.
They pulled into port, and docked the ship. Lord Drad disembarked 'Winterwriter' and made his way to the town center. He walked into the House Hlaalu center, and spoke with the Lord of the town. He knew that the shipment was still needed, for he was the only ship that could make the order, and he declined at first.
'Lord Andilo, I am Lord Drad, of the Drad Merchant Co.' Began Lord Drad. 'I can now make that order of kuama eggs to Ebonhart, for our routs have changed.'
Lord Andilo smiled, and bowed his head. 'Ah, great.' He said. 'House Hlaalu indeed needs the trade, and could well use this opportunity. The crates are still at the docks, in the warehouse. Feel free to take them when you see fit. We don't have many services here, and our resources are dried up at the moment, but you may make use of our local goods shop if you need it.'
'I thank you.' Lord Drad said. 'However, we have a policy that we get paid before the shipment goes out, so we will need the Drakes upfront. I am sure you have done business with us before, so you know it is not going to be a defaulted order.'
'Yes, yes of course.' Lord Andilo said. 'What is the price of this?'
'I am figuring that the crates are around 100 pounds each, and that each one will take up around 5 cubic feet of space, so I will say 50 Drakes per crate, plus the transportation fee of 500 Drakes.' Lord Drad said. 'Also, if there are more than 50 crates, we will lower the crate prices to 40 Drakes per crate.'
'Is this a set price?'
'I am the Champion of Drad Merchant Co., and I have the power to negotiate on the spot, being the head of the Skyrim sector. Since the Solstheim sector right now is so overworked, they have sent me in the stead of it, so I retain all negotiation powers as I see fit.' Lord Drad explained. 'However, the prices I have set are well beyond fair, and there is not another company, including the Imperial Trade Co. that can get this for you for a lower price.'
Lord Andilo looked taken aback at this. He was of House Hlaalu, the negotiators, and this was by far some of the best business work he had yet to see. 'We could use you on OUR staff, Lord Drad.' He said, chuckling. 'Very well, we have 100 crates, and they are, yes, around a hundred pounds per crate. So that should come out to...' He did some math on his fingers. '4'500 Drakes for the whole shipment.' Lord Andilo then pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote on it. It was a check, for 4´500 Drakes. 'Cash it at Ebonhart, and you will receive it in gold there.'
'That is indeed what it would seem.' Lord Drad said. 'But now I must get to loading the cargo, for we are on a short time scale. I thank you for your business, Lord Andilo, and have a pleasant evening.'
Lord Drad walked out of the House Hlaalu center, and made his way to the docks, where his crew then began to load the crates into the cargo hold. The ship's bottom deck had a retractable ramp, which was on the side of the ship, used to take cargo directly to and from the bottom deck, making it easier to load and unload. So the process took only around 30 min, with all the crew, plus even Lord Drad, loading it up.

The ship left port at a little after sunset, making their way now to Ebonhart with a cargo of kuama eggs. Lord Drad made his way into his cabin, then his bunk, where he rested for a while. He had had a long day, and needed the rest. His crew would take shifts manning the sails, so they could rotate their rests, and still make it to Ebonhart within a decent amount of time.
As the ship sailed smoothly in the calm waters, Lord Drad dreamed. The swift motions of the ship cutting through the waters, and the rocking and swaying kept him in his peaceful sleep. He loved the sway of his ship.
His dream was of the waves of the Topal Sea, just between Elsweyr and Black Marsh. He had not yet sailed those seas, though wished to now greatly, hearing that the trade there was well. He imagined the sea to be smooth and the weather to be fair, with merchant vessels going to and from Cyrodiil and Valenwood. Yes, wondrous places indeed.
He awoke with a knock on his door. 'Captain Drad, we have spotted a pirate vessel, just a few miles behind us. They are gaining in on us fast.' The voice shouted.
Lord Drad got out of his bed quickly and put on his armor and sword. He was always prepared for pirates, whether he was a Lord or not. He went out on deck, and took a look through the spyglass. 'We have 50 men on this ship, and all are armed with sabers and dirks. Get them all prepared, Lieutenant.' He told his First Officer. 'Keep sailing fast as we can while they take shifts getting armed.'
'Yes, Captain.' Said the Lieutenant. 'First and second crew, gear up for battle! Third crew, sail fast, maintain speed!' He shouted.
Lord Drad spotted that they were around ten miles from the Hla Oad coast, and some twenty miles south of it. He knew that this battle would be a sea battle, indeed. They had not the time to pull into land, and could not afford to send a long ship out for help. No, they had to stay fast with their weapons.
Lord Drad went back into his cabin, and pulled out his bow, which was a heavy model made of Ebony, straight from High Rock. He put on his quiver of glass arrows, and then made his way out to the deck once more. The crew was now prepared to battle.
'Lieutenant, pull down the sails now, let them close in, and let them think we are surrendering. Do not let the men show their arms until I give the signal.' He commanded. 'We may yet get out of this.'
The Lieutenant gave the orders, and the sails were taken down. A white flag was raised above the mast, and the ship slowed to a halt Lord Drad made himself ready, by mustering his memory for useful spells.
The pirate ship approached quickly now. Soon, it was just next to them. A voice sounded from the ship. 'Captain of the 'Winterwriter', tell your crew to get on the deck, and keep their heads down, and their bodies flat against the deck!' It yelled. 'I am Captain Bravvard, of the vessel 'Brist'. I am taking your cargo, and your gold. You will remain on the deck until we are through with your vessel!'
'Do it.' Lord Drad said. 'But be prepared to get up and fight quickly.'
The crew, including Lord Drad, got to their bellies, and put their heads to the deck. The pirates came aboard the ship and began to go into the belly of it. Lord Drad waited patiently before he made his move. He knew it would take timing in order to pull this off just right.
