Separate Ways | Tedril

[lydia .]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Like your face getting forced to the floor {WORDS } 834 {TAGGED } Tedril {WEARING} Her armor! Rolling her shoulder back, Lydia glanced from Tedril to Irileth and simply waited for this to be over with. So today they would get some action. Good. Lydia had been missing that in the past few days. Though things might arguably be better around Whiterun for the citizens in times of calm, Lydia found that she would much rather have something to do than to just sit around the city and wait for something bad to happen. She supposed if she was one of the average people around, who had their little families, little houses and little lives, she would feel differently about situations like this. As it was, she had no family – outside of her spirited grandma living in the house her father had obtained all those years ago, and no ‘steady job’ that she had to worry about. Her life was this. The life of a housecarl was sure interesting, and provided plenty of excitement in the different battles and situations that they ran into, and though she had the dream of being a thane one day, for now Lydia was more than content in her position. Except when Tedril decided he needed his hands free and that she should cart everything of his around. They hadn’t really been partners for long enough for her to make a judgment about him though. After all, she’d been on a sort of ‘leave’ from the hold after her father had died in her duties to the elderly – but still fiery tempered Nord she called grandmother. Getting her grandmother to leave Winterhold and come journey to Whiterun to live permanently had been just about as easy as pulling your own teeth out, but in the end the older woman had come. Mainly because Lydia had dug in her heels and fought the old lady tooth and nail to do so. Not physically of course, though she had thought for a moment that it would come down to her slinging the older lady over her shoulder and physically bringing her here. But finally she had agreed and Lydia had returned to the city of her birth with the only kin she had left. During that somewhat long time that she had been gone it seemed as if a dark elf had made quite the name for himself and become Thane in Whiterun. Balgruuf had told her then that she was to become his housecarl. That had been nearly two weeks ago now, though in that time things had been relatively calm in the area, so Lydia still had yet to really work with him on anything as serious as this. And from what Irileth had said, it was a group of bandits that had burned the house of a resident out in the countryside that they were going after. Apparently they were holed up in some cave southwest of Whiterun. Dark eyes flickered back and forth between the two Dunmer’s while they hashed out the details a bit more. She didn’t really care about this whole process, Lydia just wanted to be out in the open countryside with some excitement. Thankfully by the sounds of it, they were wrapping up their whole rendezvous. A few moments later Irileth dismissed them by wishing them good luck and walking away. Shifting her weight to another foot, the dark haired woman cocked her head to the side. “Do we leave immediately then?” Lydia was eager to be off. She had yet to prove herself as anything of a housecarl, since her duties to her kin had kept her from the duties as such. That coupled with the quiet last few weeks had her practically wanting to gnaw at the hinges of the doors to actually get in a good fight, blood pumping and fists swinging. She’d thought there for a few days that she might have to seek out one of her childhood friends and get in a friendly brawl to work off some of her steam, but thankfully Irileth had given them this to do just before she’d done so. After all, it wouldn’t be fair to knock even more teeth out of their mouths. What little they had were probably cherished by their wives. {NOTES} I am way too excited for this XD

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[TEDRIL GAVYN .]

we as stars are even brighter

contrasted by the night

TAG: Lydia! Words: 796

ONE LAST THING: All. This. Muse. And with these two, the muse is gonna keep coming, I just know it. >>

”We’ll see the job done with no issue if these reports are up to date. Hopefully your men gather intelligence as well as they tear dragons from the sky, Irileth.”

Though Tedril could not assume such things from the average, inattentive Nord soldier residing in the city, he would willingly give them the benefit of the doubt when it came to the bandits that had burned down the home of their countrymen. And Irileth, a fellow Dunmer and easily the most respected Dunmer in Whiterun Hold in the opinions of most, assured him that he had no need to worry. Tedril wouldn’t waste away his life in worrying either way, but her word still provided some…validation to his plans, at the very least. Tedril finally pushed himself from off of the map-and-report-laden table to listen to Irileth as she made her final comments and then took her leave, wishing them luck. Of course she would wish them luck – without Tedril, she’d find herself tasked with handling every bit of unsavory business in the hold yet again. There were downsides to being a respected member of Whiterun Hold, and especially of the jarl’s palace. It seemed everyone wanted to bother their betters to put an end to their own problems. Tedril curled up his lip at the thought and went to picking up one of the maps that he planned to carry with him, starting to fold it and put it in his pocket before the admittedly agreeable voice of his company in the room drew his eyes to the source, whom he looked in the face.

