Vasya made his way to the bridge and called his mount with a loud while. The large pride lion showed up sure enough, he sat in the saddle, and urged his loyal friend to run on the main road to Belkarth. He spied the city in the distance, and encouraged his mount: "Come on friend, we are almost there, I promise a large piece of venison and much needed water will be given to you when we get there." Sure enough, the white lion ran faster, and they got to the trading city of Craglorn in no time.
Vasya dismounted, lead his mount to water, and bought two big pieces of venison from the meat vendor. He gave his good friend the meat, the lion devoured it eagerly, and the Khajiit made his way to merchants leading to the bank. The banker greeted him with her usual talk about the problems in Craglorn, but their bank is the most secure. He nodded to the Redguard woman, he knew the problems of the wild state of Tamriel: The place is in ruin, warriors of stone come out of the sand to protect ancient tombs, the trading caravans all have a very hard time finding willing guards to protect them.
With him being one of the only certified master of all crafts willing to go to dangerous hidden crafting station imbued with certain powers; warriors, soldiers, adventurers, and guards alike were always asking for his services. The Khajiit was more in demand than the town's smith, clothier, woodworker, even the enchanter and alchemist were out of business when Vasya was in town.
He looked through his bank's inventory, and deposited some gold he had made from selling to merchants. The Khajiit made a list of the materials he needed taken out of his bank, and the Redguard woman disappeared in the back for a short time while she gathered what he asked for. Vasya thanked her kindly, and packed his items in his now mostly empty backpack. On his way out, a guard stopped him and let him know that there were several notes on the posts for him, he nodded to him and made his way to both posts...He took all those addressed to him; six orders for the soldiers in Cyrodiil, when would this war end? For now it was still good money, but his heart felt heavy for the families of the fallen in this pointless battle.
He passed by his mount as he made his way to the wood shop, scratching his side and neck. He figured it would be best to get the orders out of the way first, and then he would work on his new found friend Astrid's new things. He had sized her up by looking at her, experience gave him the ability to not have to take measurements anymore, and he was grateful for having such a good eye which saved him a lot of time.
He put the note of orders against the wall in front of him, and made the restoration staves and the shield. He made an extra healing staff, and a sparks one, both imbued with a powered stone. Vasya wrapped the order around the staves and the handle of the shield to make sure he wouldn't make any mistakes, and put them in the crate ready to go for Cyrodiil. he did the same at each station, although he spent more time at the clothier station than at the blacksmith one.
The Khajiit was a wonder with every material, but he had more motivation this time; a woman in need. So he took extra care in making her a new robe for social occasions, one more for casual adventuring and fighting, by what he heard from her, he knew he would have to go with style on top of functionality. All pieces were imbued with divine sapphire to draw double the star powers from Mundus. He had noticed golden tattoos on Astrid's body in the places he was able to see, it was delicate and subtle, and so he had made a delicate diadem adornment for her forehead, while he was working metal, stylish and functional, that would keep her hair out of her face. Vasya also made a bracelet to match both the tattoos and the diadem.
He put the readied orders in their respective crates, and continued on in the city to an indoor shop that had both an enchanting station, and an alchemy laboratory. He first made the orders and wrapped them up in the notes, putting them in his pockets, and then made powerful Magicka glyphs to enchant Astrid's clothes with, alongside a Magicka absorption as well as a Health absorption glyphs for her staves. Vasya was a skilled alchemist, and so he was able to make potions that ad 3 different effects, which he made for her as well. One last stop before dropping the rest in the crates; the inn, the cook let him use his equipment so long as he cleaned up after himself, and he always did. He made the food with the magical properties demanded in the order, and put the rest of the orders in their respective crates for Cyrodiil.
Once done, Vasya was paid a hefty sum, and rewarded with some secret orders hidden inside the payments for each crates. The mysterious clients always went through this intermediary from house Hlallu, and paid very well. He put the notes safely in his hidden compartments inside his suit, and headed back to the workshops to upgrade Astrid's items.
Once he was done, he enchanted everything, and headed to the dying station. Something in him told him the clothing needed to be white, gold, and a certain shade of red. He did one last stop at the travelling traders, to see if he could find rings and a necklace of the same set for the extra magical abilities. He found some that would be perfect, paid the trader, and enchanted the three items as well. He secured all of her things in his backpack, and on his mount's saddle clips, then climbed on his good friend, and urged him back to Shada's Tear.
Vasya dismounted next to the bridge, and led his mount to the nice refreshing stream of water. He scratched under his neck, his mane, and his sides, released Astrid's items from the lion's saddle, and made his way to the abandoned camp where she said she would be. She seemed asleep, his blanket on top of her, laying in the tent by the fire. 'Well at least she is still here' he thought to himself letting go of the heavy backpack and the two staves. He called his mount over silently, tapping on his lap, and leaving a piece of meat on the ground. The lion came over quickly, and ate his offering. He understood that he was to guard the items. Vasya patted him on the side, and undressed. Him and his clothes needed a thorough cleaning.
He had bought personal grooming, and clothing washing supplies in town. He undid the restrains, and relieved his lion from the now hot dirty saddle, to which he showed much appreciation by headbutting him. The Khajiit and the lion play-wrestled a little, allowing him to groom his friend at the same time, then he grabbed his clothes and the saddle, and took them to the small waterfall to clean them with different brushes and soap.