When Captain Bravvard got aboard the ship, Lord Drad cast a spell of Wind, and the whole ship began to rock. Captain Bravvard was knocked off his feet, and Lord Drad made his move. He got up, and the crew all came up with him. Lord Drad went right for the Captain, and pulled out his saber.
'Stand down, you fool!' Captain Bravvard said hastily.
Lord Drad went straight for his neck, but was foiled when the Captain rolled over, pulling his sword. It was a huge claymore, and he jumped to his feet, swinging it broadly. The swing landed upon Lord Drad's saber, striking it from his hand. The next swing Captain Bravvard took just missed his head. But Lord Drad struck with a fireball, sending Captain Bravvard back ten feet, and knocking him back to his knees.
The crew was immersed in battle, as their Captains fought. They all swung their weapons, clashing the iron and steel with great power. All were in battle, even the runts of each ship.
Lord Drad retook his weapon and came at Captain Bravvard quickly, swinging it downwards with power. It hit him square in his chest, slicing him badly. He then swung again, this time slicing his arm with which he wielded his weapon. The next strike was a jab, piercing into the Captain heart, killing him instantly!
The crews stopped their battle momentarily as Captain Bravvard was struck down. Lord Drad took his hands and ripped into the wound in the Captains chest, then pulled out his stabbed heart. The crew of the pirate vessel was aghast with this, and many ran in fear of the Lord.
They tried to make way back to their ship, but Lord Drad command his men to kill them all. He began in a murderous fury. He struck down member after member of the pirate crew, and ripped at them with his hands as well, blood spraying about the deck of the ship, his armor, and over the sides, tainting the calm waters with red.
Every last member of the pirate crew was dead, when Lord Drad was finished. He took a look about his deck, and then said. 'Men, gather up all the armor and weapons of the fallen, both sides. Kick the scum off the edge, and then loot the ship. When all of value is taken, burn it into the sea, and make sure it sinks!'

They took all of value from the pirate vessel, including a chest of Sheogorath Statuettes, and a sack of skooma (an illegal drug, which enhances strength, and endurance, however, makes the taker hallucinate). The ship was then burnt. Lord Drad then told his crew to man their positions, and make weigh.
They arrived in Ebonhart early the next morning, with a full payload of kuama eggs, pirate weapons, and stolen goods. Lord Drad, before they unloaded their cargo, asked the Lieutenant to step into his office.
'Lieutenant Ply, as you know, we have on this ship many stolen goods.'
'Yes Captain!'
'And we have skooma as well.'
'Aye, Captain.'
'Here is what we are to do....we are going to tell the Imperial Legion here of what happened, but we are going to leave out the skooma. What was in that sack is around 600 bottles of it, and that will fetch a very very fair price on the black market, especially with the local thieves guild here in Vvardenfel.' He said to his First Mate. 'We will make our way back to Solitude, and deliver the weapons, of course, but on the way, we are going to stop off in Seyda Neen, where I know there is a den of thieves to be located. We will trade with them all the skooma, minus a bit for the crew, and then make haste to our destination.'
'Aye, Captain.' The Lieutenant nodded his head.
'Now, I am making a log about this attack, and a report to send back to my father in Solstheim. I will include ALL of the actions taken place, and I will make sure you are granted a ship of your own to command. You have earned this new position, and while I shall miss your abilities as a First Mate, I cannot let this action go unpaid. You fought bravely, and we lost only 4 men.'
'But Captai....' He was cut off.
'That is all, Lieutenant, your dismissed to go about loading.' Lord Drad said.

Skooma and Kindnesses

The 'Winterwriter' made its way to Solitude quickly, now with only weapons from the Ebonhart Imperial Fort, and a sack of skooma. It was a fair day, however, and the sailing was smooth still. Lord Drad made sure that he was well in detail to his father, when he was writing out the report. He included the actions of Lieutenant Ply, and the skooma as well. But, when writing in the Captain's log, he excluded the skooma, for legal purposes. He also included in the Log that he was recommending Lieutenant Ply for an advancement in the Drad Merchant Co.
The ship pulled into Seyda Neen at around six O'Clock that evening, under the false pretense of resupplying. They bought around 300 septims of food, just to make it look good. But while they crew were buying they supplies, Lord Drad made his way to an Inn, and searched out the thieves.
He walked in, and ordered a drink of vintage Skyrim Mead, which was his favorite drink while he was relaxing. This was no time to relax, but if he were to find the element that he sought, he needed to let himself back a bit. So, as he sipped his mead, he watched closely the other patrons of the inn. He waited patiently for the right moment, the right signs.
Then, as he took the last sip from his mug, he saw it. The handshake of one of the patrons carried more than a grip. It was a slip of the hand, and there was something to it. Something hidden, as they shook.
Lord Drad ordered two more meads from the bar, and then made his way to the patron whom he had seen take the slip. 'Would you like a drink, friend?' He asked the man, whom was of Nord blood.
The patron looked at him with a curious eye, and decided he should at least make a bit of an investigation into this, but took the drink. 'Sure, friend. And mead as well, so good to have a kinsmen offer a grand gift. But why me, friend?' He asked, as he took the mug of mead.
'I am looking for a fence.' Replied Lord Drad with an upturned eyebrow. 'Know of a place I can find one?'
The Nord looked at Lord Drad with curiosity. His green eyes flickered at the mention of this. Lord Drad wondered if he would play along. 'Down the street, you will find that there is a shop, they sell many things, including fence posts.' He said to Lord Drad with sarcasm in his voice, obviously playing a game to test the waters.
'But I am not looking to buy a fence, I am looking to make one.' Lord Drad replied, playing along. 'And I am afraid that the shopkeeper would not be happy if I asked to make one in his shop, with the items I am to make it with.'
The Nord smiled. 'Fences are fences, are they not?'
'Truly, they are not.' Lord Drad said, then continued. 'The type I wish to make is rather.....liquidy.'
