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Nostalgia

A town this secluded has no need for an Inn, Damn. By the time all three of us realized it we were damn near close to freezing, Igrid was already sneezing like a mad woman and continuing to blame it upon the wolf's fur on her shoulders,

"Travelers? By Ysmir, In this weather? Come you three I welcome you to warmth and mead"
A sudden male spoke from behind us,
I turned my head to see who had offered us kindness and saw it was a farmer, a tall male with a gruff upon his chin and brown hair tied into a low ponytail,
Sudryl gave a weary glare and Igrid somehow did the same at the exact moment.
It dawned upon me that I was going to be traveling with children.
I sighed at their behavior "the offer is appreciated"
I told the farmer who Smiled I'm return "come! My wife has made supper by now and will welcome you as much as I have"
We followed after the man and into his home where the warmth of the fire place brought solace to our nearly pale and blue bodies,
Igrid collapsed by the fire whilst Sudryl and I stood near it,
"I am Taralf and this is my wife Sorie" the farmer introduced as he made his way to our location with his wife by his side
"Poor things, the cold has swarmed you on your travels hasn't it"
The wife- known as Sorie- smiled kindly and brought upon a pot of freshly made stew.

I blinked

"The pleasure is ours, I am Sudryl Angolas with my accomplices-" Sudryl stopped midway and looked at Igrid and I who met his gaze (and Igrid who mouthed the word "fucker").
"What are your names?" He asked the two of us ,
"I'm Igrid Karalail and this is Faust" the blonde nord grunted but stood up and dusted away At her knees.
"Igrid and Faust" Sudryl finished his introduction,
I was too intrigued by the aroma that arouse from the pot, smelt of meat and broth but accompanied by a sweet and subtle hint of sugar perhaps dashed into the pot for a balanced contrast in
Flavor,
I could have sworn..

That I had smelt something similar before

"Well our house is open to the three of
You, please eat as much as you like and relax" Sorie stood and brought about wooden bowls, neatly placing them on the table that could sit Six people,
Igrid and I followed After and sat at the table whilst Sudryl joined as well
Taralf sat across from us and his wife joined right next to him.
"What brings you to Ivarstead in Skyrim's harshest winters?"
Sorie asked us as she poured stew for herself.

Igrid turned her gaze to me
And Sudryl Just proceeded to pour himself some supper and allow me to do the talking.

Though-
I had no good explanation.
" just-, a good adventure I suppose"
I breathed as I too ended up pouring a bowl
Of stew into my bowl and getting a waft of that wonderful smell,
"Ah I remember my days of doing just that" Taralf chuckled "I settled down eventually to marry a wonderful woman" he reached and grabbed his wife's hand who smiled and held his in return,
Lovely.
"The three of us set out with different ideals yet my own is a bit more personal
Something was stolen from
Me. I strive to get it back" Sudryl grunted,
Sipping at his stew

"My Apologies, I too know what it's like to have something you treasure taken" Sorie frowned

"I pray to the gods almighty that you are reunited with your belonging"

Sudryl blinked as if shocked by those words

But kept his eyes on the bowl and proceeded to eat Without a response as if he wasn't expecting kind words. 
"Where are you all From?" Taralf asked,
I opened my mouth to answer
But Igrid beat me to it.
"Faust and I are from WhiteRun, and I don't know where this saber Ass came
From"
(Referring to Sudryl)
"Funny, I assumed you originated from
The bellows of a mud crab" Sudryl retaliated and I groaned at their bickering
"My home was Solitude" he answered,
"Amazing, Whiterun is a ways away- but Solitude? Bless your stamina" Sorie laughed.
I watched as the four of them
Conversed and found myself staring,
I hadn't taken any stew into my stomach just yet because I couldn't help but feel- alienated..

It came to my attention that I felt
This way even In Dragonsreach,

My gaze returned to The bowl in front of me as my mind wandered to find the source of why I felt such emotions, My only option to an answer was perhaps I- never sat with people at a table before?.
I could not answer.

I soon joined the conversation and learned more about these two kind people who took us under their wings,
I learned of Igrid and Sudryl's Ages- Igrid being 22 and Sudryl around 26,
I assumed I was in my twenties as well.
"Ivarstead is petite in size but we hold a great tale of the 7,000 steps to High Hrothgar" Taralf explained, sipping his mead.
"Whoa that's here?" Igrid gasped in Disbelief "wondrous! I heard tales but always thought those were Bluffs of men who lie of their penis length as well!"

Sudryl rolled his eyes "by the gods you still think you're funny" he groaned and eyed her from the corner of his gaze

"You must be one of them"
Igrid growled- soon glaring upon the high elf and narrowed her eyes with a slight arch of her back over the table To face him better, to which  also placed her breasts right in front of my face and gave me a wave of
Discomfort-
My groan increased in volume.

"What's in my trousers is far bigger than those ears of yours" Sudryl returned her glare- and
Now it was I who groaned.
"At the table is where you discuss this?" I murmured

Taralf Just chuckled and ate whilst Sorie had took the finished plates to
Be washed.

"Please tell me more about these steps"
I changed the topic of
Conversation.