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stand meup and maybe i won't be so small
free my hands and feet
and maybe i won't always fall---------------- save me, i'll need a saviour

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Fafner felt relieved after telling Demitri her story -- all of it. Normally she would tell half of the story and make up the rest about her brother and why they escaped High Rock. It felt really good to let it all out. Absorbed in the scenery around her -- the Breton felt something land on her lap. She looked down, seeing a picked dragon's tongue on her lap. She couldn't help to smile. She grabbed the flower and looked at it closely, admiring the flower she rarely saw. "He's somewhere out there." Demitri spoke. Fafner looked up. "Really..?" She asked, her voice hinting a sense of surprise.

Seeing that the driver left to get himself food, Fafner felt comfortable sitting in the carriage. She felt too scared to leave -- fearing that the driver would leave without waiting for her to come back. Looking up, she noticed Demitri was in the driver's seat, searching through the bag that the Dunmer kept by him. "What are you--" She was soon interrupted by the Nord "Business has been slow? Lying elf.." Fafner couldn't help but to move over by Demitri, peeking down to see what was in the bag. Her eyes widened at the sight -- she had never seen so much loot before.

She watched as Demitri went through the bag, handing her potions and grabbing himself some gold and another dagger. "I can't believe he lied to us..! But why was he offering us a free ride..?" She asked, confused by the Dunmer's motives.

The Dunmer was leaving the city gates now. He had a small bag of bread, apples, and other ready-to-eat food for him. Rounding the corner, his carriage came into view -- along with the view of Demitri going through his satchel. The Dunmer frowned, dropping his bag of food. "You little..!" He quickly hurried towards the carriage -- seeing he had none of his weapons on him, the Dunmer knew he had to use magic. Quickly, one his hands had a dark purple to black aura over them. Fafner noticed this right away. "Better get ready.." She started. "Looks like he's about to summon a Flame Atronach."

Within seconds, the Dunmer had summon a female humanoid being that was covered in flames. The Flame Atronach knew her duties and knew she had to attack both Demitri and Fafner right away. The Flame Atronach began casting fire bolts, aiming for the carriage. Fafner jumped off of the carriage as quick as she could, trying to get herself prepared to create some frost damage on the fire covered daedra.

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Demitri didn't need Fafner's warning, although, he did appreciate it. He straightened himself up to his full height, watching the Dunmer prepare his summoning, the dark purple hues emitting from both of his hands, and in a moment, from beside him, the creature burst from thin air with a bright, blinding light of flames. Just before the creature was able to grasp its master's orders and begin the attack, Demitri took one last dive for the imperial bow and arrows, stepping off the side of the carriage with just enough time to avoid a blast of fire from the Atronach's fingers. He didn't take another second to catch his breath, and instead, coolly looked back toward Fafner to check if she'd made it out of the carriage fine. He then ordered to her with a tranquil tone, which contrasted in the heat of battle. "Work your magic with it, Fafner."

And with that, he turned back to the Dunmer, his eyes narrowed and focused. He immediately took hold of the bow and an arrow, lining up the two and pulling back on the thin, flexible string, all in one smooth motion. It was all involuntary. He didn't even have to think about his next few actions. He lined up his shot and didn't waste a second, despite the fact that the man was now starting to flee. He let the arrow go and watched it soar through the air with great speed and go straight for the elf's head. But, instead, it struck the back of his neck and sent the elf stumbling forward with shock, and slowing his sprinting steps. Demitri cursed under his breath, grabbing for his dagger and running towards the tumbling man. He was rusty.

Just before the Dunmer hit the ground, Demitri managed to grab the collar of his shirt and pull him upward. He bent over and pressed the dagger against his throat, then with a quick slice and a drawback of his arm, he let the body fall limp and hit the ground, blood staining the grass. With another sigh, he looked behind himself to check and see if Fafner had handled the mystical creature, since, well, there wasn't all that much he could do to help her, not being too familiar with the spiritual aspect of magic.

