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She inhaled pulling the cloth away pausing on how to answer that. “…..it…it wasn’t. Dour is…..well he’s a soul that was bound to a skull. NOT by me.” She assured him. “I found him in some necromancers lair. Its kind of like……like a soul trapped in a soul gem.” She didn’t really know how to explain it to him. “He’s told me he’s been like that for a long time. And he worries that if I break the skull that he’ll be sent to the Soul Cairn or that his soul will just disappear all together…..so I’ve just kind of kept him around.” She bit her lip not sure how Arthur would take all this. Mentally kicking herself for leaving Dour out in the open like that. But how was she supposed to know she would end up half way across the map after a drinking contest. 

He opened his eyes again and looked at her. “Okay….I think I get it.” He looked over at the skull. “….Still doesn’t make him less creepy though….” He looked back at her. “can you…..do something about him….? Like…put him away…..?” He hated asking this but the skull really did creep him out a lot.

"Sure I have a trunk I can put him in." She stood up moving away from Arthur picking up Dour from the table and heading over to a chest on top of a small bookshelf. Setting the skull down on one of the shelves among the books and spell tombs so she could lift open the lid to place him inside.

"Don’t I get a say in this?" Dour asked. Though he already knew the answer.

"No" she responded flatly placing him inside. 

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"I also see you’ve managed to break your arm. Seems you wont be needing my help with potions for a while." The skull jabbed.

She was just about to retort to Dour’s sass but was cut short by the sound of a loud thud. Her head snapped towards the sound seeing Arthur sprawled out on the ground in a heap. She gave a sigh running her hand through her hair. “Dour….this is why I didn’t introduce you. He’s skittish around the undead. All you managed to do is scare him.”

"………Serves you right. If I had limbs I would take a bow." The skulls light flickered wildly as it let out a cackling laugh.

"By the nine. Dour, I will put you in the trunk again!" She hotly snapped.

"Oooohohohoo I’m quivering in my bones. Such big talk from a one handed Nord." He cackled more when she picked him up moving him to the back room and setting him back in his proper place next to the alchemy table. 

"Just keep quite." She returned to where Arthur had fallen wondering what to do with him. She did her best to sit him up leaning him against the wall. Satisfied she went digging through the cupboards for a cloth. It wasn’t easy getting it wet once she had found one but she managed. Bending down she gently dabbed his forehead with the cool cloth trying to wake him. "Arthur……Arthuuur."

Arthur groaned when he was moved. He groaned again when the wet cloth met his skin and he slowly stirred. He opened his slowly then closed them again and heald his head, making it obvious he was somewhat dizzy from fainting. “Okay……part of me is hoping that the talking skull thing was a hallucination……..but knowing my luck….it wasn’t….”

She inhaled pulling the cloth away pausing on how to answer that. “…..it…it wasn’t. Dour is…..well he’s a soul that was bound to a skull. NOT by me.” She assured him. “I found him in some necromancers lair. Its kind of like……like a soul trapped in a soul gem.” She didn’t really know how to explain it to him. “He’s told me he’s been like that for a long time. And he worries that if I break the skull that he’ll be sent to the Soul Cairn or that his soul will just disappear all together…..so I’ve just kind of kept him around.” She bit her lip not sure how Arthur would take all this. Mentally kicking herself for leaving Dour out in the open like that. But how was she supposed to know she would end up half way across the map after a drinking contest. 

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Her attention turned to the skull sitting on the table set before the Hearth of her fire pit. “Oh..Don’t mind him…That’s just Dour. Uhh you can set it down on that table over there.” She pointed to the one on Arthur’s left tucked into the corner. 

The eye sockets of the skull came alive with an eerie green glow similar to the blue glowing eyes of the drauger. Small runes carved along the ivory surface of bone pulsed as if it were a heart beat. “Just Dour?” A raspy voice spoke the light flickering with each word as if the light its self was speaking. The skulls mouth did not move. But it was certainly talking “Just…Dour? Is that the welcome and thanks I get for helping you?” The skull huffed. 

"Dour, don’t." Andrea said with warning.

"Don’t Dour me! You leave me here for days and then don’t even introduce me when you bring home a guest? The Nerve." 

