NorroenDyrd

Erandur lingers for a few more moments on the road, to make absolutely certain that there is nothing more he can do to ease the journey for the traveller they have just helped - a young Khajiit, whose anxiously twitching, bristle-tipped ears measure about twice the size of his head, on his way to catch up with his caravan. When, with yet another twitch of his ears, this fine feline fellow (not a very elegant description; a proper bard like Lindis would surely cringe) reassures Erandur that no, no, ‘this one is all set now, no need to fuss’, and bids his final farewell, the Dunmeri priest turns away from the worn cobblestones, whic