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stand meup and maybe i won't be so small
free my hands and feet
and maybe i won't always fall---------------- save me, i'll need a saviour

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Demitri was busy with the Dunmer. Fafner now had the task to fight the daedra. The Flame Atronach's attention was now on Fafner, believing that her master would take care of the Nord. The Breton took a deep breath. It had been awhile since she had used magic, but she knew she had to stay confident in herself in order to defeat this creature. Wanting to get the creature away from the town, Fafner began running down the path a bit. The Flame Atronach began to follow.

Once she stopped, the Atronach stopped following. The daedra sent another fire bolt towards the girl -- Fafner was able to barely dodge it. A blue aura began to form around the Breton's hand. She remembered from the college that frost spells were great against Flame Atronachs. She sent a frost bolt towards the firey creature, silently praying to Talos it would hit.

The frost bolt hit the Atronach, causing the daedra to stumble a bit. "Two more and you're gone." She silently said as if she was talking to the Flame Atronach. The creature, out of anger, sent a few more fire bolts towards its enemy -- hoping they would kill Fafner. Fafn thought quickly and tried dodging the fire bolts as she shot three more frost bolts towards the daedra. One frost bolt missed, the other two hit -- destorying the daedra instantly.

Fafner couldn't believe that she defeated the daedra and surprisingly with no wounds or burns from its attacks. She slowly made her way back up the path towards Demitri. She was out of breath, adrenaline was rushing through her body. "I'm still alive.." She spoke out of breath, smiling from her accomplishment. She noticed the Dunmer's body lying lifeless on the ground. She didn't pity the Mer for being dead. He was a theif for a living and possibly a murderer. He deserved to be dead -- who knows what could have happened to the two if they kept trusting him.

"Are you okay?" Fafner asked, hoping the man wasn't wounded in any way. She didn't sound as out of breath as before -- her heart was still beating quickly though. "So.." She started, changing the subject. "Will we be walking the rest of the way to Morthal?" She asked, softly laughing.

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Demitri, pleased to find Fafner trailing her way back to his direction, pulled back his lips into a quaint smile. He strung the arrows onto his back so he felt more comfortable and started toward Fafner to meet her halfway in the grassy plain. "Good to see that," he spoke to her, his voice congratulatory, in a way, then, he let out another one of his short laughs. In probably the weirdest masochistic way, she'd passed his first test in becoming a proper sidekick, and he was actually pleased that he'd taken her along with him, since he probably wouldn't have been able to deal with the creature himself. At this point, it was growing to be more and more obvious at the fact that he strayed far from magic and kept his focus on mastering a wide variety of weapons.

"I'm fine." He replied, his gaze going back to the limp Dunmer behind himself. He stepped over to the corpse, bent down, and with little struggle, flipped the man over onto his back. Demitri started to rifle through pockets and pouches in search of maybe a little extra gold, or even better, a letter. But when he found nothing of the sort, he sighed and took his hands off the man, answering Fafner's next question as he rose back up. "Looks like it. We probably shouldn't trust anymore carriage drivers." He smiled at his own joke, then offered one, short glance back to Fafner before turning away and taking strides toward the stairs leading into the city.

"Come on, let's find an inn. It's getting late and we shouldn't travel at night." He motioned a hand for her to follow him.

He'd only taken a couple of steps before a sound came to his ears that made him come to a quick, abrupt stop. A screech. It echoed eerily through the mountains, and from behind him, he saw crows zip toward the setting sun, a quick breeze following them. Even with the memory loss, he'd known it was nothing he'd ever heard before. And that terrified him. He flipped back around, his heart nearly skipping a beat as he did so, to find a sight he never thought that he'd live to see. He felt his mouth fall open for what seemed like a century and it was a long while before he could regain use of his muscles to close it. The monster flew from the top of a mountain and soared down toward the city, wings extended at an unbelievable length. It let out another shrill cry, one that shook the ground from beneath Demitri's feet.

Extending its claws, it perched itself rather violently on a nearby stable, the earthquake from its landing almost knocking Demitri off his feet. While catching his balance, he looked back at the beast, his breath just about being stolen away from his chest. The monster cried out, "YOLTOORSHUL!" and an enormous gust of fire exited its mouth and headed straight for the guards who were scrambling out of their towers with surprise. He couldn't believe it. It all felt so surreal, so sudden. It was a dragon. He thought they were confined to fables, to late night bedtime reads. But as the dragon pecked through the guards like flies, he knew that there was only one option.