If the truth be told, Tedril could not seem to get himself used to having the raven-locked Nord prepared to aid him at most hours of the typical day. It was not that Tedril disliked the assignment of a housecarl to serve him, nor was it that he disliked Lydia in any way. In fact, Tedril had decided not long after their introduction that she was far and away more interesting of a character than most Nords and was probably, somewhere beyond their racial differences and upbringings, not completely unlike Tedril in a few small ways. Tedril was simply unused to the sort of assistance she was ready to provide. Admittedly, though, he wouldn’t mind having another set of sturdy shoulders along with him on most days… and her shoulders were especially sturdy-looking – probably an immensely attractive feature for a female Nord. His eyes lingered on her a few seconds, mulling that thought over needlessly, before he finally processed what it was that she’d asked him. ”I have no reason for us to wait if you’re prepared,” the elf replied, ready to assume that the reason that Lydia was asking to begin with was due to some manner of anxiousness that compelled her. The map he slid into a pouch tied at his belt once he regained his recollection of what he’d been doing previously. After stopping with his hands propped against his hips long enough to survey the room for any further necessities, Tedril’s eyes settled again on Lydia, and he inclined his head towards the exit. ”Let’s be off, then.”

As they passed through the main hall of the palace, Tedril considered that this would be his first tasked performed alongside Lydia. Judging by her stature, the armor she wore that he currently heard clanking nearby, and what he’d thus far gathered in terms of her personality, she was a housecarl after Irileth’s own heart – apparently more than able, if he was to exaggerate, to hold her own in a fight. How useful Lydia would be, Tedril hadn’t the slightest idea. He never set his expectations particularly high before having a reason to set them at any level. Wading into a bandit camp did have a way of…bringing out the worst in most and the best in few, though. Tedril imagined he would get a perfectly fine chance to see whether Lydia would be worth the weight of her armor in combat. As long as she was willing to adhere to some of the ideas on how to wipe a camp free of bandits – the ideas that had served Tedril more than well over the last few years of his life – then he imagined that they would develop quite a healthy relationship, he and the lady Nord. Some of the more…curious reactions that she’d had to some of his minor requests thus far left him to doubt her abilities to listen, though. Still, no worthwhile partnership was born in a day…

Once outside, his eyes turned to her again. A need to feel out the Nord on a few more subjects struck him. ”What are your experiences with bandits, Lydia – stories or the flesh and blood beasts themselves?”