'What is your name, friend?' Asked the Nord, now very interested, but still playing.
'My name you shall know as Pylon, for now.' Lord Drad said. 'And what is yours?'
'My name is no secret around here....I'm Raflod, the Braggart.' The Nord replied with comfort. 'But how can you make a fence from liquid?'
Lord Drad was loosing his patience now, however, and decided that the game needed to be ended, and business begun. 'I am looking to sell dreams, that come in a bottle. My dreams are worth much more than the casual fence.'
Raflod looked to Drad and smiled. 'Ale? Mead? We have that already!' He said loudly, sucking down another gulp.
'Enough, I am wanting to sell some skooma. Am I in the right place, or not?' Lord Drad said, loosing his composure with the drunken Nord. 'If I am not, I shall take my business somewhere else.'
Raflod shook his head now. 'No, no, you're in the right place....come, let us talk more upstairs, where there is a comfortable common room we may speak more freely.' He then began to walk up the stairs of the inn.
Lord Drad followed him up the stairs, and found himself to be in a comfortable room, with a couch, and a fire as well. There were many chairs, and a table with a deck of cards upon it. Raflod sat at the table, and beckoned that Lord Drad sit as well.
'So, you have come to sell skooma, eh. You look like the type of Nord who would be prancing around in Cyrodiil, not the kind that would be in a seedy town as this, selling drugs to the local Thieves Guild.' Raflod said, drinking a bit more of his mead.
'What I am, and my origins are of no importance to you. I am here to make business, not share stories.' Lord Drad responded sternly.
'Alright alright. Well, I am the local steward of the Thieves Guild in this town, and I am the one to talk to indeed.'
'That is well. Let us now commence with business.'
'How much are you looking to sell?'
'Five hundred and fifty bottles, each six ounces, and all are unopened.' Lord Drad said, having already counted them beforehand.
Ralflod whistled. 'You may be able to sell that much for a decent fence in say.....Gnaar Mok, but here, in Seyda Neen, you wont find anyone able to cover such an amount.' He said.
'What is a decent amount, to you?' Lord Drad asked.
'Well, where we are most prominent, in places like Gnaar Mok, and Suran, decent would be eighty septims per bottle. But here, there are very few whom can cover that. We would only be able to pay out....thirty septims per bottle. It is a robbery, but we cannot afford to spend so much.'
'And what if I were to say that I was willing to negotiate a little, to find a suitable price for both of us, be it gold, or otherwise....or both?'
'Otherwise?'
'I would be willing to receive thirty septims per bottle, along with a guarantee, that whenever I am in this town, the Thieves Guild will be accommodating to my needs, whatever they may be. I will be a regular customer here, if the hospitality is correct. I am very influential, and can make this town's Thieves Guild flourish with my business. Accept this offer, and I will come back here every time I have such types of goods in need of selling.' Lord Drad explained to Ralflod. 'When you get your economy up, then prices will get better, for the both of us. It will help us both in the long run.'
Ralflod thought about this for a while, and drank more of his almost empty mug of mead. 'Alright, I can do that. We have a small sanctuary here in Seyda Neen, just outside of town. Take the road past the silt strider, and when you find a cavern, enter it. I will be waiting there at midnight tonight. Bring the skooma with you, and you shall get paid when we have it. But even with the price so low, we will only be able to afford to take say....three hundred bottles.'
'You can make up the difference in the future.' Lord Drad said. 'I will come there with three men, and we will have the skooma with us.'
Ralflod smiled. 'Then we shall meet again soon, friend.'

Lord Drad had his crew pull out the sack of skooma from the cargo hold, which was quite heavy. They put it on a cart, and began moving it to the caverns Ralflod spoke of. The three men that Lord Drad chose to accompany him were Lieutenant Ply; Privet Uls, a High Elf; and Privet Doil, an Imperial whom had joined the crew earlier that year.
When at the cavern entrance, Lord Drad opened the gate. He was greeted by Ralflod, along with a few other people, all of them Dark Elves. 'Pylon. Good to see you made it.'
'Well met, Ralflod.'
'Just have 'em set the load down right there.' He pointed to a small area of the cavern. 'We have the gold waiting for you, but will count and weigh the load first. Elis, Arthis, take the load down to the chambers, and count it....I'll take care of the funds.'
Lord Drad waited as the Elves took the payload down the cavern halls. He then leaned against the cavern walls, and made himself comfortable. His crew waited about him, uneasy at the element they were in. Lord Drad knew what he was doing, but his crew was still on edge, for thieves were not to be trusted.
'Alright, now, the gold will be in bars, for that is what we trade in here. It is much easier to trace septims, and we don't need that trouble, especially with the Imperial Offices right here in town. So, if it is fine with you, we will begin.' Ralflod said.
'It is fine with me.'
'Good.'
'My name, Ralflod, is Lord Nikolai Drad, of the Drad Merchant Co. I am the Champion of the Co. and the head official of the Skyrim faction. This loot was taken from an attacking pirate ship, along with a few other items. Now you know whom I am.' Lord Drad said. 'I feel that a business relationship should have a certain amount of trust, especially this type.'
'I see.' Ralflod replied. 'Well, you know my name already, and now you know our hideout....so I think the trust on our part is complete. But call me Flod, please.'
'Alright Flod.'
One of the Dark Elves came up the hall, and spoke in low voices with Flod. Flod nodded, and sent him back down the halls. 'Alright, it all checks out, and now here is your gold.' He walked over to a small crevice, and pulled back a tarp. Under it were six gold bars. 'They are, you should know as a merchant, worth the agreed upon amount of gold.'
'I agree.' Lord Drad said, nodding his head. 'Lieutenant Ply, take them, and make your way back to the ship. I will finish this deal here. Make sure the ship is ready when I get back, we need to sail before first light, in order to make it to Solitude on time.'