He gripped his bow and sprinted for the stables, reaching behind himself to grab an arrow.

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stand meup and maybe i won't be so small
free my hands and feet
and maybe i won't always fall---------------- save me, i'll need a saviour

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Fafner was content that the whole ordeal with the carriage driver was done. She moved her hair out of her face, getting a glance at Demitri. He was going through the Dunmer's lifeless body, checking every pocket for something. She moved her gaze, looking up around at the towers -- hoping any of the guards didn't catch what wrong they were doing.

Demitri seemed to be finished with fondling the body for any gold or possibly something else. He stood up, looking at Fafner. "Come on, let's find an inn. It's getting late and we shouldn't travel at night." She nodded in agreeing with him, still finding it a interesting that they were going to have to walk the rest of the way to Morthal. The Breton started walking behind the male, stopping when he did. "Why you stopping..?" She asked, her voice trailing off when she heard a screeching noise. She quickly looked around their surroundings, wondering what could have possibly made that noise. This was surely a sound she had never heard from any animal before. Crows were fleeing towards the west, the petite female wondered what could have possibly made this noise.

Fafner noticed looked over at Demitri, seeing his eyes fixed on something large. She moved to her gaze and noticed what her friend was seeing. She took another glance, and another -- hoping her eyes weren't lying to her. A Dragon. The large reptile let out another cry, shaking the ground beneath her's and Demitri's feet. Fafner didn't know what to do. She felt frozen in place. The ground shook, sending the Breton onto her bottom. She slowly got up. The Dragon open its mouth, yelling something that sounded as if it was speaking. A gust of fire came from it's mouth heading to a tower where a group of guards were, watching.

Thoughts were flooding through Fafner's mind. She didn't what to do. There in her view was a large dragon, something she heard from stories. She looked over watching as Demitri grabbed his bow and ran for the stables. She stood there, thinking for a few seconds -- whatever or not if she should follow. She came to the conclusion. She had to follow.

Fafner quickly thought of what spells would be useful for this fight against the dragon. Simple spells -- Firebolt and Frostbite -- hoping this was good enough to aid Demitri with. Knowing she had to be quick, Fafner ran over to Demitri's side, watching him prep himself to send the arrow towards the dragon. "Do you have a plan? Or should we just attack?" She asked him, sounding scared by the dragon. She quickly began prepping her spells, knowing any second she would have to attack. Her left hand began getting a reddish-orange aura around it, her right hand getting the same aura except a white-light blue colour. "Just tell me when, and I'll start to attack." She told him, keeping an eye on the dragon as it attacked the guards' tower.

Talos, Akatosh -- please protect us.

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Somehow echoing above the dragon's shrill shrieks and ancient tongue, Demitri was shocked to hear the dainty, uneasy footsteps of Fafner from behind himself, speeding towards the dragon alongside him. He was almost shocked (though, it was difficult to be any more taken aback after what he'd just seen) at the fact that she'd decided to follow, but, he hadn't any time for praise. All he could do was pray that they would actually make it long enough so he could verbally make a note of it to her. As Demitri came closer and closer towards the reptile, he shouted toward one of the Whiterun guards, trying to get his attention, but, the man was too flustered, scrambling around with the other guards in confusion. Arrows flew through the air like asteroids, striking the beast, but, it seemed to shrug them off and continue to shout fire.

Demitri gritted his teeth together and snatched up an arrow, starting to ready it in his bow while slowly stepping closer towards the beast and the stables it had perched itself on. With his eyes still fixed on the dragon, he ordered back to Fafner, "Give it all you've got!" He let his arrow go, watching as it struck the beast in the chest. The dragon seemed to pause, it's shoulder jolting back at the strike, but, after the pain started to sink it, it roared out again, sending a blast of fire in his direction. Demitri, moving at lightning speeds, pulled Fafner aside with him, just barely avoiding the flames as they bolted toward them. "Careful." He muttered toward Fafner, but, almost spoke more to himself than to her.

