“What’s that,” Askar’s rumbling voice boomed towards them, the Harbinger standing on top of the stairs that led from the temple to Jorrvaskr, “a bathing trip and a lousy skeever den, and half of you come back injured? And by carriage? Divines, what has become of the mighty Companions!” He threw his hands in the…
Liv knelt at the edge of the little creek and swept large handfuls of icy water into her face. She felt tired, but it was a good kind of exhaustion, incredibly relaxed after soaking for hours in the hot spring right next to their camp. The warm, nearly milky water sated with minerals eased the…
Jergen’s hand closed around Farkas’ shoulder with a firm grip the moment he smelled the smoke, and the boy stopped dead, looking anxiously up to the man. He laid a finger on his lips. “Careful,” he whispered, “someone’s there.” They were approaching a little hut, one of the many shelters found throughout the wilderness of…
They hadn’t even left Whiterun, and Liv wasn’t already so certain any more that she’d have fun during the next days. When the woman and her charges approached the gate, the guard opened it eagerly for them, and as his gaze wandered over the small fellowship, he gave her a sympathetic glance. “Good hunting… Companions,”…
“He is what?” Fury flared in Jergen’s eyes as he sat across the man he had trusted to educate his sons. Only minutes ago he had dealt with a sobbing boy who for the first time in his short life didn’t want to sleep in the same room as his brother. Who was afraid of…
The man clad in steel and with a huge greatsword strapped to his back leant relaxed against one of the wooden columns holding the roof over the terrace. Jergen had just come back to Jorrvaskr from an unexciting but tedious job, hunting down a criminal through the dense woods around Falkreath who had successfully bribed…
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