The following morning had Lydia shaking me awake again. Damn it, Lydia. My head hurt like hell and my muscles throbbed with a dull aching pain. Deciding to stay in bed for five more minutes, or half an hour, I tugged my blanket over my head trying to block out my annoying Housecarl. Then my body involuntarily curled around itself as a gust of cold air washed over me. Lydia had yanked the blankets off. Evil woman.
I pushed myself to a seated position, rubbing my sleep filled eyes and grumbling under my breath about certain Housecarls that were too happy in the morning. She shot me a unfazed glance, "You have a meeting with the Companions at dawn, remember?"
No rest for the Dragonborn.
Once I was up, dressed and fed I headed up to Jorrvaskr. Most of the citizens were already awake, despite the early hour, helping the weary Legion clean up the debris and mess from the battle. Waiting at the steps of Jorrvaskr were two familiar figures. Tall, dark and far-too-happy-for-this-time-in-the-morning was waiting with tall, dark and clearly-not-a-morning-person-as-well.
At least we have one thing in common.
"Good morning, Igne. Morning, Lydia." The giant of a twin greeted us, tone far too cheerful for this early and this soon after a battle. Neither of the two Companions showed any signs of injury or tiredness and I envied them. I, on the other hand, looked like something that had been dragged through a hedge backwards. By a dragon. The Companion continued, "I'm Farkas and my brother is Vilkas." The saturnine twin let out a small huff that I guessed was his greeting. Farkas gestured at us to follow him and he led us round the longhouse to a large training yard overshadowed by a cliff. The clash of a hammer striking steel sounded from above and I guessed that that must be the elusive Skyforge Adrianne was always grumbling about. Farkas stopped in the centre and his twin moved up from behind us to stand next to him. "Kodlak wanted us to have a look at you in one-to-one combat first. So you'll be fighting Vilkas. " He moved past me, leaving his twin and myself in the centre of the yard, clapping me on the shoulder with his hand as he passed. "Don't worry, you'll do fine."
Call of the Blood 3.1/?
Evil woman.
I pushed myself to a seated position, rubbing my sleep filled eyes and grumbling under my breath about certain Housecarls that were too happy in the morning. She shot me a unfazed glance, "You have a meeting with the Companions at dawn, remember?"
No rest for the Dragonborn.
Once I was up, dressed and fed I headed up to Jorrvaskr. Most of the citizens were already awake, despite the early hour, helping the weary Legion clean up the debris and mess from the battle. Waiting at the steps of Jorrvaskr were two familiar figures. Tall, dark and far-too-happy-for-this-time-in-the-morning was waiting with tall, dark and clearly-not-a-morning-person-as-well.
At least we have one thing in common.
"Good morning, Igne. Morning, Lydia." The giant of a twin greeted us, tone far too cheerful for this early and this soon after a battle. Neither of the two Companions showed any signs of injury or tiredness and I envied them. I, on the other hand, looked like something that had been dragged through a hedge backwards. By a dragon. The Companion continued, "I'm Farkas and my brother is Vilkas." The saturnine twin let out a small huff that I guessed was his greeting. Farkas gestured at us to follow him and he led us round the longhouse to a large training yard overshadowed by a cliff. The clash of a hammer striking steel sounded from above and I guessed that that must be the elusive Skyforge Adrianne was always grumbling about. Farkas stopped in the centre and his twin moved up from behind us to stand next to him.
"Kodlak wanted us to have a look at you in one-to-one combat first. So you'll be fighting Vilkas. " He moved past me, leaving his twin and myself in the centre of the yard, clapping me on the shoulder with his hand as he passed. "Don't worry, you'll do fine."
Right.