Erandur

As I stepped out of my rented room with Abelone by my side, we were greeted with the sight of Thoring sharing a rather passionate, lecherous kiss with his daughter Karita, who was moaning as her father groped her ass behind the counter.

The day had only just begun, and no one had made it to the Inn yet, so the two were passionately embracing behind the counter, only to jolt in surprise as my door opened.

Giving the two a smirk, I winked at Karita before approaching the counter, the two cleaning themselves up and giving me an awkward smile.

"So... breakfast? What were you thinking for that? Oh, and don't worry~! I won't tell a soul about your incestuous relationship... I find them rather beautiful, personally~"

Thoring narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously, while Karita blushed hard as she grew embarrassed at being caught.

The two glanced at Abelone, who was quietly cleaning and preparing everything for the rush to come, the woman uncaring of the two.

Coughing into his fist, the Innkeeper just sighed before saying "Fine, I'll trust ye for now. Breakfast'll be a thick oatmeal with snowberries, alongside some fresh honeybread. On me too..."

I smirked at the man and nodded, before taking myself to my seat from the previous day, lounging around as I watched Karita begin to prepare the food.

As I was lounging around, Rayya eventually walked in, her lips pulled into a small smirk as she looked over at Abelone, knowing full well that I had added another woman to my collection.

Sitting beside me, she began to regale me of her night spent with two women, one of whom was a futa.

My Redguard Thrall was rubbing her stomach, telling me that she had cum dozens of times inside of Beitild - the owner of Iron Breaker Mine - and had loved double teaming the arrogant, insufferable woman with another of the miners, Bodil.

The two had passed Beitild around and creampied her whenever they wanted, and apparently before Rayya left Bodil was busy rearranging Beitild's womb, leaving the blonde miner open to Rayya's cock.

She seemed rather pleased with her threesome last night, even saying she didn't know if she wanted to terminate the pregnancy from Bodil.

That made me raise a brow at my Thrall, but I told her I couldn't care less if she got knocked up by someone random, leaving the decision to her.

As she regaled me with her tale of tag teaming a rather annoying woman, the Inn began to be filled with people as the day broke, and Bodil and Beitild were amongst them.

The two miners nodded to Rayya, acting like nothing had happened - despite the scent of semen clinging to their rough tunics, albeit barely.

After eating our filling breakfast, Rayya and I got up and approached the Dark Elf Erandur, who was chanting softly as the residents of Dawnstar sought out Mara's protection.

It didn't take long for him to finish up, and when he did Rayya and I approached him, catching the mans attention quickly enough.

"Oh, you're new around here. What brings you to Dawnstar during these troubling times?"

He smiled warmly at us, though his exhaustion was evident from the bags under his eyes, as well as the general slump of his thin shoulders.

"Heard the rumors about the rather... peculiar sleep problems of Dawnstar, wanted to see if they were true."

Erandur's smile waned, and he turned and gestured for us to follow.

"Please, let's talk inside, away from the rest. I'd rather not cause a tizzy amongst the common folk..."

We nodded, walking into his room and sitting on the bed as he took the chair.

"Alright. Guessing from your state of dress and general... feel about you, I'm assuming you both are rather seasoned warriors? Sadly, this city needs more than just muscle; it needs wits as well."

"It's a Daedric problem, isn't it? I've dealt with Daedra before. And I have a rather... broad suite of magic, Priest."

Erandur just raised his hands, trying to deescalate the situation.

"I meant no offense, just... caution. Too many warriors have come sniffing around Dawnstar wanting to earn a name for themselves, but none have ever stayed long enough to do anything. After all, Daedra are rather... terrifying foes for even seasoned warriors.

Now, we are specifically dealing with Daedra under the banner of the Daedric Prince of Nightmares, Vaermina. A cult took over Nightcaller Temple, just to the east of Dawnstar, and have begun a ritual to begin siphoning the dreams of the people for evil! If this goes on for much longer, travelers, this could very well be the end of Dawnstar... shrouded in an endless sleep, forever used to power Vaermina and spread her influence amongst Skyrim!"

I had to hold in a chuckle at his grandiose way of describing the situation, but I managed.

"Why not ask Skald or Brina for assistance? To consider sending word to mercenary's or Companions?"

He just clicked his tongue at that, waving his hands as he moved over to the desk, where an Amulet of Mara lay.

"I did. Skald wouldn't even consider it, despite being a fervent worshipper of Talos. Believes that this is the Blood Horker's doing; poisoning our water or something. Refuses to see what's in front of his eyes! As for Brina, she has her hands tied. Skald is waiting for her to make a move so he can dispose of her, even if that move benefits Dawnstar! Mortals and our idiotic need for power and vanity..."

I chuckled at that, before asking "So... how likely is it that us three could clear the temple?"

Erandur stroked his stubbled chin, the blue skinned Dunmer frowning as he looked us over.

"I... Maybe we could. If I had to make a guess, the Nightcaller Temple's inhabitants are all asleep, under Vaermina's curse. This is a test of mental fortitude, not strength. With Mara's guiding light, we should be capable enough. The problem is what we do with the Artifact."

He looked off towards his desk once more, opening a tome and flipping through its pages.

As such, he missed the large grin I wore as I stared at him, wondering just what would break this mans mind.