the two of us a big bang

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[lydia .]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Like your face getting forced to the floor {WORDS } 1004 {TAGGED } Tedril {WEARING} Armor Despite being eager to be off, Lydia knew that ultimately the decision was Tedril’s to make. He was her Thane after all, and because of such, he was the one that made those more weightier decisions. It wasn’t her place to tell him what to do. That would be something that she would have to learn, because it was hard not to give her opinion on things like this. It did help that he was older though, and she hadn’t grown up with him. Had one of her childhood friends been named Thane of Whiterun and she been enlisted as his housecarl, Lydia would be having a much harder time of it right now. After all, she couldn’t think of one man that she had known growing up that she hadn’t taken to the ground and stuffed his mouth or nose full of mud at some point. And so she waited for him to make the decision, making a conscious effort not to shift her weight around or make it seem like she was impatient. Even if she was impatient, which she was. It’d been far too long since she’d had a good fight. …A verbal fight with an old lady didn’t count either. Finally (though it had only been a few moments time) he addressed her and her question. Thankfully he seemed to think there was no reason to hang around when they had work to do, so Lydia nodded in return. “I’m ready my Thane.” ‘My Thane’ indeed. It may have come off a little sarcastically, though she had sincerely tried to sound completely respectful. It wasn’t that she didn’t respect him as a Thane and that she was merely his Housecarl, but she didn’t really know him very well. For all she knew, he might not even deserve the title of a Thane. Perhaps she wasn’t being very fair with this Dunmer though. With her own father being a Thane of Whiterun and being…a complete brute of a man in physical appearance, Lydia had lower expectations of those without that brute strength appearance. Balgruuf seemed to value this man as a Thane though, so Lydia figured that there must be something there that showed off his prowess. He certainly looked capable anyway. With the same eager nod of her head, blood pumping at the thought of a good battle, Lydia trailed after her Thane as he headed off toward the exit. Though she nearly kept abreast to him, Lydia made sure that he had a little bit of a lead. Though she didn’t have to consciously make sure of that, she had noticed from earlier meetings that he did seem to have a well-paced stride. No plodding about this one. Not that she had expected much else from a Dunmer. Lydia didn’t mind the lack of speaking while they made their way outside. When one had nothing to say, they didn’t need to match it with any idle chatter. Especially around someone that you didn’t know very well. Though she was nowhere near antisocial, Lydia also had never been one to sit around in idle chatter. At his direct question however, Lydia tipped her chin up and thought about it for a few moments. “I’ve had dealings with them before.”, she finally said. “In the flesh and blood.” When she’d been a kid hanging out with the boys, they’d all had…some interesting ideas. There had been more than one bandit skirmish in Lydia’s life, though one hadn’t been much to speak of. Avulstein Gray-Mane had come up with the bright idea to take care of a small band of bandits that Balgruuf’s father, at that time the Jarl, had been going to send a Thane after. According to Avulstein, if they could root out the bandits, they would get the prestige and one day perhaps become Thanes of Whiterun. Lydia hadn’t been able to back down once he had teased her about being a chicken if she didn’t. And so she had went. That…had went poorly. So poorly in fact, had her father and his housecarl not shown up at the perfect time – that of her and Avulstein fighting a losing battle, they would have probably been killed. She’d been fifteen at that time. Lydia remembered that moment well, because it had been afterward that her father had sentenced her to ‘prison’ for a month. That was, being unable to leave the city of Whiterun for a month, and he’d taken her weapons during that time. Lydia didn’t much like being forced to play the woman and cook and clean like he had told her, but there hadn’t been much to do about it…aside from do it. Worst month of her life that. The battles after had gone much better, so she wouldn’t have to tell Tedril about that sorry little incident. “My father was a Thane in Whiterun before his death. I’ve helped the city deal with some bandit problems in the past.” Hopefully that was a good enough answer for him. Not thinking, Lydia looked him square in the face. “Have you had encounters?” Almost as soon as the question came out she realized that she had no right to be questioning his abilities. He was her Thane after all, not the other way around. Well…too late to go back now. {NOTES} XD Oooooh Lydia. But yeah, the muse ;-; It's glorious.

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[TEDRIL GAVYN .]

we as stars are even brighter

contrasted by the night

TAG: Lydia! Words: 819

ONE LAST THING: You can time-skip to them getting to the camp if you wish. Or, if we want to just keep going with them talking the whole way, it's fine too.

What Tedril couldn’t quite figure out sometimes, when it came to Lydia, was the lightly apparent…tone to her voice at times that made him wonder if she didn’t want to spout a thousand complaints to him. Perhaps two weeks was too short of a time for Tedril to be making asinine assumptions about what could be going on in the head of a female Nord, but he rather trusted his instincts when it came to most personalities. As she confirmed that she was ready to leave, the Dunmer resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow at her, only studying her expression to attempt a judgment of her sincerity. He only kept his gaze on her long enough to step past and lead the way towards the front of Dragonsreach, not interested in wasting any time on a character analysis of his housecarl. Today’s business would see Tedril learning all he could about Lydia either way. One always showed their true colors in the heat of combat, and Tedril could imagine no way past the removal of these deplorable bandits without something akin to a fight taking place. He was genuinely curious to see what Lydia was willing to do in a fight, because thus far he’d heard good things about her talents. Again, judging her by appearance…yes, she would be a worthwhile partner when the arrows started to fly.

Tedril did want to know beforehand, though, what Lydia thought of bandits in general. Naturally, Tedril’s work had rendered him extremely hostile to bandits, both because they stole and slaughtered to further no one but themselves and because, even from youth, Tedril had known them to be the monsters in the night who had attacked his family’s caravans. It was probably from that young age that he’d learned to despise the majority of them. He knew that all bandits were not made the same, but the vast majority was the type to hit a passing carriage, killing women and children who might be riding in it, in order to secure so much as a few coins. The ones they would face today – again, if Irileth’s intelligence proved accurate – would be a part of that majority.

