(Third Person POV)
[Whiterun, Skyrim]
Outside a small manor that was newly built, several bandits were gathered, shouting out in pure rage. This was outside of the city of Whiterun, near the farms. It was built just recently, having been commissioned by a certain individual.
"Get out here, Bard!!!" one of them, a nord, said as he had his sword drawn, "We know you're in there!!"
Two of the bandits had their bows drawn, aimed past the stone walls, "We'll light this whole place on fire!" One of them shouted, "Get out here!!"
"We'll storm the building, take everything, and kill everyone!!" the bandit leader said as the others were yelling in agreement, "Get out here, it's your last chance!!!!"
Something kept the bandits from storming the manor, keeping them outside as they were shouting angrily. It wasn't a barrier or anything magical; it was the information that they had just learned quite recently.
And that was who this manor belonged to. They knew that if they tried anything reckless, their lives could be taken with ease. But despite that, they had decided to come and demand that the man they were looking for come out and give himself up.
It was unknown why they were angry, why they were searching for the Bard. But it was quite apparent that they wanted him dead, or worse.
"We're going to burn this whole place to the ground!" the leader bellowed, "Light the place up with arrows!!"
"Wait!!" a voice called out, "Wait, wait, wait!! Don't do that!"
They watched through the gate as a young man walked out, wearing dark red garments. He had brown hair that was tied in a ponytail and black eyes. He was thin and lanky, clearly not physically imposing.
He hurried over to the gate, the only thing standing between him and the bandits, "What are you doing?" He asked with a hushed tone, "Do you not know whose manor this is?!"
"We don't care!" the Bandit leader said, "You have one of two options. Either return the Lute you stole from us or come out here so we can skin you alive!!!"
The young man chuckled nervously, "T-The Lute? Oh come on, you want that thing?" he said, "It was useless in your hands!"
"But it could've been sold for good coin." The Bandit said, "So do yourself a favor and hand it over! Otherwise, we'll walk in there and kill each and every-"
"I'm going to stop you right there." The man said with a chuckle, "You will do no such thing. In fact, the only reason why you have not done that is that you know who this place belongs to. You see, he had just returned from his journey, seeing that this home was just finished. He spent a lot of gold for this place to be built in impeccable condition, and I am the caretaker of this place. So I would appreciate it if you would just turn around and walk away."
"Walk away?" the bandit leader asked, "Walk away?! Are you mad Jasker?! Give us the Lute or we'll gut you!!"
"You want to die for a Lute?" Jasker asked, "Are you certain of that?"
"You stupid Bard." The bandit leader said, "I've had enough of this! Shoot him!"
The archers aimed at Jasker through the gate and drew the bowstring back, "We'll turn you into a pincushion!" one of them said with a smirk, "Be prepared to die-"
They were interrupted by the sound of a single footstep behind them. All of them immediately jumped up and turned around to see a single man standing a few meters away from them.
He was tall, standing around 6'5, and was clad in what looked like Ebony Armor, with a single black cloak replacing the shoulder plates. He had no helmet on, displaying his short black hair and mismatched eyes. His right eye was icy blue while his left was emerald green. Both eyes had such intensity in them, enough to freeze the bandits in their place.
"E-Erik!" Jasker exclaimed, "You have returned!"
"T-That's Erik? The Erik?!" one of the bandits, a khajit, said as his tail immediately went between his legs, "The Dragonslayer?!"
"Not just a dragonslayer." a bandit woman said, "The Dragonslayer! The Dragonborn!"
The Bandit Leader scowled, "Y-You....!!"
Erik had a bored look in his eye and simply stepped forth, walking through the group and ignoring them. He reached the metal gate and reached over to open it when the Bandits aimed their bows at him.
Jasker chuckled nervously, "The manor was just finished, Erik." He said, "It would be such a shame if we get blood on the stones, eh?"
Erik blinked, "Hm." He said, "Yes."
Jasker looked at the bandits, "Skedaddle!" He exclaimed, "You don't want to die, right?"
The Bandit Leader glared at Erik, "Your Bard companion owes us something!" He said as he pointed his sword at him, "We won't leave until we get it back!!"
Erik slowly turned around, "Today is not the day for this." He said as he looked at him, "Begone from my property, lest I show you why the Nine Holds fear my name."
Jasker smiled nervously, "Do as he says...."
"I don't think so!" He said, "I won't stop until-"
"Yol Toor Shul"
The Bandit Leader was engulfed in flames, immediately staggering back as the other bandits stepped back as they watched in horror.
"A-Agghghghghgh!!!!" The Bandit Leader collapsed to his knees as his entire body was burning, "IT BURNSS!!!"
Erik walked forward, having drawn a sword out of thin air and swung it at his head, cutting it off. Everyone else watched as the Leader's body collapsed fully, still ablaze.
"W-What?" one of the other bandits said
Erik looked at them, "It is your choice." He said, "Either leave or die."
"What will it be?"
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Jasker was pouring some mead into a cup, "Well, well..." He said, "I'm going to have to clean that up later. Having scorch marks at the entrance is unsightly."
He was sitting down in a table, passing the cup to Erik who was sitting next to him. They were both in the kitchen of the newly furnished Manor, which seemed quite empty. After Erik killed the Bandit Leader, the others scattered about, leaving in a hurry. Now, Jasker and Erik were in the kitchen, getting ready for some drinks.
Erik grabbed the cup, "What did you do now?"
Jasker chuckled as he poured mead in another cup, "I stole a Lute from them. It's worth some coin but I liked the way it looked." He said, "It plays rather well, I must admit."
"Bringing trouble to my house already, Jasker?" Erik took a sip and placed the cup down, "It's always something with you!"
"Haha!" Jasker laughed, "Well, I can't help it. But here's the thing, Erik. The manor is finished already; it's been finished for around a week or so. We need to start getting some people here to keep the place running. The Legendary Dragonborn needs his servants after all. I can make a run to the city and start hiring right away, should you have the coin."
Erik sighed, "Is the vault finished?"
"Oh yes." Jasker said
"I'll move our treasure soon. Millions of Gold coins that is." He said, "I'll give you some coin purses to get me some more things."
"Right." Jasker said with a nod, "You want me to hire a maid or something? Keep things clean."
"Don't worry about that." Erik said as he leaned back, "That's taken care of."
Jasker raised an eyebrow, "Oh? You found someone already?"
Erik rubbed his hair, "Yea...." He said, "Something like that."
"It's complicated."