"You named it?" He held back his chuckle as he went to set the armour on the table she pointed out. He froze though when the skull started speaking and he slowly turned to look at it, his eyes wide and his face pale. "Its…..its talking….."  He continued to stare at it as it continued talking. "….." He then promptly fainted, the talking skull obviously being too much of a shock for him.

"I also see you’ve managed to break your arm. Seems you wont be needing my help with potions for a while." The skull jabbed.

She was just about to retort to Dour’s sass but was cut short by the sound of a loud thud. Her head snapped towards the sound seeing Arthur sprawled out on the ground in a heap. She gave a sigh running her hand through her hair. “Dour….this is why I didn’t introduce you. He’s skittish around the undead. All you managed to do is scare him.”

"………Serves you right. If I had limbs I would take a bow." The skulls light flickered wildly as it let out a cackling laugh.

"By the nine. Dour, I will put you in the trunk again!" She hotly snapped.

"Oooohohohoo I’m quivering in my bones. Such big talk from a one handed Nord." He cackled more when she picked him up moving him to the back room and setting him back in his proper place next to the alchemy table. 

"Just keep quite." She returned to where Arthur had fallen wondering what to do with him. She did her best to sit him up leaning him against the wall. Satisfied she went digging through the cupboards for a cloth. It wasn’t easy getting it wet once she had found one but she managed. Bending down she gently dabbed his forehead with the cool cloth trying to wake him. "Arthur……Arthuuur."

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"Thank you, Arthur." She followed him to the cart taking the helm under her arm and holding onto the boots leaving the gauntlets and chest plate for him to take. She led the way towards her home, setting down the boots to fish out the key. She unlocked the door pushing the door open with her shoulder after gathering up the boots. It was a modest and small abode compared to some but it was cozy and a place she called home. "Ahh its good to be home." She said with a sigh.

Arthur followed her in, carrying the chestplate and gauntlets. “It’s a nice place.” He said, looking around. Then he spotted the skull near the hearth of her home. “…Except for…..that…” He stared at it for a moment then shrugged and looked back at her. “So…where do you want me to put these?” He asked, gesturing to the armour he was carrying.

Her attention turned to the skull sitting on the table set before the Hearth of her fire pit. “Oh..Don’t mind him…That’s just Dour. Uhh you can set it down on that table over there.” She pointed to the one on Arthur’s left tucked into the corner. 

The eye sockets of the skull came alive with an eerie green glow similar to the blue glowing eyes of the drauger. Small runes carved along the ivory surface of bone pulsed as if it were a heart beat. “Just Dour?” A raspy voice spoke the light flickering with each word as if the light its self was speaking. The skulls mouth did not move. But it was certainly talking “Just…Dour? Is that the welcome and thanks I get for helping you?” The skull huffed. 

"Dour, don’t." Andrea said with warning.

"Don’t Dour me! You leave me here for days and then don’t even introduce me when you bring home a guest? The Nerve." 

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"Alright. I’ll come find you when we’re done. " Erick’s father agreed following the boy.

'Sooo while they're doing that do you want to maybe help me carry my armor to my house? Its pretty much right next door so you don't have to worry about them trying to find us.” She gave a nod towards the house that sat closest to both the smithy and the Drunken huntsman. 

"Sure. I’d be more than happy to help you out." He said with a smile. He then went over to the cart to get it.

"Thank you, Arthur." She followed him to the cart taking the helm under her arm and holding onto the boots leaving the gauntlets and chest plate for him to take. She led the way towards her home, setting down the boots to fish out the key. She unlocked the door pushing the door open with her shoulder after gathering up the boots. It was a modest and small abode compared to some but it was cozy and a place she called home. "Ahh its good to be home." She said with a sigh.

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She frowned giving him a light punch in the arm as they made their way into the city. ” Shut up.They don’t like me because I called their captain out on some bullshit, and said he was bad at his job. And I stole from him.” She lowly muttered the last part so that only Arthur could hear it. Her good hand reaching up to scratch along her cheek. The blacksmith Warmaiden’s was right near the entrance of the city. Adrianna Avenicci was busy at her forge crafting arms for the imperial army. 

Erick grind from ear to ear. Excited to finally get his own set of armor. Her looked to his father who gave him a encouraging nod. That was all the boy needed. She happily trotted over towards the shop to look over what they had.

Adrianna glance up sticking the hot iron she was shaping into the trough of water, hardening the metal. “Got some good prices if your looking to buy. We have more if you check inside the shop.” She smiled seeing that light of excitement on Erick’s face. 