Listening to Lydia’s not-particularly-detailed response with a pointed ear turned her way, Tedril strode down the stairs from Dragonsreach into the city proper – with its continuously civilized hustle and bustle, save for the children having their fun as three rushed between the elf and the Nord - and again studied her to see if he should wait for anything more she might be compelled to say about the bandits and thinking his question had been open enough to trigger her to explain. Though tempted to urge something more out of her, Tedril proved patient enough that the woman spoke up again. With interest in his eyes, he nodded slowly. ”I hadn’t been told your father was a Thane.” The Jarl’s had mentioned that Lydia came from good stock. Tedril, upon first viewing the lady, had assumed that he meant Lydia came from a rather impressively sturdy Nord family. At the time, he’d wondered why the Nords referred to one another as if they were cattle, but hadn’t said anything about it. Now he understood much better as they passed the food stands, some of the smells catching Tedril’s nose and convincing him to inspect the stands closely before he replied. If the people of Skyrim knew any one thing, it was the charm of fresh food.

Before Tedril could unhinge a couple of questions from his tongue on the subject of her father, the woman asked her own question. Tedril met her eyes. ”Regularly,” he said, curtly, ”The contracts for dealing with a bandit here and a bandit there while I worked solely as a mercenary practically stacked atop one another. Mostly the dealings were with groups of three or four who were in over their heads with a blade in hand.” Such as the youth from one of the two rival families in the cities that happened to pass them. He averted his eyes from Lydia. ”If I had my way, they’d all be suffering in Oblivion under Daedra…whom I also don’t like.” Tedril didn’t care to make it a secret that he genuinely was not fond of the people he was often hired to drive out of certain areas. There was no need for Lydia to be any less aware than anyone else of Tedril’s disdain for bandits…in fact, she should probably be more aware of it than most anyone else but the bandits themselves.

Now that she’d been answered, the elf could ask about Lydia’s father. They were roundabout to the gate to exit, and as Tedril stepped forwards to push it open, he turned himself to face the housecarl. ”Your father must have passed before I came to Whiterun,” he began, tactfully, in case the question was a touchy one.

the two of us a big bang

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[lydia .]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Like your face getting forced to the floor {WORDS } 1013 {TAGGED } Tedril {WEARING} Armor! Lydia glanced over at her thane in surprise when he said that he hadn’t known what her father had been. Instead of simply dropping her gaze and being done with it right then and there, she found herself studying him more thoroughly. She was honestly surprised that he didn’t know every possible thing about her past. Why hadn’t Balgruuf said anything about her father? Not that she felt cheated that he had not. Lydia didn’t need to feel more important than she was, and didn’t think that her father’s position gave her any right to brag. It was just…odd to her, that someone could have a housecarl appointed to them and not ask a few questions about their past. Then again, it wasn’t like she had asked every personal question about her new Thane when Balgruuf had told her about her new station. Perhaps she should have, now that she thought about it. Who was she going to ask though? It wasn’t like anyone around Whiterun really knew this Dark Elf inside and out anyway. “Balgruuf must not have wanted to.”, she commented in reply to his statement. Short, yes, but that was Lydia’s way. Lydia was relieved when the subject of bandits led them off the subject of her father. He hadn’t been gone for very long now really, and though Lydia hadn’t ever been an emotional person, she still grieved the man that had raised her up. It was simply hidden underneath her tough outer shell. What was she going to do? Go sobbing to someone about how life wasn’t fair and that her father never should have been taken from her and all that stupidity? Right. So yes, bandits. The look that she met when he lifted his eyes sent a slight chill down her spine. This was a man, she summed up quickly, that knew how to handle himself and could kill effortlessly when needed. Lydia didn’t need to see him work to know that simple fact about him. There was just something about the way he looked when he spoke about bandits. Lydia had to admit that she liked how direct he was. There was no hedging or beating around the bush with this one, a quality she could appreciate. The other thing that she got from that short explanation was that he had just as strong of feelings as she did about bandits and the like. Scum of the earth really. They preyed on those that had no ability to protect themselves and thought themselves extremely deadly because of it. Please. (Right at that moment I imagined Lydia and Tedril posing with a “Beach please” caption. Do not ask me why?) “Seems like we share the same opinion about bandits.”, she mentioned lightly while they walked up to the gates to the city. She had thought that she would escape the questions about her father. Unfortunately her Thane had other ideas. For a moment, Lydia watched Tedril with a set jaw. She didn’t have any desire to talk about her father, especially with an elf that was nearly a complete stranger to her. Unfortunately she didn’t figure she had much of a choice. “He took up a blade and fought the first dragon to attack.” Lydia didn’t think she needed to say much more than that, but she did add a little bit. “His wounds were severe. He died the following day.” Lydia had been fighting against that dragon as well, though she hadn’t been harmed. Her father’s faithful housecarl had carried him the long way back to Whiterun. That hadn’t been very long before Tedril had showed up apparently, though Lydia had been away fetching her grandmother at the time. Not wanting to be under his scrutiny any longer, Lydia stepped up to the door. “I’ll get it.”, she commented, before pushing open the door and striding through, her eyes set ahead. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ While they stood crouched nearby the bandits camp, Lydia flickered her eyes over toward her Thane. If she had been by herself, she would have already charged in sword swinging by now. As it was, she waited for his command, figuring that housecarl’s were supposed to do whatever it was that their Thane wanted. The problem with these bandits was that they were holed up in a somewhat well defended cave. Lydia knew a way in through the back, though she wasn’t sure if either way would have any real advantage. Her eyes questioned his decision. “There is a small entrance to the cave from the back – if they haven’t closed it off.”, she mentioned in a low voice, her dark eyes flickering from Tedril and back toward the cave mouth. Shifting to the right a bit, Lydia forced her impatience back down. She would get time to do what she liked doing soon enough. Hopefully Tedril simply gave her the word and allowed her to rush in through the front. Messing around with the back and stealth had never been any idea that she had. {NOTES} Bring on the hilarious!

