Adriane’s death has been all over the
city. Rumors are spreading. It’s on the tongue of the innkeeper and the ears of
all the guards.
It took me twenty minutes to walk from my home to HQ this
morning. Everyone was out in the streets, talking to their neighbors. There
were crowds of people gathered in front of Warmaiden. Some of them were there
just to gossip. But, most people in Whiterun just wanted to pay respects to
Adriane.
Even Farkas, the town idiot showed up. He gave quite a
speech, too.
“I remember when I first met Adriane.” He began. “I had an
assignment to clear out a cave infested with bears and spriggans. So I went to
the Warmaiden to buy a steel hammer. Adriane was standing outside, working the
smelter. I asked her if she could make a hammer fitting for a strong man like
me. She got to work immediately.” He started to sob. “She even modified the
hilt so that it would fit in my hands perfectly.” At this stage, it was more
like wailing.
Belethor spoke up after Farkas. “She always saw herself as
the second best smith in town. Though, that is not an insult, because Adriane
always knew that Eorlund Gray-Mane was the best. The dear girl was so modest…”
It was good until he started to talk
about his General Goods. He went on about how Warmaiden undermined some of his
business. Typical Belethor.
Sooner or later, this whole murder will come back to Darien
and me. But for now, further investigation into the case has been postponed.
Jarl Balgruuf, the mayor of this city, fear that the situation might be too sensitive.
He’s right, too. Adriane was the daughter of Proventus Avenicci, the right hand
man and advisor to the Jarl. When the guard brought news of the murder to
Proventus, he broke into tears right in front of the whole court. Never before,
have I seen Proventus in such a state. He collapsed to the floor, pounding on
the cold granite of Whiterun and demanding the Nine Divines to return Adriane
to him.
Poor Proventus, I can only imagine the pains that he
suffers. To imagine losing a daughter is painful enough. I sometimes ask myself
what I would do if I lose my dear Fiona. Regardless of how much thought and
contemplation, I could never imagine a life without her. A life with my dear
Fiona and beautiful Dora was all I wanted fourteen years ago. Before then, I
would laugh at the idea of me walking a little girl to school. Now, not a day
goes by that I don’t take Fiona to school in the morning, singing the Nordic
rhymes, and picking the mountain flowers, along the way. A life with my dear
Fiona and beautiful Dora was why I stashed my adventurer’s boots, and put on
the working boots fourteen years ago.
4th of Last Seed
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