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Faendal, whose skills he still struggled to keep ere since childhood in the deep glade of his native province, suddenly slipped and fell buttock-first onto the snow. I also noticed that he looked exhausted, nearly unable to get up onto his feet.

"Are you okay or what?" I asked as I sat onto his knees. "We're almost there."

Faendal sighed. "Sorry. It's my first time actually climbing those great steps up to Hrothgar."

"Hey," I chided. "Think about it -- you're also doing the pilgrimage, so it should be a great honor that you're coming with me, and see the Greybeards for yourself."

"Really?" the Bosmer said.

"Aye. Only a few outsiders ever to come close to them, you know."