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[TEDRIL GAVYN .]

we as stars are even brighter

contrasted by the night

TAG: Lydia! Words: 789

ONE LAST THING: Oh she will love his plan.

Curiously enough, Tedril could feel his housecarl studying him from the side when he brought up her father, making him wonder what it was about his mention of her father that made him immediately the most interesting creature in all of Whiterun. The elf stole a glance her way before Lydia answered him, not exactly taking the statement’s openness by the reins and instead turning the focus on the jarl who had not yet mentioned the woman’s lineage. Curling his lip, Tedril shrugged and again focused on the remaining city before them. ”With all Jarl Balgruuf has to juggle between this troublesome war being waged and these dragons who continue to show a fondness for his hold, I’m surprised he found the time to call me for an audience and assign my title. His having found time to tell me your name is almost to his credit.” Of course, Jarl Balgruuf would likely need every potential Thane in the hold with all that was currently happening around Skyrim. Having a few capable men and women to handle Whiterun’s smaller problems – or perhaps a larger one, should another dragon appear – could only help with whatever stress the rather famous jarl was experiencing.

One of those smaller problems were the bandits that he and Lydia would be dealing with today and probably on several more occasions moving forward if they remained in their respective positions. As Tedril explained his experiences, he thought he caught that she understood what he was trying to hint at about his opinions on bandits. Her words verified that assumption. ”Then we should get along very well, Lydia,” he informed her, matter-of-factly. Tedril had, since meeting her, felt that they wouldn’t have any glaring problems beyond her occasional odd reaction to something he said or requested. Again, she was a Nord, so he supposed those reactions came from some instinctual sense of pride or similar Nord quality.

Now that Lydia’s father had been mentioned, too, Tedril admitted that he was rather curious about whatever had happened to him. It could have been that Tedril had been made a Thane to take her father’s place, in which case he could say that this arrangement would indeed be warranted, if potentially uncomfortable for the both of them. It seemed to be rather uncomfortable now, as Lydia explained what had happened to her father. Ah, so he’d died in combat with one of the dragons. Tedril would imagine that, for a Nord, that would be a fine way to pass to their afterlife in Sovngarde. The mead halls would sing about anyone who fell in combat with a dragon, as the Nords would say of their heroes. Tedril would have possibly had more questions for Lydia, but it seemed enough for her to tell about what had happened. His death must have been fairly recent, if the first among the dragons was involved. ”I am sorry for your loss,” Tedril replied, as a simple condolence, as he nodded his head in thanks for her opening the door and stepped outside of Whiterun. Right, it was time for them to get to their day’s business, and Lydia didn’t seem fond of the current subject anyway. As they strode down the stone path that spilled out into the hold’s open plain, Tedril had but one thing to add to the conversation before they were off.

