When the wandering magician left the camp, Selena turned to Dolada who was sitting on a stool by the fire:
"The necromancer said that Molag Bal ordered to find me. What do you think, Aunt Dolada, why would Molag Bal need me?"
"As the necromancer said, he didn't know why this Daedera prince needs you. Although it's possible that the necromancer just lied to convince me to sell you to him in this way," she replied and shrugged her shoulders.
"He could sneak up unnoticed and see you using the cross of the Bal. And then come up with such a story about the desires of the Bal," Selena suggested.
"Of course. A young, pretty imperial girl is a good prey for bandits and necromancers. But in any case, they were too late. Now you are my slave!"
"Are you going to Skyrim soon?" Selena asked with excitement in her voice.
She was afraid that Dolada would take her with him to another province of Tamriel, and then she might lose her last hope of meeting her mother and keeping her flat in the imperial city.
"I don't know! But I know that I have a slave who missed Aunt Dolada!", - said the Nord woman and, approaching Selena, took off her gag, shackles and handcuffs.
She hugged Selena to her, and their breasts touched each other, after which Dolada's hands went down and firmly grabbed Selena's buttocks.
"Oh! Come on! What an insatiable woman! She'll fuck me to death someday!" Selena thought, deciding not to resist her, because she wanted to establish more friendly relations with her.
Selena understood that one wrong action could spoil the mood of the Nord woman, which would cause her to get into big trouble.
"We're going to kiss!", - Dolada declared, exhaling alcoholic ale fumes into Selena's face, and reached out to her.
Dolada kissed and sucked Selena's lips as if she wanted to swallow her. Her tongue was actively invading the girl's mouth and exploring the inside of her cheeks. It wasn't some kind of sensual kiss. It was a kind of rape of her mouth, but without the help of a strap-on. Soon Dolada, tearing herself away with a loud smacking from the girl's lips, inserted several fingers into her mouth. But then she suddenly took her fingers out of Selena's mouth and looked sullenly behind her back.
"Damn it! Someone is coming again!" she said with irritation, taking a step away from the girl.
Selena turned back and saw a person approaching through the mountain fog.
Judging by the numerous glares, this person was wearing metal armor without a cape, and judging by the elegant gait, it was a woman. She held up one hand, warning that she was not going to attack, although, of course, this gesture never obliged anyone to anything.
Dolada activated Selena's handcuffs and shackles again, and then said joylessly, sighing heavily: "Well, let's go see who came to my mountaintop again."
Dolada activated Selena's handcuffs and shackles again, and then said joylessly, sighing heavily: "Well, let's go see who came to my top again."
Soon it became clear that the new guest was a female Dunmer (dark elf) in mithril armor with a large axe on her back.
"Hello! I am a peace-loving traveler! I'm a member of the fighters guild," this woman with gray-green skin and crimson eyes announced, "I'm just passing by after a failed contract…But it doesn't matter. If you don't mind, I'll move on, and I can pay a fee of 50 gold ".
"Good. Pay and come through," Dolada nodded. Then she received the promised 50 gold and asked:
"Do you want to fuck my slave? I'll take 100 gold for this."
"Thank you, but I'm traditional in my sexual preferences," she replied dryly.
"I just recovered from the necromancer! This wandering elf will infect me with something again!" - Selena thought indignantly, but, however, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief when she heard how the elf rejected the offer of the Nord woman.
"As you wish. But tell me, what kind of failed contract are you talking about? Do necromancers have anything to do with this?", Dolada asked.
The Dunmer woman looked at her in surprise and frowned.
"How do you know?!" she asked suspiciously.
"Well. Yesterday, an Anchorite with purulent limbs came here. He wanted to take my slave away. I had to kill him. And a wandering magician warned me that necromancers are beginning to strengthen in Cyrodiil. So I assumed that necromancers mess up your mission," Dolada explained.
"It looks like this magician was right. I went with two colleagues to clean out the " Plundered Mine" from goblins, in which customers wanted to resume extracting resources. But when we showed up there, we came across necromancers. They've already killed all the goblins there before us. My two companions got into an argument with Noveni Othran – a necromancer-dunmer, who led a squad of necromancers. My colleagues demanded that the necromancers leave the cave, since under the terms of the contract they had to seal the empty cave before the arrival of the miners and their employer. But the necromancers refused and attacked us," the woman said, "These necromancers not only attacked us with magic spells, but also summoned about five zombies. The forces were not equal. My colleagues covered me and demanded that I run away. I had to do it because there was no chance of winning, and I had to warn the guild about the attack of necromancers. Maybe they will send a large military detachment to this cave."
"Okay. I won't keep you any longer. But you're not going in the direction of Bruma. Are you aware?", - Dolada clarified.
"Yes, I know this. I have to get to the Roxey Inn first," the woman replied as she left.
The Nord woman didn't ask any more questions, although she didn't understand why this warrior was going to the Roxy Tavern, which was located approximately between Bruma and the Imperial City.
But the story of this guest worried Dolada. The story of this guest disturbed Dolada and made her think. When the elf left the camp, she took out another bottle of ale and said:
"Hmm. Isn't it time for me to finally get off this mountaintop and go to Skyrim?"
"Aunt! Aunt Dolada!", Selena called her mistress in a loud whisper.
She was extremely worried and looked in the direction from which the warrior from the fighters guild had come earlier. Dolada was finishing another bottle of ale at that time and looked the other way, watching the dunmer woman disappear in the distance behind snowdrifts and boulders.