He, reluctantly, started to leave her side to get closer to the dragon, moving his feet in a strategic and practiced manner to stay undetected by the monster. Luckily, there were plenty of guards to keep the monster's attention, and they weren't doing a completely horrible job of weakening the monster. He could tell it was getting more and more difficult for the dragon to muster up enough breath to let out another gust of fire or even to reach out its neck to snap at a nearby guard. It was close. He had to make the last hit count or it would backfire, for everyone here. He gripped another arrow in his fingers, flipping it around in his hand and then sliding it alongside his bow. He aimed for a long time, crouched alongside the side of the building. He waited for the shaking to stop. For the growling, the earthquakes, the shudders. He waiting until it was still and he could get the right shot.

And when all was right, he let the arrow go. It struck the dragon right in the eye.

The reptile immediately cried out at the sudden shock, stumbling off the building with a large rumble and crash. The creature screamed and yelped, attempting to catch its balance with its wings, but inevitably ended up back on the ground, where, paired with the help of the Whiterun guards and Fafner's magic, it let out its last breath, and went motionless. Demitri tried to catch the breath that he'd lost, letting his eyes shut with a certain thankfulness. The gods must really like him. He smiled to himself at that thought, and started to step from the side of the now obliterated stables to view the body, but as soon as he popped from the building, there was a bright gust of wind filled with purples and yellows.

Suddenly, a feeling spread over his body that he'd never felt before.

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Fafner attacked as soon as Demitri gave her the okay. She quickled moved back to a location she considered safe and that was still in range to the dragon. She needed to time her spells perfectly in order to get good hits. Her left hand casted a fireball, aimed at the dragon's chest. Though due to its movements, the fireball landed on his wing. Frowning and disappointed in herself for missing, Fafner knew her next spell would hit. Right hand send off another spell -- frostbite -- aimed at the stomach area of the stomach. Perfect hit, but seemed to not cause much damage.

She charged up her spells again, watching as the guards and Demitri would created a good amount of damage to the beast. Another fireball, another frostbite. Both were able to hit the target -- but it appeared her magic wasn't created much damage to the enemy. Fafner was now reliezing this dragon was nothing like the Dunmer her and Demitri faced minutes before.

More charging. Fafner looked over at her friend, watching as he was sending shot after shot, hitting the dragon. She started to wonder how he was so good at aiming. There was a number of possibilities to how and why -- but it wasn't the time to be wondering about her secretive-past-partner. There was a dragon attacking them, and that's all she needed to worry about. More shots of fire and frost, her aim was gettng better. Each attack hit the dragon, though it wasn't creating too much damage -- just being able to hit the target made the Breton feel good.

But soon it was getting close to the dragon's last breath. Its health was low -- her, Demitri and the remainding Whiterun guards were still attacking until the dragon finally died. Out of breath, Fafner stood there shocked by their accomplishment. Demitri made his way from the stables to get a better view of the body. A bright gust started forming from the dragon's corpse, it's purples and yellows danced about in the air before flying towards Demitri. Fafner's eyebrow raised, wondering what she had witnessed. Guards came out of their towers, going to look at the corpse for themselves. One that witnessed the gust of wind spoke out -- saying something about Dragonborn. The Breton was taken back, she stared at Demitri -- wondering if he knew what Dragonborn met.

"Isn't the Dragonborn just a story?" She questioned, wondering if the guard was crazy. The guard shook his head and replied.

"No, the Dragonborn is real. It's been forever since there's been a Dragonborn -- and now, finally.. Here is the Dragonborn.." The guard looked back at Demitri, smiling underneath his helmet.

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It was a warm feeling that suddenly filled his aching bones - but, it was also a sickening chill down the back of his spine. He shuddered at the sudden, strange sensations, stumbling behind himself after one step but catching his balance later. Something welled up inside him all of a sudden. It was a refreshing feeling; almost like the feeling he would get after taking in a gust of air after holding it for a long time, or a drink from a fresh spring in the middle of summer. He felt like he was given knowledge, as silly as that sounded. He was seeing flashes - hallucinations - and suddenly, he just knew. There was no other way to put it. It was like enlightenment. Nirvana. Arcadia. And just as quickly as it happened, it was over, and the winds and colors subsided and he was left standing by the dragon, surrounded by whispering, flabbergasted voices.

