Brother Martin

- Kvatch, 17th of Second Seed, 3E, 433 -

Soath ran nonstop, the whole way back up the Gold Road to Kvatch. What normally would’ve taken a little over 2 hours to walk, took just under an hour for him. Just as the magicka buzz of the Potion of Swiftness was starting to wear off, he entered the ornate doors to Mages Guild.

He headed inside and emptied the satchel into the chest at the foot of his bed. He removed Kalinda’s eye and made his way out into the main hall immediately meeting the Orsimer Mage, Burzum gro Kash.

“Soath, what’s got you in such a hurry?” the orc asked.

“Here!” he tossed up Kalinda’s magic eye and the orc caught it. “Give that to the headmaster and let her know that Lithnilian has been killed, Anabasi is injured and I’m going to get a priest from the Chapel to heal her.

The Orc said nothing as he stood in stunned silence. Soath ran out of the Guild and down to the Chapel of Akatosh.

He pushed open the large oak doors and entered the cathedral which was bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight beaming through stained glass. The smell of incense permeated the air. The great hall was empty save for an old imperial man sitting at a pew with his face deep in a book. His shaved pate looked like an old potato ringed with grey hair around the ears and backside of his head.

“Excuse me.” Soath touched the man on his shoulder.

Startled, the old man jumped and a second book, hidden inside the first, dropped to the floor. He looked up at Soath and cleared his throat. “Yes? What is it, child?” said the man, quite flustered.

“I need a priest… a healer.”

The man looked him over, his bushy eyebrows in a clear sign of confusion. “You look fine to me, Dunmer.”

“Not for myself, you see... My friend is badly injured, Is there anyone available to travel?”

“Ah, I see. Aren’t you one of those wizards from the Guild? You don’t have any healers?”

Soath reached down to pick up the book for the man. The book’s leather was worn and Soath couldn’t make out any sort of title.

The man’s face turned red just as a younger imperial in grey robes and windswept hair, entered the chapel carrying a book and a basket of fruit.

“...well… I’m quite busy. Please speak to Oleta, she’s the healer here in Kvatch.” The old imperial turned to leave.

“Don’t forget your book.” Soath held it out with one hand.

The man’s face flushed even more. “I’m sorry, you… must be mistaken.” he chuckled nervously. “That book does not belong to me.”

The man walked off grinding his teeth leaving Soath confused.

Setting down his things, the young Imperial put his fist on his chest and bowed. “Greetings, I’m Brother Martin.” he said. “Don’t mind him, that was Primate Ilav Dralgoner. He’s a bit strange sometimes… Do you need a priest?”

“Yes, I’m from the Guild of Mages. One of our mages has been gravely injured by bandits. Our skills were enough to combat them and escape but I’m afraid our knowledge on restoration magicka is limited. At least here in Kvatch. Alchemist Sigrid has done her best to keep her from dying, but she could really use some divine healing. She’s at an inn down the Gold Road, about halfway to Anvil.”

“I understand. Normally, Oleta handles anyone in need of healing, but she’s very busy down at the Arena today. Not to worry, I’m capable of a fair bit of healing myself. I’ll leave a message with the Primate and I will join you, friend.”

“Thank you, brother. That would be most helpful.”

Brother Martin walked down the stairs to the rooms beneath the Chapel. Soath took the time to investigate the book that Brother Martin carried.

Ten Commands: Nine Divines.

He then looked at the book in his own hands and opened to a random page.
Act IV, Scene III, continued

Lifts-Her-Tail: Certainly not, kind sir! I am here but to clean your chambers.
Crantius Colto: Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers?
Lifts-Her-Tail: I have no idea what it is you imply, master. I am but a poor Argonian maid.
Crantius Colto: So you are, my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely tail.
Lifts-Her-Tail: You embarrass me, sir!
Crantius Colto: Fear not. You are safe here with me.
Lifts-Her-Tail: I must finish my cleaning, sir. The mistress will have my head if I do not!
Crantius Colto: Cleaning, eh? I have something for you. Here, polish my spear.
Lifts-Her-Tail: But it is huge! It could take me all night!
Crantius Colto: Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.


Soath smiled to himself, amused. He turned to the title page. The Lusty Argonian Maid by Crassisus Curio.

He now understood the old man’s embarrassment. A moment later, Brother Martin returned with a pack of supplies. Together, they headed to the stables, where Soath rented two horses for them. The two of them made their way on horseback to the Gottshaw Inn.

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