"Look!" Selena said even louder.
The Nord woman turned around and saw two people walking along the path along which the elf had come not so long ago. One of them was again wearing a black robe, very similar to the necromancer's. Judging by the shape and gait, it was a man. Next to him was a woman in a cropped brown-green robe.
"Are they necromancers again? Why are they coming here? Go home, you stupid bastards. Let me fuck my slave," the disgruntled Dolada grumbled.
"I think they were following that elf woman, probably," Selena suggested.
"The wandering magician took the corpse of a necromancer. And maybe they don't know that I killed an Anchorite, and they won't suspect me of anything," Dolada thought. "I won't attack them. Maybe they'll just ask about the elf? And then I'll tell them about the Roxy Inn. But it's better to put the poison of SILENCE on the Club just in case."
"If they ask to sell me, please don't give me to them, Aunt Dolada. You can take me to Skyrim, but don't give me to necromancers. Please," Selena begged in a whisper, hoping to negotiate with the hostess before the travelers approach their camp.
"Be quiet. The blood of the murdered necromancer has already been covered with snow. Don't fuss. They might suspect us then", Dolada said through her teeth.
"Free my hands. If they attack, I'll throw a urinary bomb at them," Selena whispered, feeling the approach of trouble with her long-suffering ass.
Dolada hesitated for a moment. She turned to Selena, as if wanting to fulfill her request, but then seemed to change her mind and took a step towards the two strangers.
"What do you need? This is my camp!" Dolada said loudly.
The woman stopped after Dolada's words, but the man took another step and said:
"I'm aware! I've been here before!"
"What?!" the Nord woman was surprised and began to peer into his face under the hood.
"Is this the same necromancer? I killed him! I don't understand anything!"- Dolada was amazed, her eyes bulging.
"Is that YOU?! The Anarchist?!" the Nord woman exclaimed, backing away.
"Am I An Anarchist?! No, I'm an Anchorite!!!", the necromancer irritably corrected the tipsy woman.
"Ahah! An Anarchist!" the woman in a short robe standing behind the necromancer sneered.
"I am the Anchorite of the Black Worm! I have come for this slave! By order of Molag Bala!" the necromancer proclaimed.
"Holy shit! Is this the same necromancer that Dolada killed?!!", - Selena was horrified, - "But how is this possible?! If some summoned illusory doppelganger had come last time, then, in my opinion, he would not have left a real corpse made of flesh! The wandering magician also took the corpse of a dead necromancer! So it's not Conjuration magic, but something else, more mysterious!"
"I have a passport for this slave! I enslaved her according to all the rules established by the Molag Bal itself, by the way!", Dolada answered confidently, "What's the problem? If you want to get her, then let's make a deal! Let Molag Bal deliver me from the curse, and then I will hand over my slave to him! These are my requirements!"
"First of all, your ability to conduct business honestly is a big question! And my spilled blood on this peak confirms this...", - the Anchorite began to speak, until the Nord woman interrupted him:
"You shouldn't have cum in my slave! Besides, you rotting sack of shit infected her with DAMPWORM disease! We didn't agree on this either!"
"You demand that Molag Bal first of all rid you of the curse. But that's not how it works when it comes to Daedric gods!" The necromancer exclaimed, "I'll give you a couple of examples...
In ancient times, the Nordic lord Harkon sacrificed thousands of victims to Molag Bal and received from him in return the gift of turning into a Vampire Lord. Do you understand the sequence? Harkon made a sacrifice, and then received a gift in return. That's the logic.
Another example. Galur Rithari, a member of the Buoyant Armigers, was turned into a vampire against his will. And one of Molag Bal's servants offered him a deal. Galur had to get a certain soul stone and bring it to the altar of the Ball, and only after this sacrifice would the Daedric god cure him of vampirism. Then it all happened exactly like that. Galur Rithari sacrificed the soul stone, and then was cured. As you can see, it cannot be that first a Daedric prince fulfills a mortal's wish, and then a mortal fulfills a god's wish. This is wrong! First, a mortal must make some kind of offering."
"It's reasonable. But isn't the fact that I raped this imperial girl on the cross of the Bal a kind of offering? Huh?", - Dolada asked.
"Well, it's not such a great offering to get a gift from a Daedra in return. You just attract his attention in this way, and when you then pray at his altar, you will increase the likelihood that the Daedric god will answer you," the Anchorite explained.
Unexpectedly for everyone, Selena, taking advantage of the fact that her mouth was not gagged, intervened in the conversation:
"Listen up! Let me clarify something! Moreover, I am an imperial and my wisdom is much better than that of the Nords or rotten necromancers!"
Everyone looked at the impudent slave in surprise and didn't even immediately find what to say to her.
"So!", Selena continued, "This necromancer received a task from Molag Bal to get me, just as Galur Rithari once received a task from him to bring a certain Soul Stone. So if I'm to be sacrificed to the Bal, then it's the Anchorite who will receive a gift from the Bal. And there will be no rewards for my mistress Dolada. If she frees me at the request of the necromancers, then this way she'll simply help the Anchorite to fulfill his errand. That is all. For example, if the Soul Stone that Galur Rithari took had an owner, then this owner would not have received anything from the Bal if he voluntarily gave the soul stone to Galur. And even if this owner had come with Galur to the altar to Molag Bal, even then he would not have received anything as a gift, because the agreement was with Galur. So the Anchorite is lying when he says that Dolada can receive healing if he frees me. That's the logic".
After finishing her speech, Selena noticed the surprised looks of those present turned to her.