"I am, and I need to as well," he agrees. "Do you already have a rough idea of how much we'll need?"
"Just enough for the trip there, I expect," she says, as Vilkas grabs his pack and they jog upstairs. "From what I understand, there's a small village at the foot of the mountain that's usually happy to feed visitors in exchange for a bit of coin. No sense taking more than we can carry."
Vilkas nods. "Are we heading south or east?"
"I hadn't decided," she says. "Do you have an opinion?"
He shrugs. "East is shorter," he says, "but I think we should go south first. It's a bit less direct, but it'll be safer. Do you have a map?" he asks, and she nods, tugs a well-worn piece of parchment out of her bag and spreads it across the table.
"Here," Vilkas says, and taps her handwritten note on the map: Whiterun. He trails his finger down. "We can cross through Riverwood first, and then depending on how it looks, either go around Helgen or cut through it. The guards said there were rumors that a dragon attacked there, so I guess the place is pretty much abandoned."
He looks up to see a strange expression cross Miri's face. "Is...that okay?" he asks.
"Fine," she says shortly. "That's fine, it makes sense. Go on."
She seems unhappy still, but she doesn't seem inclined to share, so Vilkas gives her one last long look and then moves on. "Then we follow the main roads east and work our way closer up to the mountain." He taps a spot on the map at the base of the mountain. "Ivarstead is around here, roughly. That's the village you were talking about. That's generally where the Greybeards get their supplies from, from what I'm told."
"That makes sense," she says, nodding. "I think by the time we get there it'll be fairly late...and I don't relish the thought of trying to pick our way up the mountain in the dark. So I think we should plan to stay the night in the town, and then make our way up at sunrise."
Vilkas gives a half-shrug and nod. He could probably do it if he were shifted, but she doesn't have the luxury of the energy reserves nor the decent night vision. "Okay," he says. "Are we ready?"
"I'm as ready as I'm going to be," she says, smiling as she rolls up the map and tucks it back in her pack. "How about you?"
"I'm ready," he says. Now that they have a plan, he finds himself looking forward to the journey. No Silver Hand, no missions of his own...just the wide-open sky and a clear path ahead. "Let's get going."
FILL: Vilkas/F!DB: "Lovers' Knot" 20/?
"Just enough for the trip there, I expect," she says, as Vilkas grabs his pack and they jog upstairs. "From what I understand, there's a small village at the foot of the mountain that's usually happy to feed visitors in exchange for a bit of coin. No sense taking more than we can carry."
Vilkas nods. "Are we heading south or east?"
"I hadn't decided," she says. "Do you have an opinion?"
He shrugs. "East is shorter," he says, "but I think we should go south first. It's a bit less direct, but it'll be safer. Do you have a map?" he asks, and she nods, tugs a well-worn piece of parchment out of her bag and spreads it across the table.
"Here," Vilkas says, and taps her handwritten note on the map: Whiterun. He trails his finger down. "We can cross through Riverwood first, and then depending on how it looks, either go around Helgen or cut through it. The guards said there were rumors that a dragon attacked there, so I guess the place is pretty much abandoned."
He looks up to see a strange expression cross Miri's face. "Is...that okay?" he asks.
"Fine," she says shortly. "That's fine, it makes sense. Go on."
She seems unhappy still, but she doesn't seem inclined to share, so Vilkas gives her one last long look and then moves on. "Then we follow the main roads east and work our way closer up to the mountain." He taps a spot on the map at the base of the mountain. "Ivarstead is around here, roughly. That's the village you were talking about. That's generally where the Greybeards get their supplies from, from what I'm told."
"That makes sense," she says, nodding. "I think by the time we get there it'll be fairly late...and I don't relish the thought of trying to pick our way up the mountain in the dark. So I think we should plan to stay the night in the town, and then make our way up at sunrise."
Vilkas gives a half-shrug and nod. He could probably do it if he were shifted, but she doesn't have the luxury of the energy reserves nor the decent night vision. "Okay," he says. "Are we ready?"
"I'm as ready as I'm going to be," she says, smiling as she rolls up the map and tucks it back in her pack. "How about you?"
"I'm ready," he says. Now that they have a plan, he finds himself looking forward to the journey. No Silver Hand, no missions of his own...just the wide-open sky and a clear path ahead. "Let's get going."