There was a new word in his vocabulary. Fus. And somehow, an unknown source had taught him how to use it.

Dragonborn. He'd heard the tale, and it sparked a certain memory in him. A certain smell, rather. Wet wood and wool. Demitri shut his eyes to try and grasp the memory as it came, perching himself against the remains of the stables. He lowered his head and felt it come back to him, only the second greatest feeling he'd experienced that day. His mother would read that story to him when he was much younger, much, much younger, when he was wrapped in a cot by the fire. She would read with that soft, surreal voice until he swept right away unto dream land. The Dragonborn. Born with the blood and soul of a dragon. It was an old Nord's tale, but he never thought it would seep into reality. His reality, at that.

There was no way. He opened his eyes, shaking his head at the sudden thought, and looking around at all the staring eyes. They were probably thinking the same thing that he was. "… use it." He could hear from beside him. One of the guards spoke to him, their accent heavy. "Shout. Then you'll know if you're the true Dragonborn." Demitri looked at the man, an unsure gaze whisking over his eyes. The guard was right. He stood away from the torn apart building, looking around to the now growing crowd. He swallowed and took a deep breath; a long one. It all happened so quickly, like a sneeze, or some other involuntary motion. He let out the breath, shouting at the top of his lungs, his feet digging into the ground underneath him. His voice sounded like a crack of lightening, and sent a wild gust of air rushing toward the guards. "FUS!"

They staggered backwards, but, pulled themselves together and just stood, watching Demitri with a sudden sort of awe he wasn't used to. "… You really are! You're the new Dragonborn!" Another guard cried. Demitri didn't know how to react to the sudden shouts being directed toward him. He just stood and stared, his mouth parted with disbelief. "Come inside the city. You must be exhausted. You and your friend can stay at the inn, have a drink at the Drunken Huntsman." The same guard from before stepped closer to Demitri and Fafner, leading them toward the city. Demitri hesitantly followed, looking back to Fafner to exchange looks of astonishment, then toward the guard again.

Dragonborn. He'd have to get used to that, now wouldn't he?

Off in the distance, a sound echoed that was not as shrill as a dragon's, but just as powerful and deafening. It cried: "DOVAHKIIN!"

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Aside from everything that happened, Fafner couldn't believe anything. Demitri, the man with no memory, was Dragonborn. He had the power of the Voice. The Guards were around her friend, gawking over the fact he was the Dragonborn -- a hero that was always believed to be just a story. Fafner stood in the far back of the ground, staring -- she, too, was baffled by this.

Soon the guard began inviting the two into the city. They could stay at the Drunken Huntsman. The two followed the guard, who lead them. "Was this apart of your plan?" She asked, giggling a bit. "Was it part of your plan to become a hero?" They entered the city and the guard showed them where they'd be staying. Fafner stayed silent for a bit longer, wondering what Demitri would say about all of this.

In the distance, there was a booming sounding -- almost like someone's voice calling in the distance. The sound was powerful, a bit frightening too. It cried out a word that didn't sound like any word in Fafner's vocabulary. Confused, she looked around, not knowing where this voice came from. "You heard that, right?" She asked, watching as the citizen's around them stop in their place, shocked by this voice. Some citzens began running about, going on about the Dragonborn and how the Greybeards were calling for the hero that Skyrim needed. I wish I knew about what these Nords believe in.. After so many years, I'm still confused by what they believe in.

Down by the market, there was a group of children running about -- giggling loudly. They were arguing who was the Dragonborn. "No, I am!" The boy said. "No, I am!" The girl replied back. The third child stayed quiet -- going along with the other two's little argument.

