A Dragonborn by any other name

What next?

Escaping from Helgen was a blur of corridors, rooms and tunnels. Gwen ran through the old keep with a flame spell in one hand and a sword in the other. Hadvar hadn't been amused when she stopped to skin the bear, but she defended herself, she could sell it, or tan it into leather. When the pair finally emerged into the fading daylight they cowered behind a rock as the dragon flew overhead, hopefully departed for good.

"I hope Lucia got away alright." Gwen remarked, looking back at the cave behind them. She had a feeling her sister was alright, but she did have such a knack for getting in trouble.

"I'm sure she'll be fine." Hadvar remarked, looking over the valley and starting down the road, before looking back to see if the girl was following. "Riverwood's this way. My uncle lives there and I'm sure he'll be able to put you up for a bed for the night."

Gwen blinked, surprised by the offer, but started after him. "Thank you. Not many would offer such hospitality to a stranger." Hadvar guided them toward the road, looking around occasionally for signs of others.

"I think o it this way. If you were going to kill me, you had ample chance already. I know you were a prisoner, but your name wasn't on the list, which makes me believe it was a mistake. I know you're good with a sword, and can hold your own in a fight, but I don't know anything more about you, which makes me curious." He continued chatting on the way to Riverwood, pointing out landmarks and local scenery. Finally the pair passed under the walkway that marked the entry to the small village. Gwen was introduced to Hadvar's uncle Alvor and offered a bed for the night, which she accepted only hesitantly, with much prodding from Hadvar.

She settled into the hard bed as best she could a few hours later, hand absentmindedly holding her amulet, which she was determined to keep hidden. She sighed and shifted. Tomorrow was another day, and Lucia was more than capable of taking care of herself. She would make her way to Whiterun in the morning and maybe try and find a job there. It shouldn't be too hard. With that thought, she rolled over and fell gently into sleep.