While on a camping trip, twins Blaire and Blaine Lament are suddenly pulled through a mysterious wormhole, thrust into the perilous world of the Elder Scrolls. With each passing moment, the wormhole that brought them here begins to close, dimming th...
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Aeyrie woke early the following morning, the dim light of dawn filtering through the cracks in the wooden shutters. She stretched, shaking off the remnants of sleep, and dressed quickly, donning her new leather armor and securing her boots. The inn was quiet, the sounds of the night still lingering in the air.
She made her way downstairs, where the common room was still empty. The smell of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon filled the air, making her stomach rumble in anticipation. She spotted the innkeeper, Delphine, bustling about, preparing for the day's guests.
"Morning," Aeyrie greeted with a nod as she approached the counter.
"Morning, lass," Delphine replied, setting a steaming plate of food in front of her. "You're up early. Big day ahead?"
Aeyrie nodded, taking a seat at one of the wooden tables. "My brother and I are heading to Bleak Falls Barrow later today. Thought I'd get an early start."
Delphine raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "That place is trouble. You and your brother best be careful."
"We'll be fine," Aeyrie assured her, taking a bite of the warm, crusty bread. "We've handled worse."
As she ate, the door to the inn creaked open, and Loche walked in, looking equally ready for the day's adventure. He joined her at the table, his eyes bright with excitement.
"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" Aeyrie asked, pouring him a cup of hot tea.
Loche shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. "Too much on my mind. But I'm ready."
They finished their breakfast quickly, discussing their plans and strategies for the day. As they prepared to leave, Delphine approached them, handing Aeyrie a small pouch.
"Here, take these potions. They might come in handy," she said, her tone serious. "And remember, the roads ain't safe. Keep your wits about ya."
Aeyrie accepted the pouch gratefully. "Thank you. We appreciate it."
With their gear packed and their spirits high, Aeyrie and Loche stepped out into the crisp morning air. The first rays of sunlight cast long shadows across the cobblestone street, the town still waking up around them.
"Well, we have a few hours before we need to leave," Aeyrie said, glancing around the quiet village. "What should we do in the meantime?"
Loche scratched his head thoughtfully, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Could check out the market, see if there's anything useful we missed."
"I don't think we've missed anything we need, though I suppose we could ask Lucan about the man who stole the Golden Claw," Aeyrie pondered aloud, her eyes scanning the market for anything they might have overlooked.
Just then, from a short distance away, the twins heard a door creak. Aeyrie turned to look and saw a tall, curvy woman with light brown hair exiting the blacksmith's house with a pair of boots and a rag in her hands. She sat down and began to clean the boots. As she paused, she looked up at the twins. Aeyrie waved politely, but the woman's response was far from friendly.
