The Amulet also granted me powers; it increased my strength, and also pushed my magicka reservoirs to the limit. It also had an enchantment that creates a magical barrier that absorbs magic attacks, almost completely, she said. The Night Mother also taught me a spell called "Midnight's Run". It allows me to completely blend in with my surroundings - much like a chameleon ? for about a minute.
I left the old, dusty crypt of the Night Mother into the cold, crisp (and partially smelly) air of a Bravil night. I passed Chana Mona, who hopefully didn't notice my blacker-than-black robes, slight light coming from my chest and quicker-than-normal pace.
I was walking to The Lonely Suitor Lodge, the cheaper of the two Bravil inns (I was spending a little too much money lately, and I thought I would try to compensate for that). My leather sandals swished and swashed on the sand and cobblestone, as my long, silver hair was being whipped about.
I quickly opened the door and escaped the cold, immediately greeted with a warm smile and "hello" by the Innkeeper, Bogrum Gro-Galash, who was finishing wiping off the tables and pushing in the askew chairs.
"One room, please," I said, as I quickly walked to the rough and knotted wood counter. He smiled, and quickly rummaged a brown blotched iron key out of his pocket, while I took a few gold coins from the stained bag attached to my waist - virtually hidden by my pitch black robes acquired a few minutes earlier - and threw them on the counter, his eyes glinting as he pocketed them.
He began to polish his mugs when he said; "Up the stairs, last one on the right."
"Thanks," I mumbled, nodding to him.
I took the sagging stairs up to a long hallway, covered with a faded rug and a table on the left side, which had a flower vase and some guide books to large cities. I walked to the last door on the right side of the hallway, surprised that this tiny inn hosted this many rooms. I reached my room, protected by a wooden door enforced with thick metal. I inserted the key into the lock and turned, fumbling with the brass handle and eventually walking in.
It was a small ? but cozy ? room that was lighted by a single candle on an iron stand. I also noticed a chest and a dresser. I riffled in the chest, finding a few spare coins that someone must have forgot, and put in my Daedric dagger Bloodlight,
I lay down in the bed, the old and tattered sheets and blanket wrapped around my cold body ? they surprisingly still retained heat - and embraced me in a comforting warmth. I turned to the streaking window and slept to the sound of my favorite noise.
Boy, was I for a surprise.
OOC: Be as harsh as possible. This is my first fanfic and I really want to be better at writing.