Chapter 22: Chapter 22 – Is it time to return to Skyrim?

"Mmm!", - Selena lowed, interfering in the conversation of Dolada and the wandering magician.

"Shh! Be quiet!" the Nord woman hissed at her, but Selena continued to make muffled sounds.

"Maybe she'll say something interesting?" suggested the wandering magician, "Or does she ask me to twist her nipple again?" he asked with a vulgar smile.

Dolada snorted irritably at Selena's moo and removed the gag from her mouth.

"Can't you see that we're talking, you stupid slave?" the Nordic woman asked, raising an expressive eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Dolada! But you said that the magician would bring potions to cure diseases. I wanted to remind you that your only and precious slave is sick! I have a "COLD" and some kind of "DAMPWORM" that I got from this necromancer. Please take care of me, Aunt Dolada!", Selena said, trying her best to make puppy eyes.

"Yes, that's right. We need to cure you. Otherwise, I myself will get infected with this DAMPWORM when I fuck you," the nord woman said, and then turned to the guest:

"Dear friend, I'll buy two potions from you. and pay 100 gold, and as a gift you can take the body of a dead necromancer."

"You'll be able to get, as far as I know, two alchemical ingredients from his dead body – bone meal and mort flesh," Selena added.

"Yeah, i know that. But you forgot to mention the human heart," the wandering magician said and looked around. "So. Where's the corpse?"

"Over there, behind the boulder," Dolada pointed.

The wandering magician went behind a stone, grabbed the necromancer's corpse by the legs and pulled it out of a snowdrift.

"Well! I accept your offer, Dolada. I don't even need your 100 gold," he said, smiling broadly.

"How wonderful! And why such generosity?"

"You, apparently, have not examined the inventory of this necromancer! And here he has a lot of valuable things–potions, a silver dagger, gold and several soul stones."

"What?! Shit! I didn't think about it!" exclaimed Dolada, slapping her forehead, "It was you who distracted me with your DAMPWORM! I forgot to check the necromancer's corpse because of you!" she accused Selena.

"Well, don't worry! Don't scold that girl. I'll share a few potions with you!", - said the magician, moving away from the corpse, - "Here are two potions of cure disease, two potions for healing and 50 gold."

Dolada accepted all the items from the magician into her inventory and nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you," she replied with restraint.

"And why, by the way, does your slave call you Aunt Dolada? Are you really her Aunt or something?" the magician asked, looking suspiciously at the girl.

"Well... when she came to me, she began to claim that I knew her mother and worked with her in the slavers guild, and that even I held her in my arms in infancy. She claims that her mother and I were like sisters before the curse. So she addresses me as Aunt Dolada. I even like it," the Nord woman explained.

"So you remember her mother or no?" the magician clarified.

"That's a very good question," Selena thought.

Dolada grimaced in response, evading the answer. After being silent for a couple of seconds, she said:

"I am almost sure that there is some truth in her words. But this past life, where I could consider some imperial woman as my sister, does not mean anything to me now."

"They also put a curse on my mother, although it did not damage her intelligence, but her health," Selena said, "If you were sisters in arms before, now you are sisters in the curse."

"And you also unite us! She gave birth to you, and I'm fucking you! Ha-ha!", - laughed Dolada Debauchee.

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Selena pouted her lips, but when the Nord woman handed her a potion of healing from diseases, she immediately smiled. However, she could not take it, as her hands were joined behind her back.

"Open your mouth!" said Dolada, holding up the bottle.

The girl opened her mouth, wanting to heal as soon as possible, but instead of the potion, she received something else. The Nord woman spat into her wide-open mouth and laughed again.

"Ahaha! I don't get tired of mocking and making fun of this bitch at all!", Dolada admitted, looking at the magician, who laughed along with the Nord woman.

"You have a great sense of humor!" The wandering magician exclaimed.

"Really? Probably even orcs or goblins joke more wittily," muttered the offended Selena.

"Okay, open it. It's time to get cured. I won't spit on you anymore," Dolada said condescendingly and finally poured the healing potion into slave's mouth. The magic potion very quickly eliminated all the diseases of Selena and the symptoms of a cold immediately disappeared.

"By the way, what is this DAMPWORM that the necromancer infected her with?", Dolada asked the erudite wandering magician.

"This is a disease can cause lower extremity ulcers, as I remember," he began to answer, "Also the legs swell and fester, which makes it difficult for a person to move. But it doesn't lead to deadly destructive consequences for the body."

"I see. I remembered something. You promised me last time to bring the soul stone to charge my Truncheon of Submission," Dolada said.

"Of course. Here is the big soul stone as I promised! It's enough to recharge."

The wandering magician handed Dolada the soul stone, which she immediately used to restore the magical enchantment of her Club of Submission. When the Club runs out of magical energy, it will turn into an ordinary club until it is charged again.

"Great. I'll pay you the 300 gold that I took from this imperial, and I will give you the goblin shaman staff that she brought with her. Will that suit you?", - Dolada asked.

"Eh. Goodbye, my staff...", Selena thought sadly. "I never used it when I had it. I should have sold it to the Rindir in the Imperial City. No. I should have listened to Jeanne Frasoric and not gone to Mount Gnoll".

"Yes, I agree!", - the magician nodded, and then declared: "Well, thanks for the ale, Dolada. I’ll now activate the FEATHER spell and take the necromancer's corpse..."

The FEATHER spell could significantly increase the owner's inventory for a while in order to carry very heavy things. Selena was surprised to see how the magician approached the corpse, raised his hand up and lit up with a bright light for a moment, after which the dead body of the Anchorite suddenly disappeared.

"I’ll come here in exactly a week as usual. But I think the necromancers might come here again. Think about leaving this mountain at least for a while, my friend" said the wandering magician.

"Hmm. I was actually thinking about going to Skyrim, to Falkreath, in six months. I may have to speed up my plans," Dolada said thoughtfully.

"It's a good idea. As I have already said, the activity of necromancers has greatly increased recently. They occupy the nearest caves. Probably, when they strengthen, they’ll start a war with the Mages Guild. I think if you leave the mountain before my next visit, it will be very reasonable," the magician finished.

"If next time I won't be here, then visit me in Falkreath," Dolada smiled and held out her hand to handshake.

"We'll see. I didn't plan to return to Skyrim this year. See you later, Dolada!" he replied, shaking her hand in farewell.

"Good luck. Let Lord Ismir be with you" - Dolada said goodbye.

The magician playfully winked at Selena, and quietly said:

"Oooh what cute nipples. Don't freeze them off! He-he".

Then he went about his business with a brisk step, despite the fact that the necromancer's body was in his inventory.

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