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letitallout2018-12-15 12:38 am
her mistake is not ignoring the plot quest
Aila's not sure what she'd expected upon her return to Skyrim, but she is sure it's not running errands for mages. Get your own stupid rock, Farengar.
But one doesn't turn down a Jarl without better reason than not liking his pet wizard's tone, so she guesses she's going grave-robbing. ...In the morning. She could probably have talked her way into a bed in Dragonsreach or the temple, but like hell does she want to spend the night having to watch her tongue, so she she's willing to part with a few septims to stay at the tavern.
As Aila props her feet up, settling in with her tankard, it strikes her that this is the first time she's been home in a decade. Sure, she'd crossed the border days ago, but narrowly avoiding execution because of a dragon attack followed by a forced march across an entire hold can't be considered relaxing. Now she has a few hours to simply sit by the fire and listen to her kinsmen tell extravagant lies about their prowess.
Eyes half-closed, she lets her head loll backwards as that bard who thinks he's charming starts into "The Dragonborn Comes." Nice enough singing voice, even if she finds that particular song in poor taste at the moment, given that the actual dragons seem to be back with no sign of Talos or any lesser Dragonborn in tow. Still, the melody is one she hasn't heard since she left Skyrim, and Aila only now realizes how tense she's been as some of that tension drains away.
"Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes." She doesn't notice she's mouthing the words along with the bard. "It's an end to the evil, of all Skyrim's foes..."
But one doesn't turn down a Jarl without better reason than not liking his pet wizard's tone, so she guesses she's going grave-robbing. ...In the morning. She could probably have talked her way into a bed in Dragonsreach or the temple, but like hell does she want to spend the night having to watch her tongue, so she she's willing to part with a few septims to stay at the tavern.
As Aila props her feet up, settling in with her tankard, it strikes her that this is the first time she's been home in a decade. Sure, she'd crossed the border days ago, but narrowly avoiding execution because of a dragon attack followed by a forced march across an entire hold can't be considered relaxing. Now she has a few hours to simply sit by the fire and listen to her kinsmen tell extravagant lies about their prowess.
Eyes half-closed, she lets her head loll backwards as that bard who thinks he's charming starts into "The Dragonborn Comes." Nice enough singing voice, even if she finds that particular song in poor taste at the moment, given that the actual dragons seem to be back with no sign of Talos or any lesser Dragonborn in tow. Still, the melody is one she hasn't heard since she left Skyrim, and Aila only now realizes how tense she's been as some of that tension drains away.
"Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes." She doesn't notice she's mouthing the words along with the bard. "It's an end to the evil, of all Skyrim's foes..."