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Post by Sahruvaak on Mar 7, 2012 0:57:02 GMT -6
"So where exactly are we going?" She pipped in, looking around like she always did when she walked. Skyrim was so beautiful, and she never got tired of looking at it.
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Post by silas on Mar 7, 2012 2:33:28 GMT -6
"Nordic tomb. North east of here." he replied, not entirely clear on its name. It had been a while since he went there, and he remembered places and faces rather than names.
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Post by Sahruvaak on Mar 9, 2012 13:54:23 GMT -6
"Yeah that was helpful." She snorted sarcastically. In the distance, she say a dragon flying around a mountain. It too every ounce of control she had not to take off after it. To her, they were all the same. Pitiful, mindless servants of Alduin. "Damn dragon..."
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Post by silas on Mar 11, 2012 18:37:58 GMT -6
He ignored her snide remark, continuing the walk on uneven terrain towards their destination. Silas may support what she was fighting for, but he was starting to like her as a person less and less. The Companion did glance up when he heard a distant roar though, noting the dragon and its distance from them. He was completely fine with that.
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Post by Sahruvaak on Mar 11, 2012 20:20:16 GMT -6
"I wish that great flying lizard would come over here. I need it's soul." She growled, letting her status as Dragonborn be known. Not that she cared for him knowing. She had just forgotten to tell him.
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Post by silas on Mar 11, 2012 20:36:56 GMT -6
Dragonborn meant absolutely nothing to the Redguard; very little ever did. He only ever looked at the person in front of him, not at titles or money or birth rights. It was honestly that got him in more trouble than not.
Plus he wasn't even clear on what a dragon soul was to a Dragonborn. So he didn't understand she was Dragonborn. Instead he continued to let her comments pass unchallenged, one eye on the proper direction to the tomb and the other on the dragon in the distance.
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