The tall muscular guard sheathed his greatsword as the last draugr fell before him. He picked the lock on the inner chamber door, then proceeded inside, making sure none of the dead that still walked lay in wait for them there. Once he established that all was safe, he exited the tomb and approached the noble he was sworn to protect and informed him that it was safe to enter.
“Bring in the chest,” the noble commanded as he walked past him.
The bodyguard nodded then returned to the horse drawn carriage and removed the wooden chest with its gruesome contents. He wrinkled his nose at the stench of a decaying corpse as he took a deep breath and held it as he carried the thing in.
The noble instructed him to destroy the carriage and kill the horse and then to return inside. Detest the slaughter all he wanted, he obeyed with no hesitation.
When he returned to the crypt he found his companion kneeling on the floor, an effigy of a person encircled by candles before him. A basket of nightshade petals sat beside him as he stabbed the body while chanting the words to the Night Mother’s prayer, summoning the Dark Brotherhood to do his deadly bidding.