It wasn't often the people of Whiterun, let alone Skyrim, gave Jorrvaskr a visit. From time to time, the occasional drunkard or beggar would find their way inside looking for a septim and a drink. Vilkas preferred it to be thatway. It was quiet
for the most part, and he found himself taking pride in the humble yet respectable community he was in the midst of.
The Companions had each other, and never had to rely on anybody else, really. He didn't see the need for somebody new to abruptly join their little family. The day that damned Bosmer set foot inside had changed almost everything.
"I wish to join the Companions."
Her voice was soft, buthada certain strength underlying it. She seemed confident enough, although was a bit wary of her surroundings. Kodlak deemed her worthy of training,much to Vilkas' dismay. He'd even scolded Vilkas for questioningherwhatsoever.
She wasa stranger who didn't belong there. "Tell me, what brings you here?" His harbinger had asked, and the response she gave made Vilkas want to roll his eyes.
He remembered taking in her overall appearance.
She stood much shorter than the two Nord men, her pale blonde hair set free around her shoulders. The Bosmer's distinctive pointed ears peaked out from strands of hair. She had numerous jagged scars on her left cheek, starting from beneath her dark violet
/eye to her full lips. Her golden skin was painted with white elven war paint, which stood out quite a bit. She was clad in black armor he's never seen before. It was tight fitted, which made the bow and arrows on her back a bit more obvious.
She was pretty. For an elf.
He later found out Anura was her name. She attempted to speak with him after he tested her arm, but he would have none of that. "I need you to deliver my sword to Eorlund, whelp." Vilkas somewhat sneered, handing over said weapon to her. This earned a
/glare from her, and he almost wanted to smirk. So, it got to her, eh?
His brother, Farkas, was delighted to have somebody new around. Apparently he felt that this was a good thing, and that Anura would be a great addition to their home. The rest of Jorrvaskr didn't seem to mind as much, although Aela and Ria did agree that
/it would bring some fun to "mess with the new whelp". That didn't last very long, after Anura proved herself time and time again, earning the two women's respect. Eventually, they began teasing Vilkas for being the only one who disliked her.
What was so great about this elf woman anyways? She was cocky, arrogant, and often put herself in danger. And for gods' sake, she was the leader of the Thieves Guild over in Riften. That wasn't something that should be condoned as honorable. Vilkas was
/honestly shocked at the fact she slept under the same roof as him. He, who held honor and loyalty and truth above all.
Anura would often leave Jorrvaskr and Whiterun. She'd never say where she was going, either. Kodlak would accept this, making it obvious that he knew about her whereabous. The old man seemed to know everything. It wasn't until Anura stumbled inside
/Jorrvaskr, that Vilkas decided to question her. Before he could ask anything, she collapsed. Kodlak helped Vilkas lay her down comfortably, before finally explaining that she was the Dragonborn. This was something so difficult for Vilkas to process,
/not only because she was an elf,but because it didn't seem real.
