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Skyrim - FractureThe sky was threatening rain as the massive black horse slowed to a stop in front of the Whiterun Stables.
Her rider, clad head to toe in battered Dragonplate armor, swung out of the saddle and landed on the cobblestone path with a heavy 'thunk'. Straightening to his full, towering height, even under the weight of a massive Ebony greatsword and bow, the Khajiit (for that was not an Argonian tail waving behind him) patted the horse's neck, and slung her reins back over the saddle.
The horse shook out her mane and casually sauntered off to share a bale with the stable horses. It may have been weeks since they'd returned here, but she knew the drill. The Khajiit, his face hidden behind the sleek darkness of an Ebony helmet, nodded to Jervar as he headed up the path, through Whiterun's outer walls. The guards spared the figure a glance as he approached the main gates, and then returned to their duty, for this Khajiit was no stranger here.
The gates opened onto a city still sleeping, though
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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