'Aye, Captain.' He then picked up the gold, and handed a few pieces to the other members of the crew, walking out of the cavern.
'Now, we have done a good amount of business, Flod.' Lord Drad began. 'With what I have sold you, and have given as well, your economy here should be rather good. I am taking it it will take you around a month or so to fence off this much skooma. I will return in two months or so, and with more items that need fenced. I will be expecting a better economy from this section of the esteemed Thieves Guild then, for this is a plenty good start for your lot.'
'Yes, yes, this will boost us quite nicely, and you are sure to see more gold come from us in the future....and we will not forget this kindness, Lord Drad.' Flod said with honor. 'If ever you require our services...any of them, we will be happy to help. I consider you to be a sleeper agent for us. I know of you, and I will make sure you have all benefits of being in our guild, without, of course, actually being in it.'
'Thank you.'
'Much welcomes.'
'But now I must make haste, lest my cargo be late.' Lord Drad said, turning to return to his ship.
'Wait!' Flod said.
Lord Drad turned to face him, and raised an eyebrow. 'Yes.'
'Would you be interested in a pet?'
'A pet?' Lord Drad inquired. 'Is there significance to this, Flod?'
'The humanoid kind.'
'Hahaha, a slave?' Laughed Lord Drad, shaking his head.
'Yes, a little Nord girl.' Replied Flod with a smile. 'She was sold to us legally, but she is of no use to a bunch of thieves. She is only twenty years, and her hair is red as fire. She is from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and is very petite for a Nord woman. She is well fed, but her build is small naturally, I guess. We are not cruel here, and have treated her well. She just is small.'
'A small Nord? Hahahaha!' Lord Drad chuckled. 'I've never heard such a thing.'
'Elis!' Called Flod. 'Bring up the Nord, Arla!'
Elis could be heard from down in the caverns, and chains being unlocked. They came up the halls, and stopped at Lord Drad and Flod's presence.
'Here you are, Lord Drad.' He said. 'As you can see, she is well nourished....just small, as I said.'
Arla was just as Flod had described. Her hair was long, and fiery red. Her eyes were of a bright blue, and big as stars. She was petite in build, standing only five foot seven, and having small shoulders. Her breasts were average sized, compared with her build, and her face was as a graven image upon rock, pretty and stern.
'I see you are right.' Lord Drad commented. 'And what is this going to cost me if I said I were interested?'
'You gave us a very large amount of skooma, and you were kind enough to give us credit...consider this a gift, from one Nord to another.' Flod said in a booming voice.
Lord Drad stood with his hands at his sides. He thought about this, and the implications of such a thing. He knew that slavery was banned in the rest of Tamriel, but not here in Vvardenfel. But once across the boarders, she would be free.
'And don't worry about her going free. She is under a special contract, which makes her a legal slave, in all provinces of Tamriel.' Flod explained before Lord Drad could even ask the question. 'Here are the papers.' He handed a set of documents to Lord Drad.
He took the papers, and then read them. Sure enough, it was legitimate. 'Alright, this is acceptable. Does she have her chains, or are you to keep those, and I find my own?'
'Ah, she came with no chains...we have been using just a set of shackles that we stole from an Imperial Guard a few months back.' Flod said. 'We just got her a week ago. She is rather shy, as you can see, but from what I have seen, she is built like a slave, and is willing to serve.'
'I am sure you have seen....and felt.' Lord Drad commented.
'Ah....as I said, we are not cruel.' Flod said. 'We did not touch her, and she is pure. A slave is not to be used like that here. We were going to sell her in Sadrith Mora, to the local slave market there, but had not gotten around to it yet. But since you have offered us a kindness, we shall offer you this kindness in return.'
'And I thank you, Flod.' Lord Drad said. 'I however, am not so kind as your lot, and will use her as a slave. If I am to have her, she is to be property to me, and I shall do as I please to her, or with her.'
'Hey, that's your business, Lord Drad.' Flod said. 'We also have a book here, down in the cavern. It's on how to train a slave, the exact methods. She is already built like a slave, so it should be rather easy for you.'
'Alright, then I shall accept, and take her.' Lord Drad said. 'I will still be back here in two months, however, and with more loot.'
'That is well, Lord Drad.' Flod said. 'Elis, go and get that book, it's on the chest in my chambers. Give it to Lord Drad, so he can leave for his urgent journey.'
Elis ran down the halls, and returned quickly, with a leather bound book in his hand. He handed it to Lord Drad.
'Then now I must get going, Flod. Thank you for all you have done.' Lord Drad said, now turning to leave. 'Come, Arla, we have to go quickly. I have an appointment to make in Solitude.'
Arla followed closely by him all the way to the ship, and always a step behind him, in respect. He boarded the ship, and made his way into his cabin....Arla stayed just outside the door.
'Come.'
'Yes, Sire.' She entered.
'I have but one bed.' Lord Drad said, sitting at his desk and placing the slave documents and book upon it. 'I do have an extra blanket, for the harsh winters of Solstheim, that you may use to sleep on the floor if you wish. But when we get up to the North, you will freeze if you do not use both, as will I. So I am afraid you will have to bunk with me during those times.'
'Yes, Sire.' She replied, bowing her head.
'I prefer either Lord, or Master.' Lord Drad corrected her. 'Now, go into my chambers, and rest...the blanket is in my closet, next to my chest.'
She walked behind him, and opened the door to his chambers. She walked in, shutting the door, and rummaging through the closet for the blanket. Lord Drad then opened his Log, and begin to write, telling of his new found pet. He left out the thieves as best he could, substituting them for traveling slave traders. He also kept out the gold bars.
Lord Drad walked out of his cabin, and told his Lieutenant to man the port, and set sail straight for Solitude. He said to make it quickly, and have all men man their positions, for they were behind schedule by a day and a half now. All he could hope for to get to Solitude on time was that the weather sent him a wind and no storms.

