Where Suldrun rights some wrongs...

 Suldrun explored Markarth and kitted herself out with some basic gear. Doing her best not get involved with the city's infighting, she still picked up a profound disliking for the Dominion none the less. First the Imperials killing her kinsmen and now a bunch of noisy elves telling her not to worship Talos? More and more, Suldrun is thinking about throwing her weapons in with the Stormcloaks. Did she at first fall in with the Stormcloaks because they were, well, Nords and Nords stick together; slowly her growing insight in the political day to day of her beloved Skyrim is giving her perspective and motive.

Thinking herself to be poorly equipped to make good on the pursuit of her drinking buddy, she pays some coin for a mercenary to follow her around for the time being. Her first stop is farming community she reportedly had stopped over. To her bewilderment upon arrival, the folk there, honest but simple, strike her as hostile to her appearance. But that happens when your drunk and you need a goat to trade with a giant for his big toe... Sadly the giant is very happy with his goat. It must have been a great deal for him. After an epic fight that showed her merc that there's no such thing as Septims for free while trailing close enough on the mark to have a good view on prime ass, the giant parts with the goat because in the afterlife he'll have no use for one.

The simple folk of the farming community, communists if they weren't Nords for sure, feel the need to berate Suldrun for her drunken conduct before sending her on her way to the end of her puzzle. Red eared and ashamed, Suldrun decides not to overstay her already lukewarm reception and takes off to confront her drinking buddy. The trip itself was rather uneventful, except for a skirmish with an elven inquisition patrol and an Imperial Noble and his body guard. The bastardly elves payed for their folly with their blood and the Imperial Noble was murdered on general principle.

Dragons, Suldrun realized, had become scarce...

Her drinking buddy had set himself up in a ruined fort, defended by magickers. But magickers don't really have defenses against an archer they can't see. Especially an archer they can't see who also seems to be too fast to be human! (Zoom+slow time perk, get them while stocks last, folks! I call it Suldrun-time, LOL) Then, all of the sudden Suldrun is teleported to Oblivion! What manner of vile being... her drinking buddy of course. "As you can see, I'm a Deadric Prince! Mua hahaha" Suldrun takes it in stride and the two spend some time recounting the tale of debouched night. The Prince is very happy with how it all turned out and gives Suldrun a parting gift; a rose that summons a Deadra that fights at her side for 60 secs each summon. The Prince gestures and Suldrun finds herself back in her house in Whiterun.