The night seemed to be going pretty well with most of the drunken Nords seeming to leave him alone by the fire which he preferred. It was a welcome change to be on an actual seat compared to a creaking boat which was freezing at the same time. Lucas wondered to himself how long would it be until he was actually in a warm homely place like this again after tonight. A few moments later the barmaid came over with his food and chuckled to herself when she saw he’d hardly touched his drink. The food was much better than the soup though which he finished quickly. While there was sufficient light and he was on his own, Lucas pulled out a book that he’d been trying to read. A woman back in the barracks had been teaching him how to, but he still was still a novice.

As he flicked through the pages trying to find where he was up to, a voice interrupted him. “So, what do you make of this place?” Lucas looked up quickly to see the Dunmer from the Legion walking over to the seat closest to him. 

Lucas looked back down to his book and replied, “Cold. I don’t know why anyone would want to live in a place this bloody cold.” In the corner of his eye, he noticed the Dunmer taking a seat as he began to try and read. As he looked at the words in front of him, his lips moved trying to spell out the words. He was told the more he practised, the less he’d move his lips and he would just hear the words in his mind. Lucas glanced up for a quick second to see if the Dunmer was watching him and went back to reading. “S, s, s, p, sp, sp, spe, spell.” He muttered to himself quietly, it was barely a whisper. A smile came over his face but it was wiped away as quickly as it appeared as he glanced up quickly again looking at the Dunmer. Lucas had no idea whether or not the Dunmer was even paying attention to him still but he felt embarrassed thinking the Dunmer was judging him. Quickly the embarrassment turned to annoyance and anger. Straight away he shut the book and stood up trying to stay calm, Lucas simply said, “I’m off to bed, early start in the morning.” And without waiting for a reply, he left for his room leaving the mead behind. 

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The march seemed like it was going to be cold and hard, Lucas was smiling to himself though as he was wrapped in his fur coat staying rather warm. What he wasn’t happy about though was how dirty it was getting at the bottom as it dragged through all the slutch from the melted snow and mud. As soon as he got the chance, he’d make sure to clean it again. The morning seemed to be going off without a problem though and then from all around them hundreds of strums could be heard. For a split second it sounded like people had started to play the lute until the arrows arrived.

Suddenly all you could hear was thuds and scrapes as the arrows started to connect with their targets. A few places in front of Lucas a mage had an arrow stuck in his neck as the man fell to the ground. Lucas quickly turned around to face the attackers raising his shield at the same time, the many hours of training started to kick in. An arrow skidded off his helmet. Most of the Legion had started to draw their weapons but Lucas hadn’t yet. His right hand was moving about with a white glow swirling between his fingers as he quickly muttered the words for his spell, then a white glow shone from him for a second. It happened just in time because fire balls came flying towards them and one hit Lucas directly in the shield, even though it had only hit his shield and the oakflesh spell was giving him a bit more protection, the heat from the fire ball still burned his arm slightly. The man next to him however was not so lucky, a massive fireball and hit him in the head and sent him flying back knocking over the troops behind them sending the column into disorder. At this moment the Thalmor warriors descended on them. They charged shouting their war cries and one came sprinting for Lucas with her sword held high. Quickly, Lucas raised his shield and pulled his sword out of its scabbard. It was just a plain steel sword and slightly inferior to what the Altmer had but it was in good condition with Lucas maintaining it well and sharpening it as often as he could. 

The Elf slashed down smashing her sword into Lucas’s shield and another one came slashing down at him straight after, Lucas was only managing to get his shield up in time to block the shot as another came down and another. The Elf was quick but she had no real skill just over and over again she slashed down at him. As her sword went up again, Lucas pretended to lift his shield but at the last moment stepped back out of range of the attack as it came down and parried it with his sword to throw her off balance. Straight away Lucas brought his shield round to smash her in the face and then lunged with his sword quickly and hard into her stomach. The sword scraped through her armour and plunged deep into her belly. Lucas pulled the sword out and turned around looking for someone else to fight as the Elf lay dying on the floor. In front of him he saw the Legate some distance away followed by a massive Dunmer and other soldiers. Lucas moved towards them.