”We’ll take horses to make for a speedier trip.”

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Tedril rested his head on his arm and studied the camp as if it held the secrets to solving the great riddles of religion and science that currently clung to the world. In reality, the elf was strategizing their best way inside of the camp as he always did, weighing risks against the potential rewards and considering where he and Lydia could best enter. He was used to doing this task alone, but admittedly, Lydia’s presence hadn’t been a problem to him thus far. She only stated something that Tedril had already noticed, but it wasn’t unworthy of a verbal mention. Still staring down below them, he nodded along slowly. ”Even if the back is closed off, we may still find our way in from that direction. Chances are that they closed it off because they never use it, so they would fail to hear us making our way inside if we…have a decent distraction.” With those words spoken, Tedril settled on a simple plan that he had been mulling over. ”If we can take out the watchman that they surely have in the front, his reanimated corpse would make an excellent distraction while we move around to the rear.” He turned to rest his gaze on the housecarl. ”Could you fetch that watchman for us?”

the two of us a big bang

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[lydia .]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Like your face getting forced to the floor {WORDS } 823 {TAGGED } Tedril {WEARING} Armor! Lydia merely nodded in agreement when he was talking about Balgruuf. Lydia had a deep respect for her Jarl, and was happy that he had thought her worthy to become the housecarl of one he deemed worthy of being a thane. She realized he was busy though, and had to agree with her thane on that face. She didn’t, however, have much else to say on that subject – at least not anything that she thought important enough to comment on, never having been one for idle chatter. He seemed to want to have that idle chatter however, and continued on even after she had thought they were alright for the time being. Lydia had to admit that he surprised her a bit on that level. After all, when she had first met him she had taken him for a man that would be as desiring of silence as she herself did. At the same time, she supposed she could understand his desire to learn more about her, just as she had a strong desire to know more about him. If she would spend the majority of her years protecting him from harm, it would be nice to know a small amount. Unlike him though, she trusted Balgruuf’s opinion of her thane and already respected him because her Jarl did. And he just reinforced that when she found out what he thought of bandits. Indeed they would get along well if he despised them as much as she did. Hopefully he felt the same way about the supernatural, such as vampires, werewolves and the like. She herself thought they were repulsive creatures, and had no love for any of them. That being said, she hoped that Tedril wasn’t a supporter of such nonsense. If he was, she supposed she would just have to learn to be okay with it…as hard as that would be. And she also hoped that he would drop the subject of her father. Lydia had yet to grieve for him in any sort of open show of emotion – and would never do so, but it still had left an empty space in her heart. After all, he had been the only parent she had ever known, and she had looked up to him for a many number of years. “He was a good man.”, she said simply and quickly, taking her out from the conversation that he was offering – or so she hopped. Along with her simple comment was the appreciation that he had decided to ride to this bandit cave on horseback. The horses in Skyrim were very sturdy and dependable, so to not use them would be a waste. That…and she would have to walk less distance carrying any of the objects that Tedril asked of her. Was it some sort of a requirement for a thane to have a good amount of items for his housecarl to carry at all times? ------------------------------- As soon as he spoke, Lydia had a desire to groan slightly. She couldn’t say that she had any problem with the idea of going and taking out the watchman, she wasn’t so sure about this whole reanimated business, and conveyed her distaste – or perhaps lack of assurance in his plan on her facial features. Glancing at him once, she turned her dark eyes toward where she was sure that they had their watchman kept. “I have no problem killing him.”, she said finally, before raising her eyebrow at him. “But what exactly are you talking about...with reanimating him?” Lydia was prepared to just simply run into this cave, sword swinging while they took out the bandits. She was confident in her own abilities in order to do so, though he seemed to have a desire to sneak around that she couldn’t quite understand. She had never quite understood that desire actually…and wasn’t sure she understood it now either. But he was her thane…so she had to make an effort, even if it was going to be hard for her to do so. She’d never snuck around anything successfully in her entire life, relying more on her physical prowess to accomplish what she set out to do. Once more she gave him a look that spoke of her hesitation over this plan, and hoped that ‘reanimation’ wasn’t what she was thinking it meant… {NOTES} MUSE! *gives with a bow*

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