Her Tale
'Winterwriter' sailed quickly through the choppy waters of the Vvardenfel coast. It was two days later that they arrived in the Sea of Ghosts, where the mouth of the channel opened up and let them into the high Seas. Lord Drad was glad that they had made good headway here.
The wind was kind to them so far, and Lord Drad was glad for that. He decided to not go out to sea too far, and stick to the coasts of Morrowind and Skyrim, in order to avoid storms and pirates. It would slow them down only a bit, and the benefits greatly outweighed the risks of such a move.
Arla was turning out to be a well trained slave, once Lord Drad used the tactics that he found in the book Flod gave him. The book was titled Pets and Masters: a skilled guide to training any race as a slave. He found it most useful, and within days, Arla was already getting to know his will better than he thought possible.
As he made his way about the deck, she followed one step behind him, and always with her hands behind her back, showing her servitude to him. When she noticed that he wished to pick something up, she quickly did it for him, and held it out for him to take with a bow. Her every action served Lord Drad perfectly. But she was not quite fully trained yet, and Lord Drad knew it would take time, so he was patient.
The crew of the ship knew that she was his slave, but not how he had acquired her. They had an idea, but no exact details. They all kept quiet about it around Lord Drad as well, minding their own business. They had been with him long enough to know his methods were his own, and he was under no man's watch but his own.
'Lieutenant, how much supplies do we have?' Lord Drad asked, as he met his Fist Officer on the deck.
'Enough to last for another three days of sailing, but the crew, I have heard, is getting tired of eating simple bread and fish....they want meat.' Lieutenant Ply said. 'That is just what I have heard, Captain Drad.'
'I see.' He remarked. He thought for a second. He searched his memory for where the nearest port was from where they were. 'Okay, we shall make a stop in one days time. At that time, send out a hunting party, and have them bring back enough meat for another three days. Send ten men, and have them return within the day, regardless of how much they have caught.'
'Yes Captain' Replied Lieutenant Ply.
'Also, you have yet again served me well, Lieutenant Ply, so I am promoting you to Admiral of the ship, and of the Drad Merchant Co.' Lord Drad said. 'You may make a log of this promotion, but make no remarks as to why. I don't wish to have any written evidence of our activities as of late. We may be doing this on a regular basis, and I don't need some snoopy Imperial Guard to find any evidence. As of right now, we are carrying only legal goods, and we are going to keep it that way.' Lord Drad said, knowing they still had 50 bottles of skooma in their cargo hold, in a secret area.
'I understand, Captain.' The Admiral said, understanding that as far as he was concerned, they did not exist.
Lord Drad then made his way to the Galley, and sat at a table. Arla sat next to him, a foot away. She sat with her hands upwards upon her knees, awaiting for any indication as to what her Master would want.
'Arla, go to the kitchen, and get a meal. All meals are the same here for now, so just ask a cook to make two plates, one for you, and their captain.' Lord Drad said.
While she went to fetch food, Lord Drad pulled out his parchment and charcoal pencil, and began writing.

My dear Father,
We have made our way to Solitude, and should be there within the next few days. By the time you receive this, we will have made our delivery and will be empty of cargo. I request that Lieutenant Ply, whom is now and Admiral of this ship, to be given his own ship to command.
He was well skilled when the pirates attacked, as I have recorded in the accompanying letter to you. He has served me well in all things, and deserves to have his hand tried at commanding a ship. I would suggest that he start with a simply merchant class cruiser, and make the simple rounds between Northpoint and Farrun, in High Rock. It is an easy rout, and has no need of complicated orders.
I have come across a slave, as well, father, and have been training her well. She is under a special contract, which I have studied with care, that allows her to be a slave in any province. It turns out she was taken prisoner from Dawnstar, Skyrim, and the Imperial Legion there had her as a slave.
Her crimes were that of killing a Noble, whom was her brother. She was charged with the crime, and hence, is now a slave. She can never be released, only sold and traded to new owners. I have taken her as my own, and she is turning out to be a well deserved treat.
I hope you and mother are doing well, and all is well with the house. How is the new ship coming along? I heard that it was to soon be finished, and added to the Skyrim fleet. If that is so, I would like to know where it will be docked, so I may make routs for it as soon as I can.
I will be making my way back to Solstheim, even as you read this. I am going to make my usual port at New Rock, where I will await your orders. I do hope that I will be having a more regular trade route, for being on random deliveries is getting taxing on the crew.
I have one more request: May I make my way to the Topal Sea. I wish to try my hand at those waters. There are many trade routes there, and of course Anvil and Bravil have good trade.
With love, your son,
Lord Nikolai Drad

As Arla came back to the table, she sat the plates of food down, one before her Master. Lord Drad folded the letter up and put it into his vest pocket. Arla waited silently, as Lord Drad ate his food.
He then realized that she was waiting for him to let her eat. She was a good slave, and followed protocol exactly. 'You may eat, Arla.' He said kindly.
She picked up her fork, and began cutting the baked fish. Her hands shook as she put the food to her lips and ate it. The fish was tasteless, for it was not seasoned, being freshly caught, there was no need to waste salt on curing it. But she ate it without complaint, for it was food, and she was grateful for that.
Lord Drad finished his meal of bread and fish, then got up. Arla stood when he got up. 'You may finish eating. I will be on the bottom deck, checking the cargo hold. Come find me when you have finished your food.'
'Yes, Master.' She said, then returned to her meal.
Lord Drad pulled out his parchment once more, and made his rounds, checking the condition of the crates, the quantity, and the amount of space they took up. He also took notes on how much weight that they had, and how low the ship sank into the water, while carrying them. He was very professional about cargo, for he had never once lost a shipment, or had a broken crate of goods; he wanted to keep it that way.