Fafner looked back at Demitri, wondering what they were going to do next. "So, are we just going to call it a night or not..?" She asked, wondering what Demitri could possibly be thinking of. So much has happened to the male -- he loses his memory for reasons unknown and now on his way to Markarth, he finds out he's what the Nords call The Dragonborn. So much was happening during such a small time frame -- Fafner wondered what could possibly be in store next for the two.

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Fafner approached him, and for once, he felt a sudden, new feeling flutter around in his chest, amongst the already strange ones, of course. Relief. As little as he did know about her, he at least knew that she was a solid and stable source of fact. She was what he knew, and for some reason, it didn't feel odd for him to feel such a way. He was glad to know that he, at least, had a stable follower amongst this sudden confusion. He wouldn't know what to do by himself, alone with a bottle of ale in an empty inn room with this sudden prophecy thrown onto his shoulders. While following the guard into town, he walked beside Fafner, slightly amused at her retort matched with her giggle. He smiled to himself, shaking his head and watching the scenery pass from beside them. "No," he chuckled, "not at all. Not in the least bit."

The town was fairly crowded; citizens varied from peasants to smiths, but, Demitri could definitely tell that they became distracted by his and Fafner's sudden entrance into the city. They stopped whatever they were doing and set their attention to the entering crowd, a certain silence setting over the people that Demitri couldn't describe. It wasn't complete silence, but, it was a notable change, and just before the Nord had a chance to bring it up to one of the guards walking alongside him, it was broken, by the sudden, booming cry that spread over the air. After the small tremor, the guard wasted no time to speak up again, this time whispering to Fafner and Demitir. "The Greybeards… they must know of your presence." The guard looked toward Demitri, who simply gawked back. There was yet another quiet exchanged between the two before the guard pressed a hand over Demitri's chest, stopping him in his tracks and allowing the crowd of guards to shuffle past the two and spread back out to their posts.

"Listen. You probably already know that dragons aren't a particularily regular thing in Skyrim, but, this isn't the first time this has happened. If the Greybeards are calling for you, then… I'm afraid this shouldn't be taken as lightly as I hoped." The guard raised his hand from Demitri's chest, and peered right into his eyes, fidgiting with his helmet so he could view him more properly. "You should see what they have to offer, or, at the very least, speak with the Jarl. We've enough riff-raff to deal with in this city - dragons shouldn't be one of them. I'm sure he would appreciate your help." The guard paused and looked behind himself, nodding toward a well lit, warm looking building. "Inn's over there. First night's free." And with that, the guard excused himself, taking a slow turn away from the two and disappearing into the evening sun.

So, now he had two options. Demitri let out a soft sigh, rubbing the back of his neck roughly, stressfully. He couldn't think straight already. His knucles clenched and he felt an uncertain anxiety start to bubble up in his stomach, but, just before he lost it, he became distracted by Fafner. "Hm?" He turned back to her with dazed eyes, but it didn't take him long to decipher her phrase. He responded quickly, readjusting his sachel. "Let's rest. Seems like we've got a long road ahead of us tomorrow." He kept his plan vague - he'd explain it to her later. Instead, he continued for the inn, pushing the doors open and taking in a breath of boiled chicken soup and burning skeever.

Just as Demitri approached the lone innkeeper, she rose a finger preventing him from coming any closer. She shook her head and smiled humbly, quietly moving her hand to her right to show him where his room was. He hesitantly returned the grin, and stepped toward the room, the silver and gold trinkets on his sides clanging with every step. He pushed the door open, allowing Fafner to enter first, and then stepping inside for himself, allowing the door to shut on its own.

And then, he sighed. He let it out for a long time. He tried to get the days worries off his back but even a deep breath didn't seem to help. He still ached. Terribly.

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Everything felt so overwhelming for the sidekick. She was in a town she had never visited with a man she barely knew. She was experiencing the actions of fighting for her life against a creature she never thought existed. There was an itching thought in the back of her mind -- asking herself if risking her life in this adventure; if it was all worth it.

Fafner was too caught up in looking at the whole town. A guard and Demitri exchanged words -- the guard was spouting something about Greybeards calling for the Dragonborn and about riff-raff and dragons. It didn't really concern the Breton, so why really listen? They were soon told they earned themselves a free night at the inn that was few metres from the gates of the town. The guard soon walked away, Demitri decided to head for the inn. Like the typical sidekick, Fafner followed the tall male, a faint smile plastered onto her face.

