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"Brrrrr" I say. "It's freezing for being in this area of Skyrim! What is going on with this world"
Helior: "A far cry from home Miss Dove, I miss the warm sands very much. So vast... so open...so free..." his eyes glaze over as he continues mumbling and musing about home.
Cerwiden: "Come Helior let's sit over by this table. It's toasty enough, and I'll buy the first round!" She drags Helior away in his dazed dreamy state.

I gaze into the warm comforting sight of the fire. it's a chilly night and a drink is just what I need to warm my bones, thank goodness we all agreed to rest in Whiterun. All of this Dragonborn business.. my head is reeling! Half the time I don't know which way is up or down anymore. I know I need to keep going though, I feel like I'm a piece of a puzzle. A very big puzzle. A very big important puzzle.
Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted, his handsome young face and broad torso coming into my field of vision.
"Would you like something to drink Dove?" Says Erik politely and oddly a little reserved.
"Yes, please. I would love nothing more right now." I go to start digging in my coin purse for some septims.
Erik: "Oh no need, I'll get it for you" he says casually. "I'm going that way anyways" He says, trying to make a joke.
I open my mouth to protest the offer, but before I can do so, he's already off. I immediately hear him strike up a conversation with Hulda. I'm surprised when I hear it's not of the flirtatious variety and rather only pleasantries. Strange for such a good looking young man... but why, why am I even thinking about this? He's a hired Sellsword, and I'm his superior.... I really need that drink.
Erik saunters back looking ever so smug and pleased with himself, he puts his arm around me and takes a swig of his drink. I cross my arms and glare at him.
"Erik" I tap my foot.
Erik: "Yeeeesss my Dove?"
"Er, My Dove?" I repeat before brushing it off hurriedly. "Erik. Aren't you forgetting something?" I stretch out my arm exaggeratedly and stare at his mug leading him to do so as well.
Erik: "Oh skeever! I'm sorry Dove!" his cheeks flush in embarrassment and his smugness quickly diminishes. It's strange but I can't help but grin and stare after him as I wait.