"I know, whenever I tell people that is my name, they all laugh." Bee'lest thought, smirking. "That is, until they realize I'm a Pact Khajiit here for one reason, and one reason only...to show that I see more crime here in Davon's Watch than my rat brother, Blue Standard, has seen in 5 months with that blasted Covenant."
She had just done her own (legal) scheme, by stealing a wine bottle for a dark elf named Naril. She thought to herself "Now that I've set an example, it's time to resign myself to being a so-called 'Fly on the Wall', or whatever those Guards call it."
Suddenly, Bee'lest heard a sword being withdrawn from its scabbard, and it sounded like it was coming from outside the Blacksmith, not a bowshot from where she was standing. She sprang into action, running towards the sound. While she was running, she reached into her pocket for her feather pen, and into the other pocket for her journal. She then flew off the stairs and almost collided with a Nord trying to flee from the situation. Side-stepping out of the way of the Nord, she found the trouble...a Male Dunmer with 2 Male Breton accomplices was trying (very unsuccessfully) to fight off a Pact Guard. A Dunmer woman (presumably the Dunmer's wife) stood there confused. One of the Male Breton accomplices pretended to "fight" the Dunmer, but the Guard was not fooled in the slightest.
Another Pact Guard almost collided with Bee'lest as he was trying to get to the troublemakers. However, Bee'lest sensed the guard coming, and side-stepped out of the way of the guard. The guard, now having a clear shot, charged into combat. One swipe, and one of the Bretons was dead. The other Breton, sensing the fight was lost, fled, with one of the guards in hot pursuit. The Dunmer, now alone, was a sitting duck for the guard's stun and swipe that summarily executed him. The guard then retreated back to his post. Bee'lest headed off in the direction of the fleeing Breton, and found the Breton dead 20 paces from where the Dunmer crook was slain.
The guard approached Bee'lest. "Ma'am, care to inform me as to what you're doing?"
Bee'lest said, "Basically, I'm compiling different incidents the city guard responds to, so that way you as part of the City Guard might prevent crimes from even occurring."
"Ah, ok. I thought you were planning to haul the body away, which can result in you getting charged with Necromancy," the city guard said.
Bee'lest said, "Oh, gods no. The Three forbids it, does it not? And I obey the Three."
"Ok, my mistake. Carry on." The City Guard headed back to his post. Bee'lest took out her journal, and started inscribing the tale.
To be continued...
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