Sundas, Last Seed 23rd: Whiterun
Faendal and I are in the Bannered Mare in Whiterun, lingering over a few drinks.
We've had a disagreement about where we - I! - should go next. He thinks we should climb a bloody great mountain to shout at some bearded old hermit weirdos. I disagree.
The drink is good, the food is good, and the company is...acceptable. We linger some more. I'm being careful today: I want to keep a clear head. I'm still trying to come to terms with what's happened to me over the last week, and especially the last day or two.
It's still only been just over a week! It feels like a lot longer: so much has happened! Just a few days ago I was on the run, living off the land, and other people. Sleeping where I could, eating when I could, taking what I needed to survive. A scamp, a tramp, a thief, a runaway. A nobody. But a Survivor.
Now what am I? A grave robber. An artefact finder. A friend of Jarls. A Dragonslayer. A Thane. A Hero. A 'Dragonborn'? A mad Shouter?
I still don't understand any of this, not really. It's all still too much.
"It's all still too much!" I tell Faendal.
"The drink again and the food, Shinbira? Just go easy: remember last night!"
He's winking. "You know what I mean, you silly Elf.
"I still need answers, I still need to understand," I continue, "Why was I on the verge of execution, only to be rescued by a bloody dragon attack?! Then escaped with help of a vile Nord, who I came to call 'friend'? The bloody Nords killed my mother, Faendal: you know that! It makes no sense!"
"It doesn't, brother. A lot of things in this life don't make sense."
"Don't be so bloody philosophical! And you're telling me not to drink too much: how many have you had?"
At this he smiles. "I'm always like this, brother: sorry."
"Yes you are, Faendal, of course you are. You're bloody annoying too."
"So then, what do you want to do now?" he asks, ignoring my jibes.
I've made my mind up!
"I think you know, Faendal."
I do like teasing him, but he should know, really.
He stops and thinks, quietly sipping his wine, while I study his face intently.
"No." he replies, finally. "I really don't know. Tell me."
"Really?" I playfully chide. "I'm a Dunmer. That's a clue."
He thinks some more, still sipping his wine.
"Come on, brother!" I prompt. "What would a Dunmer do in a time of uncertainty and crisis?"
He still doesn't see! Then suddenly: "Ah! Of course. But...it's really cold there! And so far away. Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm sure. And you don't have to come with me if you're afraid your big nose might freeze and drop off."
"Thank you for your concern," the Bosmer replies, with a slight lack of sincerity. "But I'll still go with you in case you need someone to tuck you in at night, again."
"If you wish. I do need someone to carry all my stuff, and you're still here."
"Good."
"Good.
"Then it's settled!" I slam my ale hard down on the Inn's table. "We're off to see Azura! Ready?"
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