Curse of Cold harbor.

The dragon a madmen and weird objects.

We had made it to the halfway mark as Ivarstead was but half a day riding from where we were now. The songs of the awakening birds riddled the Rift's forest with their beautiful songs. As the morning sun slowly crept over the mountains illuminating our surroundings with a golden glow.

I glanced over at Serana who seemed to enjoy the scenery just as much as me as she sighed a sigh of relief. Most of the journey towards High Hrothgar had been uneventful we were riding over the roads for once instead of riding through the wilderness.

The only problems we encountered were a few wolves which were easily scared of by Serana's vampiric aura, it seemed to have a repellent effect on the wolves.

I wasn't complaining the journeys without Serana had been riddled with endless encounters with those beasts always the same howling followed by being encircled and ending in a pack of death wolves around me.

And another danger we had to face was the name I am not going to utter eight legs weird scuttling sounds and webs vile creatures.

I shuddered at the thought of them believe me I love the rift for all its beauty the only downside of the rift is that it was infested with spiders.

Luckily for me, Serana made quick work of the most with a lightning spell or a firebolt. They hate fire and I loved to see them burn.

I had also found a satisfactory way of dealing with them in the form of my new bow something about seeing them explode into bits filled my being with endless joy. It did earn me a scolding from Serana telling me I should "Save those for the real bad guys."

*spiders are bad guys hehe* I smirked at the thought.

"You are not thinking about blowing spiders up again, are you? I know that devious smirk... Save those bolts for a real threat!" Serana spoke up seemingly reading my mind and scolding me again.

I glanced over at the vampire and perked my lips in a pout.

"I knowww, it is just satisfying okay," I replied smiling at her, she just shook her head as she rolled her eyes.

"You are going to regret wasting those." She just stoically replied.

I know she was right so I decided to deal with any spiders in the (boring) old-fashioned way.

We came across a small campsite with about a dozen people occupying it I was cautious to approach them they didn't look like bandits but were heavily armored. An old Nord sitting next to a campfire noticed us riding by and approached my hands already reached for my sword Skyrim's roads were dangerously filled with bandits and uncanny folk its best to be prepared for the worst.

"Stay your hand traveler I only wish to talk. Would you two be interested to talk with me over a nice beverage?" The man said clearly noticing my movements.

"We aren't thirsty but I see no harm in talking," I replied still cautious.

Me and Serana both got off our horses and led them to the campsite tying them up to a tree stump.

The man sat us down as he sat across from us he was a big old Nord with blonde hair and the typical blue eyes he looked at us with a troubled look on his face. Now I got a better look at him he looked like he went through oblivion and back. His face was plastered with wounds as his expression told the story of a deeply hurt man.

"So what is it you want to say to us? It is unusual for people to approach others on the road like this." Serana asked matching my doubts about this encounter.

The huge man sighed loudly as he stared at the ground.

"I am ashamed to ask it but we need help." The man spoke as he fiddled with a stick poking it in the flames.