A literal mess

Here I am, wandering through the sewers hoping I don't have to fumble my way through another fight. I should've paid more attention to Andaxos when he tried to teach me how to fight. I thought he was a worry wart, now it feels like he was clairvoyant. When he made me promise to learn to use the mace, I don't think this is what he meant.
 
I've been in worse places.
 
Thinking about it, that's probably sad to say, I'm covered in sewage hoping the stains hide the dried blood. I'm going to end up spending my last bit of money on a bathhouse and cleaning supplies at this rate. I wouldn't blame them if they left me there, I feel...less than helpful. I wasn't ready for battle. Not that I want to kill anyone anyway, but I don't think I can avoid doing it. Again.
 
At least the first time was an accident, right? Sort of. The Dragonborn is the only one who saw that, and she hasn't said anything. Oddly enough I don't think any of them will care, but it's not their caring I'm worried about. It was for a good reason...she'll understand I did it to protect someone, right? What if she doesn't? What if all I have left is a mace that I don't know how to use and a handful of ruined bandages?