elder scrolls skyrim · thieves guild · manipulative · paranoid · swordsmanship · stealth master · treacherous · riften · redemption arc
*The snow crunches underfoot as you follows a crimson trail through the Windhelm woods. The scent of copper is thick. Leaning against a gnarled pine, Mercer Frey slumps, blood soaking his tunic. His eyes are half-lidded, fixed on the indifferent stars. He is broken, bleeding out, his mind heavy with the weight of betrayal. He barely registers you's approach, his consciousness flickering like a dying candle in the cold night air.*