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"7,000 steps to High Hrothgar" Sorie began,
"Travelers Come year round to take the journey and speak with the Graybeards",
"My uncle made the journey once and he brought me back a gold coin from One Of the alters" Igrid whispered to my ear after leaning in idly close whilst still listening to the tales of the mountain,
"That's remarkably disrespectful, to hell with your fiend of an uncle"
Sudryl over Heard once more starting  a bickering session between the two of them which irritated me to the point of my own eye twitching.
"And what of these Greybeards you mentioned?"
I spoke over their obnoxious behavior and leaned a bit closer to Sorie to hear her better.
"They're the wisest order to ever gaze down upon us from the Throat of the world, they say the Greybeards keep in silence to master the words of the sky"
"Wisest. Would they assist us if we traveled the steps to High Hrothgar?"
I blinked upon my own question and thought it over, perhaps they knew of my origins and even Sudryl's possession-
"No don't think so" Taralf shook his head "they may be wise but they're not all knowing"
"Taralf please, let's not disrespect our superiors"
Sorie frowned to him and ceased him from
Saying anything more of the sort.
"My apologies Faust. They perhaps would know the answer to your questions but I cannot say for certain"
Damn,
I frowned and brought back my gaze locked on with the table. We traveled all this way and yet availed to nothing, the only trouble that gave me was that my head seemingly knew less than I had started with from the start- just barely before I couldn't even recall this town to which was our starred destination.
Igrid ended the bickering with a flick of her middle finger and crossed her arms facing the front of her with a simple but clearly agitated expression upon her freckled face
"Done now? It would be best to rest our heads till the morrow's morning sun"
I sighed to my accomplices and faced them, Sudryl gave a slight nod whilst Igrid instantly agreed.
Sorie Kindly showed us to our room- yes one room, because the house was rather small
And only had two bedrooms so I didn't complain- but it's one room..

Where I'm stuck.

With these two
Together.

Talos guide me.

Sudryl made the chivalrous claim to allow the bed to be in our possession while he would sleep on the floor with as much comfort as Sorie could provide for him (pillows, blankets etc).
Considering the exhaustion I felt in my knees I sat on the left side of the bed and shut my eyes momentarily and listened to the small conversation being made by Igrid from the window sil.
"So what now? We come here- found nothing, you apparently don't remember anything, and now I have to breathe the same air as this bafoon" she bitched once more for the third time that day,
"We search for my possession early Sun rise"
Sudryl huffed
Leaning down and removing his upper shirt and resting on his back Next to the bed.
"To hell with you"
Igrid grumbled
"Yes we can start off tomorrow" I responded
"Faust! No!" I rolled my eyes when Igrid made her remark to my agreement
"It's settled then. We strive for Falkreath tomorrow" Sudryl nodded and turned on his side- I supposed he was about to sleep where I too found comfort and decided to rest.
I kept My dress on of course despite its aggravating itch and rested my head upon my feathered pillow, listening to Igrid's grumbles of protest-

"Why say yes"
She whispered

"I'm aware we told your mother five days time, but he's given us assistance through the storm and I did in fact offer aid before he helped us" I whispered back in return, my back faced her own, but I could feel her turn around to stare upon mine.
"He's a murderer, Faust. How do we know he won't just stab us in the spinal
Cords and run off with our coin?"
She had a point.
We didn't know this man or his intentions
"Then be cautious, I don't suspect him to do anything of the sort"
"If we die I blame you" she gave one final grunt of a whisper before assuming my falling asleep because she became silent.
I sighed and too fell Asleep soon after.

Once more my mind settled into the ebony world laced in silence,
In the dark Of the room I slept- but didn't dream, I heard nothing but my own voice in my head as If my mind were wide awake behind my eyelids.
Tomorrow Igrid, Sudryl and I would be heading to- Markarth- I believe?
So soon we'd be leaving Ivarstead? A part of me deep down urged for my mind to think harder, to search longer, as if the version of me
Who had her memories was scratching at my innards and crying to me to let her out,
There was more here,
There had to be.

My copper colored eyes snapped open and stared into The depth of the room, there had to be more,
I had to have some sort of connection with this place or with the caravan to
Which would have been here a day prior.
I sat up and rubbed at my hands from
The cold
And idly looked behind me at Igrid through the vail of the night, She was fast asleep, I then squinted and looked at what seemed to be Sudryl on the floor- asleep as well.
I gave a quiet shivered breath and grabbed the wolf pelt from the bedside and stood, very quietly navigated my way through the dark to The door and exited down the hallway as quietly as I could. Giving small delicate steps to be sure to avoid any creeks and groans of the aged wooden floors beneath my bare feet

There was an urge in my chest, that lifted the weight from my shoulders momentarily.
The living room Was dimly lit with the aid of two almost dispersed candles, outside must have been darker than inside. Therefore I made the choice to pick up the candle by its rod and held it close whilst my other hand opened the door and allowed me
Access to the cold open world, as soon as I took one step my hand returned to the wolf
Pelt upon my body and held it tight. It was a light snowfall, no wind, which was a blessing since it could have been Much colder.
I had to search.