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Call of the Blood 13.2/?

[(Anonymous)]

The circle began to loosely break up, the members of Jorrvaskr loosely clustering together, talking in low voices. Only Aela and I didn't join in; Aela stalking straight back downstairs, face and body tight with suppressed anger. As for me I just stood there, feeling utterly disconnected from everything around me. Numb. It was a welcome change from the confusion and anger I'd felt earlier.

"How are you feeling now, Igne?" Njada's hoarse voice cut through my daze but it took me a moment to realise that she was talking to me.
"I'm fine."
She frowned slightly but carried on, "We're all heading to the Mare for a few drinks in Skjor's name now. Are you coming?"
"Yeah. Sure. I just need to speak to Kodlak quickly."

Kodlak was talking to Eorlund, Vilkas and Farkas. So I took a seat on the bench nearby and waited. The niggling dark voice that had been creeping more and more into my thoughts since I had discovered I was the Dragonborn was resurfacing, though whether it was being brought out by my captivity and Skjor's death or the Beastblood was anyone's guess. Not that it mattered.

It's time to stop being stupid and get down to business. No more distractions. No more playing games. Just duty. It's for the best anyway. It's not like you're actually going to survive this. It's not like you're going to have a future.

I had joined the Companions for a reason. And I had allowed myself to get distracted.

No more.

Kodlak had finished speaking with the two brothers, Vilkas casting me a hooded, unreadable glance as he strode off to speak with Ria. I hovered on the peripheries, waiting for Kodlak and as soon as Vilkas and Farkas were out of earshot he nodded me over.
"Kodlak? I know this is a bad time but I was wondering…can I look through your records later? I need to find the locations of Word Walls and the Companions have probably been to every cave and ruin in Skyrim at some point."

And I'm trying to avoid asking Delphine. I think that might make it too real.

The Harbinger gave me a tired smile, "Of course you can, Igne. But you'd be better off asking Vilkas which ones you need to look at. Sadly, I'm no scholar." He looked like a tired, old man. No more than that. He looked almost... defeated.

But what could I say? That I was sorry? Or that I would seek vengeance? Neither seemed quite right, almost trite and hollow, so I merely nodded and left him to his thoughts, joining the others as they prepared to head to the Bannered Mare.

Lydia was sat outside Jorrvaskr on one of the benches under the Gildergreen. As soon as she saw me, she sprang up, headed straight for me.
"Lyd-ow!" I rubbed my arm where her punch had landed, casting her a wounded glance as she glared down at me.
"Don't you dare do that again."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, "Good to see you too, Lydia."
Then I was utterly taken aback as Lydia, my stoic, unemotional Housecarl, pulled me into a hug. It only lasted a second but it felt... awkward. I just stood there, hands hovering at my sides until they came up to pat her on the back, whilst Farkas sniggered at me over her head. When she let me go, Farkas spoke up, "We're heading to the Mare for Skjor's wake, if you want to come."
"I shouldn't intrude." Though her gaze lingered a fraction of a second too long on Farkas's face.
Vilkas had picked up on it too, "Nonsense. Come along. Besides, someone has to keep an eye on Trouble over there."
"Hey!"

Grumpy bastard.