Chapter 4

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Just wonderful I was planning to use those 2000 septims on a present for myself. I do have a case of the unhappy water after all . Good thing I have 5000 more. My maid and I continue to walk to Skyforge.  After about five minutes we arrive to see Eorland Grey-Mane forging s sword. He looks up as he hears my feet approaching.

"This is not place for a young lady"

"Would a regular young lady I have this" I signal that my maid bring the sack towards the front of me. She struggles to pull it over. As she finally approach me she drops the sack in my front.  I open the bag to reveal that it is filled with the materials to make a deadric sword.

"What does a little lad like you need a Deadric weapon for?"

"I want to give it to my daddy!"  I lie. I know he won't give a sword to a minor.

"Very well" he smiles and takes the materials. "It will be ready by tonight."

"Thanks mister!" I put on a fake smile. This man is a bloody idiot. I can't believe he didn't see through my act.

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