Ch.2
It was already morning? It must have been, Frire heard people talking in the other room. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He wasn't used to this lifestyle. Always moving from town to town. Never being able to relax. He missed his bed at home, it was much more comfortable than the hard, unforgiving bed at this inn.
He got up and walked to the wardrobe. Today, he would wear the silk Doublet from the Imperial City. His favorite piece of clothing. He had to dress himself, which he wasn't used to. Awkwardly, he pushed his arms through the sleeves and started tying the back laces. He couldn't quite get it tied, however. Frire walked out of his room and into the main hall of the inn.
"Excuse me, sir" he said to the Innkeeper, "could you tie these laces. I can't get them myself."
"Frire!" Shouted Frire's father, Stavle Divnon. "Come here, right now!"
Frire walked over to his father, who quickly tied the laces of his doublet.
"You can't go around asking people to do those sorts of things for you." Stavle told Frire.
"But father, I do it at home all the time."
"Those people are our servants, Frire. We pay them to do those things."
"Why can't we just pay these people, too?"
By that time, the Innkeeper looked very angry. Stavle sent Frire on his way and apologized to him. The Nord did not like having anything to do with Elves.
Frire walked outside, it was snowing lightly. He was met by the beaming eyes of a young Nord. He looked about as old as Frire was. He was very muscular for his age.
"Hi, my name is Noland!" The Nord said with a toothy grin.
"Frire…nice to meet you."
"I saw you guys come into town yesterday. I didn't want to seem nosey, so I didn't follow you."
"Follow us where?"
"Into the inn! Sorry, that sounded weird, didn't it?" Noland was nervous and didn't want to chase Frire away.
"Well, we're staying here for a week or so. Then we're going to Falkreath."
"What for?"
"My father has some business to attend to there."
For the rest of the day, Noland and Frire got to know each other. Noland was very happy to know someone that was his age. Frire was interested to talk to someone who wasn't from his household. It was somewhat ironic, he had so many imported items, clothing and heirlooms, but he had never been away from home before.
Noland took Frire to meet Frondir, who had finished the sword and was now making a bow. Frire learned all about how the smith works and what Frondir does. He was very intrigued at the life of everyday people. Later, the two boys went to the edge of the woods and sat down. Noland told Frire all about his life, and Frire told Noland about his.
The day was coming to an end. It was time for the two boys to return to their parents. Frire went back to the inn. He watched Noland walk back to his house, to see where he lived. He stepped inside the inn, his parents sat at the dining table. Frire's Doublet was dirty and wet, but it didn't bother him in the slightest.
"Where have you been all day? And what happened to your clothes?" His father asked.
"I got to know one of the local children. His name is Noland."
"That's great!" His mother, Kindred, said. "Come, have a seat."
Frire's parents were very happy to hear that he had made a friend. He hadn't know more than 10 people in his life. This was good for him. They all sat and ate dinner, sharing how their days went.
Frire was very eager to see Noland again tomorrow. When it was time for bed, he put on his night garments and jumped under the blankets. He was soon reminded of how bad of an idea that was. The harsh, wooded frame of the bed and lack of cushioning had made Frire's knees sore from impact. After a short while, he drifted off to sleep.