The Grey - XVThe journey back to Winterhold proved an easy one. The sun remained high and warm, no clouds or snowfall to mar the sky. Guillem’s steed walked with an easy gait, free from the rush of necessity for the first time in a fair while.
Guillem had remained at the inn a further two nights. The first, he had slept almost continually, waking in late evening and making little use of his conscious hours. It was the first break he had allowed himself for some time.
On the second day, he had tracked back to Movarth’s lair refreshed and level-headed, performing a second sweep of the deep cave to check that all within it were felled. It had proved a wise move, as several side passages led to dank living quarters where a few stray fledglings still remained. He had dispatched them and burned the bodies that did not turn to ash on their own, collecting alchemical goods from the remains to bring back to Winterhold. As much business as he had there, he did not want to arrive empty handed.
The Grey - XIVPolaris took to equipping herself with a stock of potent potions, as well as a blade tucked deep into a thick scabbard which she strung around her waist. Guillem watched her sudden determined movements for a brief second, and then bade her halt.
“What are you doing?” Guillem asked her as she rooted around in the depths of a worn satchel.
“Packing,” she said simply, without turning her gaze.
“Wait,” he leaned forwards and stretched out a hand towards her. “There is one more thing.”
Polaris noted the seriousness in his bloodshot gold eyes and took a seat opposite him. He looked troubled, and did not begin to speak for some short time. She waited with patience, used to this manner of confession from him. He sighed, suspiring slowly, resting his grim head in one hand.
“I have but one more favour to ask of you, and it is not one I can voice easily,” he admitted. Polaris tilted her head and leaned in with her fingers laced in her la