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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

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Sleepless - Part 80/?

[(Anonymous)]

When Ariella and Vilkas left their room in the morning they had everything packed and were planning on heading back to Whiterun. What they didn’t expect was half the town still in the inn, apparently waiting for them.

They all kind of just stared at the two as they sat down at a table. They rested their packs at their feet and waited for the innkeeper to walk over. When he did they ordered themselves some breakfast then the innkeeper left without collecting their money. Vilkas counted out what he thought they would owe him and left it on the table.

“Why is everyone staring?” Ariella asked, her voice a low whisper

“We did kill a dragon and save their town.” Vilkas whispered back to her. She sunk in her seat and looked down, in that moment no one would have believed that she was the dragon born.

Vilkas looked her and shook his head slightly. Just as he was about to say something the innkeeper came back over with their food. As he placed the bowls down he turned away.

“Uh excuse me sir, you forgot to take our money.” Vilkas called, scooping up the septims and holding them out.

“Slaying that dragon certainly payed for that meal, lad.” The innkeeper said.

“It wasn’t a problem.” Vilkas still offering the gold, the innkeeper shook his head at the offer.

“You two are welcome here anytime, free of charge. You’ve done us a great service, no matter your reasons for doing it if you weren’t here we all would have perished for certain.”

Ariella hadn’t looked up from the table. Vilkas sighed and pocketed the gold reluctantly.

They left the inn a while later and began the trek back to Whiterun. Once they were home they would probably bury themselves in books until they had the next clue about this whole Dragon business.

Ariella was quiet on the walk back, very quiet.

“Is everything alright?” He asked

“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m just thinking.” Vilkas nodded and silence fell between them. She was probably thinking about what step to take against the Dragon’s next. Vilkas shifted the weight of his pack; dragon bones and dragon scales weighed both of their packs down now. Vilkas would just be glad to get home.

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I'm pretty bad at the whole 'tomorrow' thing. Sorry guys.