Demitri opened the door to the inn, he walked in. Fafner followed in, about a few feet behind him. The place seemed to be a bit busy, a few of the citizens drinking, chatting about the day. A few spoke of the dragon from earlier -- surprised by the town's guards were able to fight them off. Fafner couldn't help it, she had to eavesdrop. Talk of dragons, talk of the Dragonborn, talk of the Greybeards' calling -- that's all they seemed be talking about. Though, there were a few men who decided to talk about their crops, saying that talk of dragons and Dragonbeards and Greyborns are all a much of hog-wash.

Fafner caught Demitri from the corning of her eye, walking to the room that they earned themselves. She quickly followed, feeling excited to be somewhere safe for their first night of their adventure. The door to the room was opened, Fafner waited for Demitri to go in first -- but she noticed he was waiting on her. She smiled softly, nodding. "Such a gentleman.." She joked, slightly. "First you save a town from a dragon, and now you're opening doors..?" Her words were starting to make little sense. She was starting to taste the grasp of exhaustment.

There was one bed in the room. A bed large enough to sleep two people. The feeling of exhaustment turned into a feeling of embarrassment. "Uhm.." Her voice shook, nervousness kicked in. "There's only one bed.. I-if you want, I'll sleep on the floor. I'll be fine." The thought of sharing a bed with Demitri -- it send shivers down her spine. Normally she would have been giddy about such a thought, but her spirits had changed. She considered Demitri a friend, and could never picture herself sharing a bed with him. The best plan at that moment would be to give up the bed, and propose the idea of sleeping on the floor.

Going over to the chair, Fafner decided to get off the clothing off of her. She was tired and the clothes were giving her the feeling of being restricted. She took off her boots, placing the two next to the chair. Her gloves came off two, she set the pair on the inn table next to the chair. She got up from the chair, and began taking off piece by piece of the novice mage's robe that she was wearing. She took enough off until she was in her undergarments. She stared up at Demitri, her face turning a bit red. "D-don't worry, I'm not sleeping like this..!" She quickly told him. She began going through her bag quickly, hoping she packed something she could wear to sleep.

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xxxxxx& xxx i ' m xx a w a k e xx e v e r y xx n i g h t xxxxxx
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Demitri found her sudden gratitude to be strange and sudden, but, he appreciated it, nonetheless. He grinned along with her as he let her pass him by into the small room, holding back a chuckle at her confusing statement. It was definitely a good call to rest. He knew that she must have been worn out after the events of the day - hell, he was just as tuckered out as she was. He wasn't sure which one had done it for him: becoming a living prophecy or fighting off a mystical creature he'd grown up fanaticizing about. Or maybe the run in with the car driver. Or maybe he was just exhausted from the moment he tumbled out of bed. Yeah, seemed about right. He followed Fafner into the room, letting the heavy, wooden door close on its own with an eerie creak. While Fafner explored the tiny room, he worked on locking the doors properly.

He turned back as soon as he heard her exclaim about the bed. He looked over to the cot, guaging its size for a moment, and then turning his head back to her with perplextion in his features. "It's big enough for two." He couldn't seem to understand her sudden onset of embarrassment, and it didn't seem to hit him until a couple moments too late. His eyes went wide, then fell back to the bed, and he cleared his throat unsurely. Oh. He couldn't just take the bed himself. Even though he was still wounded, he had to be a gentleman, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to last a night on the floor, no matter how comfortable it sounded right then. It wouldn't be good for his back, and if he was ever planning on still walking the next morning, he shouldn't risk it.

Caught in his own teetering thoughts, Demitri hardly noticed Fafner undressing until she'd pointed it out, once again, and, being the instinctive man he was, he looked toward her, caught a glimpse, and hastily turned his head away again. "Uh." His voice was unsure and waivered, but after another awkward cough, he spoke again, his tone returning to the same stern, deep way it was before. "… I can't let you sleep on the floor when there's plenty of room for both of us. It's just for one night, and both of us really need the rest." He kept his eyes gazed toward the ground, shifting uneasily while he waited for her to finish undressing. Ugh, the thought of that sounded nice, too. He started to work off the peasant's garb he had over his chest, but, with the pain still stinging his back and chest, the action wasn't as smooth as he'd liked it to be.