He was almost finished calculating the space for the crates, when Arla came down the steps to the cargo hold. She came up to Lord Drad, and got to her knees, bowing her head in presentation. 'We will be stopping ashore for around twelve hours tomorrow. At that time, you are to stay aboard the ship as the men hunt. I will be going to collect herbs and other such things, so you shall occupy your time by studying the texts I have set for you.' Lord Drad gave his orders.
'Are there any orders I have as of now, Master?' She asked.
'This is the invoice, for the delivery of the weapons from Ebonhart to Solitude, Skyrim.' He handed her the invoice, keeping the calculations for himself. 'Take them to Admiral Ply, and tell him to sign his name to them. Return when you are done. I may not be here, but find me.' He ordered. 'Dismissed.'
She quickly went about performing her tasks, and Lord Drad went about finishing his calculations of the crates. There were forty crates of weapons, each taking up around seven cubic feet of the cargo hold. They were already paid for their services, so it only mattered for documentation's sake that he calculated the space and weight of the items.
The Drad Merchant Co. was paid 6'000 septims for their delivery, as a service fee, and 100 septims per crate as the delivery fee of each crate. This was one of the best deals in all of Tamriel, and the Drad's knew it. They made it so cheap for shipping, because they had ways around the taxation laws, letting them lower their prices. This was why when even the Imperial Legions needed weapons shipped, they came to the Drad Merchant Co..
Lord Drad went to the holding room, where the gold for completed deliveries and other such actions were kept. He counted all the septims that he had acquired, and added them up. It came out to 24200 septims, including the gold bars...but he left them out, making it 15200 septims that he put on record for his fathers bookkeeper to manage. He logged all transactions, and then opened a secret trap door to a small area just below the last deck. He put the bars of gold in the hidden area, where the skooma was also, to keep them safe. He then placed the rug back over it, keeping it out of sight.
Lord Drad walked up the stairs to the fourth deck, where the huge oars were all tucked away neatly. He went up the stairs there, and made his way to the crew's quarters. He was greeted by Privet Uls.
'Captain.'
'Privet Uls.' Lord Drad replied. 'Continue as you were.'
'Yes captain.' Privet Uls commented, now going about what he was doing.
Arla met Lord Drad on the top deck, at the Captain's nest, and presented herself to him. 'Follow.' He said, having no other duties for her to perform at that time. He then made his was to his office, where he put the calculations and orders in his desk. They would be given to his father, when they returned to Solstheim next.
Arla stood behind Lord Drad as he wrote in his log, marking that the calculations would be in his desk, and the actions that he performed. Lord Drad, though he acted as though he did not care to notice her, was well aware of her presence. He rather enjoyed her silent company, and thought heavily about her as of late.
What was her story? When did she murder her brother, a Noble? For what reasons? All these things ran through Lord Drad's head.
'Arla, go fetch my cloak from my chambers, I am getting rather cold.' Lord Drad ordered her. She went immediately and got his cloak for him, and wrapped it around his shoulders for him. 'Thank you.'
She didn't make any action to provoke thoughts about this, but she was much taken aback that her Master had said 'thank you' to her. It was simply her duty to obey him in any way that he wished. She thought about this, though kept her focus upon her Master always.
Lord Drad pulled out a pipe from his desk, and set it down, then pulled out a leaf of fine tobacco from his vest pocket. 'Arla, sit please, and learn.' He said. He began to explain how to tear the leaves, and pack the pipe, so she was able to do so.
He picked up the leaf, and tore it into three strips, then again, ripping them, essentially shredding them up to a fine hash. 'You see, you make sure that the leaf is clean of stems, and that the shreds are small, so the tobacco burns well in the pipe, otherwise, it will go out too easily' He said, commenting on his methods. He then took the tobacco and placed it in his pipe, packing it firmly, but not too tightly. 'You want it to be firm, but not tight, so that the airflow is just right, letting it last longer, but not burn out.'
His pipe was made of boar tusk, and was around five inches long, with a very subtle curve. It had a lid in the bowl, for snubbing the coal for later use, as well, and the tip, which was put to the lips, was fitted with a comfortable rose leaf wrapping, which could be replaced as need for freshness.
Lord Drad picked up the pipe, and lit a match, puffing the pipe with ease, now leaning back in his chair. He thought to himself as he puffed. What is she thinking right now? Did she actually learn how to fill and pack this thing?
He sat upright again after a few more puffs, and closed the lid, snuffing the coal. 'Now, from now on, you are to carry this, and all other tobacco equipment that I wish you to, so that you may shred and pack on the spot as I desire.'
'Yes, Master.' She said, nodding her head. 'May I use the loo, Master?' She asked, now squirming in her chair all of a sudden.
'Yes, you may.' He replied. She walked into his chambers, and then he heard a door close, indicating she was in the bathroom. He sat to himself, and thought of what needed to be done in the next few days. His duties were lax, as of late, for the sailing took care of itself mostly, and the crew handled most of the loading and unloading. He did know, however, that he should be studying flora, for his harvesting of herbs when they made a stop the next day. He pulled out a book titled The Special Alchemy: plants and other substances for alchemical and food purposes..
He flipped through the pages of the book, studying the text carefully, and looked to the section of Skyrim, where it listed the common plants of Skyrim, and what they looked like, their properties, all about them. Arla returned, and knelt at his side, awaiting orders, as he read through the book. He didn't take his eyes from the pages, when he told her. 'Have a seat, be at ease for a while. I have no orders for you at this time, Arla.'
She sat in the seat opposite of the desk, and placed her hands upright upon her knees. She sat straight, with good posture, and kept her gaze solely upon her Master, focusing all her attention to him. Lord Drad kept his eyes upon his book, but knew she was watching him, and that did make a certain dent in his mind; like a distant thought to the back of his brain, that someone was at his full attention.
'Master, may I speak?' Arla asked.
'You may.'