"Ow…" He rubbed his arm where she punched him, pouting a little. However, he broke into a huge grin at her whispered statement about the guards’ boss. "I see." Arthur then smiled and looked over at the innkeeper. "Get him all fitted for his armour and I’ll pay for it as we agreed."

"Alright. I’ll come find you when we’re done. " Erick’s father agreed following the boy.

'Sooo while they're doing that do you want to maybe help me carry my armor to my house? Its pretty much right next door so you don't have to worry about them trying to find us.” She gave a nod towards the house that sat closest to both the smithy and the Drunken huntsman. 

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She puffed her cheeks a little blowing out air from between pursed lips “Yeah you’re right.” She whispered back. She wasn’t trying to stomp on Erick’s dream, though the kid didn’t really seemed phased by her words. She just couldn’t accept that the Dragonborn had showed up at the perfect time to help save Whiterun. Just because a man killed a dragon doesn’t make him a legend. The blades had killed dragons long before. That didn’t make all of them Dragonborn. She stayed quite the rest of the way keeping her own thoughts to herself until they had reached the gate.

"Hail, Companion" One of the Guards called 

"Been keeping out of trouble I hope, Strongiron." The other quipped in nodding towards her arm.

"Yeah yeah just open the gate." Andrea muttered in response

He let out a chuckle at the banter as they passed through the gate. “Well, you sure are popular.”

She frowned giving him a light punch in the arm as they made their way into the city. ” Shut up.They don’t like me because I called their captain out on some bullshit, and said he was bad at his job. And I stole from him.” She lowly muttered the last part so that only Arthur could hear it. Her good hand reaching up to scratch along her cheek. The blacksmith Warmaiden’s was right near the entrance of the city. Adrianna Avenicci was busy at her forge crafting arms for the imperial army. 

Erick grind from ear to ear. Excited to finally get his own set of armor. Her looked to his father who gave him a encouraging nod. That was all the boy needed. She happily trotted over towards the shop to look over what they had.

Adrianna glance up sticking the hot iron she was shaping into the trough of water, hardening the metal. “Got some good prices if your looking to buy. We have more if you check inside the shop.” She smiled seeing that light of excitement on Erick’s face. 

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"Oh yeah." Andrea agreed. "Alduin the world eater?" She prompted. Hoping that was the dragon Arthur meant. It was certainly the only large black dragon she knew of from the old stories. "I’ve heard rumors that people are saying he’s back. And that the world is coming to an end."

Erick’s father eyed the broken tower warily as they passed. “I’ve heard talk of it too. Bad tidings for us if its true.”

"Yeah but that’s IF its true.” she continued as they passed the modest farming steads of Whiterun, passing the occasional guard on patrol. “People have also been saying that there is a Dragonborn about. Of the likes of Tiber Septim himself they say…..I wouldn’t put too much stalk in everything they are talking about.” She turned about walking backwards a bit, using her good arm to gesture back towards the tower. “Yes a dragon attacked Whiterun. Yes a mysterious man helped the guards take it down. That doesn’t automatically make him what they claim.”

"I believe the Dragonborn is real." Erick piped up.

"That’s fine Erick. All I’m saying is that just because they think he’s the Dragonborn doesn’t mean he actually is THE Dragonborn."  

"Yeah, that was it. Alduin…kind of a forboding name….."

"It is just a rumour after all. Usually rumours are not true so we propably have nothing to worry about." He said, tryng make them feel more at ease. He then nudged Andrea on her good side and whispered, "Let the boy believe what he wants. He is just a kid."

She puffed her cheeks a little blowing out air from between pursed lips “Yeah you’re right.” She whispered back. She wasn’t trying to stomp on Erick’s dream, though the kid didn’t really seemed phased by her words. She just couldn’t accept that the Dragonborn had showed up at the perfect time to help save Whiterun. Just because a man killed a dragon doesn’t make him a legend. The blades had killed dragons long before. That didn’t make all of them Dragonborn. She stayed quite the rest of the way keeping her own thoughts to herself until they had reached the gate.

"Hail, Companion" One of the Guards called 

"Been keeping out of trouble I hope, Strongiron." The other quipped in nodding towards her arm.

"Yeah yeah just open the gate." Andrea muttered in response