After a while of wrestling with his shirt, he got it off, and threw it beside the bed. He glanced down at his chest, sighing at the stained bandages. There was a dark, dark red circle that faded into pink throughout the rest of the bandages. He stepped over to the chest and rifled through it for a moment, luckily coming across a couple of bandages and various trinkets left by the innkeepers for guests. With a roll curled in his hand, he stepped over to the bed and sat at the edge, looking back to Fafner before beginning to patch himself up. "Come on. It's late." That's all he said before he started to pry away at the old wraps and unravel the new ones.

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There was no use to argue over bed arragements anymore. Fafner just had to give up. He was right -- they both earned a good night's sleep after what happened today. She nodded, agreeing. "I guess we can both sleep in the bed," she softly uttered. On her way back to the bed from undressed, she stopped for a moment -- catching herself staring at her comrade. Demitri was a tall male, very attractive in the face. It wasn't often you would see someone so good-looking in Skyrim; mostly everyone and their dogs looked rugged and angry -- no matter if you were a native Nord or even a Khajit visiting, Skyrim made you look rugged."Come on. It's late," the male spoke, Fafner jumping a bit. She nodded nervously.

"Yes, yes -- we should get sleep soon. It'll be a long day before us tomorrow." With that, she stopped staring at Demitri and went towards the bed. As she stood by its side, she stared down at the large bed. Nervousness was still forming, her face felt red -- why should she be embarrassed by sleeping with someone she considered her friend? Well, Demitri was of the male gender, first of all. Fafner had never sleeped with another male, only with family. Memories of the last time she was in bed with her brother flashed through her mind. She was about twelve, a few years after she arrived in Skyrim. It was raining hard loud, thunder and lightning was what filled the air. A truely scary storm. Fafner was a youngin', she couldn't sleep, the thunder scared her. During the middle of the night, she remembered leaving her bed and running to her brother's room. They lived in Markarth at the time, she could still remember how cold the floors were.

Fafner remembered running into the room in a panic. Her brother woke up, confused to why she was so panicky. "Thunder," she told her brother -- her voice was shaking, on the verge of tears. Her brother finally processed what was wrong and suggested for her to sleep in bed with him. She agreed. And that was simply the last time she sleeped in bed with a man.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over her. Throughs were running through her head -- of course, once she was relaxing everything would be coming to her. "You know.." she started as she stared up at the dark ceiling. She could feel Demitri climbing into bed. "..I came to Skyrim with my brother in order to get away from the trouble my uncle got the family into for his Skooma dealing." She was talking like a drunken person now, not thinking of what was coming out of her mouth. Her brother clearly told her never to talk about the Skooma deal -- supposibly there were High Rock guards still in Skyrim looking for the last of the Nybörg.

Heck, Demitri could of been a High Rock guard who had lost his memory.

"..My brother was apart of the Skooma deal. Even when we came to Skyrim, he was still addicted to the damn drink. He never became sober until about a year before he disappeared." Her voice was sounding tired now, she was feeling sleepy. Fafner could feel her whole body falling calm -- she could feel herself falling asleep. She let out a tired sigh and showed a tired smile. "Good night, Demitri. I shall see you in the morning.." And with that, she was out like a light.

As she slept, there were dreams -- mostly memories -- coming to her, making everything that she questioned making more and more sense. Her brother was addicted to Skooma. He let High Rock with her because he didn't want to get caught, plus he wanted to take away the young Breton from the ordeal. She thought of her brother more as a father figure. She also came to the conclusion that dragons are real and very terrifying and that she hopes one day to visit Cyrodiil.

Her mind began to think, as she slept, what would tomorrow bring? What monsters or strangers will they run into? How much more travelling until Demitri remembers again? So many questions that couldn't be answered until the next day...