Eyes on the Enemy: 14. Paarthurnax

A lot had changed in Jorrvaskr, we had been gone so long. At first nothing was particularly unusual, at least not as long as we didn’t leave Farkas’ room. We were woken several times by the usual morning cacophony of Jorrvaskr – cursing and shouting, banging doors and clanking metal, people searching for armour parts,…

Eyes on the Enemy: 4. Surprises

It was a long, lonely journey from Sky Haven Temple to High Hrothgar, and I relished every moment of it. Avoiding roads and settlements I slowly made my way eastwards, hunted when necessary, camped wherever I was when the sun set, enjoyed my independence. And I was thankful that Delphine had provided me with everything…

Eyes on the Prey: 15. Futile

“It’s all a question of preparation,” Torvar announced dryly as he pulled an insane amount of mead bottles from his pack. “I wanna see them empty tomorrow, or you’ll have to carry them yourself.” We had arrived at the Valtheim Towers before sunset, and Farkas’ stew, Torvar’s supplies and the fire in the closed room…

Eyes on the Prey: 12. Grey

I didn’t count them all, and I lost track anyway after a few hundred and the first onslaught of a pack of wolves, but it were really 7000 steps. At least. Farkas had fun with me mumbling numbers, nudging me, yelling false alarms or telling dirty jokes just to break my concentration. But to count…