'If I may make a suggestion.' She began. 'I have noticed you are reading about flora, and I know that you told me to stay on the ship when we make land, but it is my duty to inform you of my usefulness in such an area.' She paused.
'Go on, Arla.'
She gulped, making her first initiative really as a useful slave, taking a step for herself, getting to know her duties to him, rather than being a simple robot. 'I was a botanist, back in Dawnstar, and I am very skilled with flora, especially in Skyrim. The cold keeps many plants from growing, but also, many have adapted to the weather.' She continued, now more comfortable, seeing that Lord Drad was not showing negative emotions to her statements. 'I think I may be of use to you, if you wish to collect herbs. If I may inquire what purposes the herbs you are looking for shall serve as.'
Lord Drad kept an eye to her, but showed no emotion in his face. He thought for a second, then said. 'I am looking for herbs that will spice food up a bit. Meat is well and good, but I want to find something that is going to make it a treat to eat. Something that will light up any man's tongue.'
'Yes, Master' She said.
'What exactly are you asking of me, Arla?'
'May I go with you, when we land?' She replied, a hopeful look in her eyes. She was eager to learn, and to please now, and Lord Drad saw that. 'I would like to help as best I can.'
'You may go with me, Arla.' Lord Drad decided. 'But when we return, you are to come back to this very room, and study these texts.' Lord Drad pulled out a stack of three parchment papers from his desk, and laid them on the top.
'I shall, Master.' She said, then was silent.
Lord Drad then continued reading the book with a comforted mind. He knew he COULD search for the plants, but with difficulty. Now he had someone skilled in the craft with him, and he could make use of that.
After a while, he set down the book upon his desk, and looked to Arla. 'Tell me about yourself, all about yourself, Arla.' He said with a curious voice.
'What would you like to know, Master?' She asked with a pretty voice, eager to please.
'Well, let us start with the not so happy subject of your imprisonment.' Lord Drad said. 'I don't wish to make you sad, or angry, but I need to know of your past, in order for you to serve me correctly'
'It matters not my disposition, Master. Only if you are pleased with me, is my duty done.'
'Then tell me about it, Arla.' He said, calmly.
'Well, when I was fifteen, I had begun to learn of spells and magic, from a local mage in Dawnstar. I was avid in my studies, and I did well to learn the ways of magic, and all schools of such learning I did well in. The mage's name was Ilina, one of my brother's many interests.' Arla said. 'She found him to be....unwantable, however, and refused to let him advance on her further. He did not take kindly to that, and began to pursue her even more. He was a drunkard, though he was a Noble in the courts. She kept teaching me, however, and even taught me all about flora and alchemy; that is where my knowledge of such things come from.
One day, my brother got very drunk, and came to her home, where me and her were practicing magic: the school of destruction. He came at her, and tried to force himself upon her, but she cast a paralyze spell upon him. She then issued his stiff body from her house, and closed the door. An hour later, him, and three others came to her house, and barged in. I was in the next room when I heard the commotion, and decided to investigate.
They had her down, and were stripping her of her clothes. Since she was wearing only her mages' robe, they were able to get it off easily. I cast a spell at them, with an area affect, from the school of Illusion, making them disoriented But they were resistant to it, and turned their eyes upon me. My brother kept going at Ilina, but she tried to fight him off of her. His comrades came at me, and I knew not what to do!
I had a dagger tucked inside my robes, which I used to cut flora when studying plants and such. I pulled it out, and held it at them. The laughed at me, and came quickly across the room!
I empowered it with a spell, and sliced the first one deeply through his chest! His scream pierced the house shrilly. I then spun, and caught the other on his throat, blood spraying about me and the floor. My brother saw the blood, and ran over to me, catching my arm with the dagger in it. He turned it upon me, and I had no other choice but to attack him, lest he kill me! I cast a destruction spell, catching him square in his chest, sending him flying across the room into his comrade. He was dead when he hit the the ground.' She paused, now with a face that was intrinsic to a bad memory such as that. 'His other partner ran to the door, and quickly made his escape. I went right to Ilina, and helped her up. She quickly put her robe back on, and took notice of the situation.
'What did you do?' She asked with a voice of gravity as I had never heard her before. 'He was a Noble....we'll be hanged for this! We must go, NOW!'
I took my dagger from my brother's hand, and cleaned it off, putting it back in my robes. His friend with the chest wound was still alive, although barely breathing. Ilina restored him as best she could with a healing spell, and some herbs we had collected earlier that day. She then gave him instructions on how to sustain himself until help arrived for him.
After she gathered a few things, which consisted of a bag of septims, and a pack, she took my hand and yanked me out of the house with her. We were fleeing, knowing that there was no chance of getting let off, even with the attack on her. My brother was a Noble.
She got her horses ready, and we mounted them, riding off as quickly as they could carry us. Her home was to the West of town, so we knew we had a chance to make it to the nearest port and escape Skyrim, if we took the back roads, and kept to ourselves.
On the way, she talked with me. 'We are going to go to my teacher's home, in Solstheim. He has a place in New Rock, and we can hide there until we can find passage to Vvardenfel, where there is no expedition of criminals to any other Imperial Province.' She explained.
We made our way to the coastal regions, and took a sea path to the nearest port. We let the horses free when we were but a mile away from the port, so as not to draw attention by being rid of them in the town. When we got there, however, news had already spread of the attack!
The guards noticed us from the description given, undoubtedly by my brother's comrade. They pursued us, and we ran once more, but could not escape, for they were on horseback. They quickly caught us. Ilina cast invisibility upon me, and told me to run, as the guards overtook her. She faught them as best she could with non-lethal spells, and that is the last I ever saw of her.
I ran until I could run no more, and then the spell wore off of me. I was left to my own. All I had was the knowledge of the plants, and the mind of a mage. Ilina was a part of the Mages' Guild, but had not yet initiated me, wanting me to learn for one more year before I became a member. But now all I could do was to sustain myself.
I found a small cave, and hid myself there, thinking what I could do next to escape my situation. But there was nothing I could think of. I knew nothing of her teacher in Solstheim, and I knew not of any way to get to Vvardenfel without taking a sea port, which I was sure all the guards had been alerted of.
So, after two days of staying hidden in the cave, and eating only the small amount of edible flora there, I came out, and made my way to the East. I knew I would run into a small settlement somewhere, and hopefully, it would be a place secluded enough to not have any Imperial Guards of the Skyrim Legion there.
I sustained myself on the many plants along the way, and drank of melted snow. I was cold, having only the mages' robes, but I made due with a spell from Illusion, with added warmth to my body. I knew I could make it, if only I could find a safe place for a few days.
I found a small village after a few days, and made my way slowly into the town center, seeing no sign of Imperial Guards. I went to the inn, and asked for the name of the settlement. They told me the town was called Krushlef, and that it was just South of the port of Prothhilt, which was where Ilina and I were caught by the guards.
I begged them to let me stay the night, but they would not let me without the gold. So I had to be on my way again. I made my way North, going closer to Prothhilt. I found a small stream, just barely trickling with water, for spring was coming in, and it was not frozen completely.
I cleared a circle in the snow, and made a small fire there. I knew it was risky, with guards searching, but I needed warmth and the fire would keep the predators away. So I slept until the morning.
As were my fears, the guards had spotted me, and were surrounding me when I awoke. They grabbed me, and pushed a cloth sack over my head. I felt a harsh hit to the back of my head, and all was lost, until I woke up the next morning in a cell of iron.
At my trial, I was constrained with a magical barrier, and was testified against by my brother's comrade. I was sentenced to serve a life of slavery, in any province that I was in, never to be released, only to be passed from one owner to the next, until I die. But that was not my concern.
I had learned, at the trial, that the guards had brought Ilina to Dawnstar once more, where she was tried and executed for her actions against a Noble. She defended herself, but my brother's comrade had testified there as well, sealing her fate. My parents, whom were dead, were Nobles, and that made me a Noble, though of lesser worth than my brother. That is the only thing that saved me from the same fate as Ilina.
As I was shipped to the slave market, I cried to myself over grief of Ilina, and I could not stop. I was so torn by her fate, and by the actions of my brother, that I could not control myself. My mind shut down, and I was alone, I knew.
My first master was a Nord by the name of Hekleif, whom lived in Solitude. He and his wife, Neira, used me as a servant to their house, and treated me very well. They were both kind to me, and fed me well. I grew to love them, as I served them well.
When I was nineteen, they moved to Vvardenfel, Morrowind, to the city of Vivec. It was grand and beautiful then, where the Man-God lived. Every building stood with great glory, and all the people were high and noble, even the High Elves, whom hated the Nords, as far as I was always told. Hekleif liked the city, and he and Neira were both stable living in the Foreign Quarter.
When I was almost twenty years of age, they went bankrupt, for Hekleif and Neira both lost their jobs. They were forced to sell me in the slave market in Vivec, and also their home there as well. They had to move to the city of Caldera, near the Ash Mountains. I never saw nor heard from them again.
I was kept in the slave market until I was twenty, being trained properly as the market saw fit, as a slave. They taught me what I now know to this day, of serving, and of being owned. They were professional about it, and they taught me well.
The documents that you hold, you will notice, state my magic abilities, and they kept that in careful consideration. They put an enchantment on me that limited my magic, to only let me perform healing magic upon myself, and others. Only one person I know of now, has the ability to lift that enchantment.
I was sold soon after I turned twenty, to a Dark Elf named Tarjain. She lived alone in Pelagaid, and needed a servant to tend to the crops she had growing there. She quickly recognized my skills, and was much satisfied with me...until one day she came to me, and told me she was selling me to a few traveling slave traders. She gave me no reason, and only one day notice.
The slave traders were cruel to me, and fed me not but once per day. They traveled all the way to Seyda Neen with me, in a caravan. There, they stopped at an inn, and I was sold to the men you received me from.
They were kind, and fed me well. They kept me in a cave, for which I was not the gladdest person, but I served them as best as I could. They only made me perform chores such as cleaning and washing, and other such things. Ralflod was kind to me as well, and told me of his business even.
After three months, you came along, and here I now sit, Master.' She ended her tale. Her cheeks were red as her hair now, and her eyes low to the floor.
Lord Drad walked to her, and picked her chin up with his finger. 'Thank you for sharing with me your tale. Some was sad to hear, and other parts well to hear. But I tell you, I am glad to have heard it all, for I now know a little bit about you. One day, I shall tell you my full tale, though not so interesting as your own is.' He said.
She nodded. Her hands remained on her knees, palms upwards. 'I would love to hear it, Master.' She replied quickly.
'Now, however, is the time for you to tell me of the person whom can reverse the enchantment upon you.' Lord Drad went into a voice of levelness and reason now. 'I want a mage, not a simply a lowly slave. You are trained in the ways of magic, so you shall now be getting that back. Whom is this person?'
'His name is Navan, Navan Drasil.' She said calmly, but with a slight happiness in her voice.
'And where can I find him?' Asked Drad.
'He was one of the slave masters back in Vivec. The last I heard of him, he was still there, when I left.'
'Then once we are finished with this expedition, you and I are going to make a trip to Vivec, and gain your powers back, Arla.' Lord Drad said with a smile, and a cheery voice.
'Thank you, Master.' She said with true gratefulness

Masters and Lords

The ship made anchor near the coastline the next day, and a raft was sent to the shore, with ten men, plus Lord Drad and Arla. The raft was large, enough to carry twice as many people as it was. They came ashore, and made their way inland in the snow a bit.
'Okay, lads, go and catch what you can, and return within twelve hours. I will be here when you get back. Make sure to kill only animals that you can carry back he