Take up Arms
Rather than do as she was told and follow the main quest, our hero headed straight to Jorvaskrr, the HQ of The Companions. Avoiding two brawling members and Useless Ria, Frankie Boyle eventually found Kodlak, seated next to a skinnier version of Farkas, whom could actually speak English. Frankie Boyle did not find this attractive at all, as he spoke with an irritating accent, so she ignored him. "Hey, Kodlak –"
"Here for Farkas?" the weedy Farkas said, with a slight disdain.
"Yep."
"Come outside and beat me up, then you can join."
SOME TIME LATER
As weedy Farkas lay crying on the floor after being given a Chinese burn, Frankie Boyle stood triumphant. Weedy Farkas handed our hero his sword, and instructed her to take it to Eorlund Grey-Mane to have it sharpened. She did so, not forgetting to have "Weedy Farkas" inscribed onto both sides first. HEY A BOOK OH MY GOD SMITHING INCREASED TO NUMBER THIS IS SO COOL! Eorlund presented Frankie Boyle with a shield to give Nakedla the Huntress. Upon opening the door, however, she found Skjor and Nakedla together. Screaming, Frankie Boyle fled the room, before being yanked back by Nakedla. "We were comparing recipes. Why do you people always try to portray me as some whore? Ugh. Look. Could you handle Weedy Farkas in a real fight?"
"A fly could handle Weedy Farkas in a real fight."
"I knew there was something I liked about you," Aela mused. "We'll have Farkas show you to your room. Hey, icebrain! Come show this new blood where the whelps sleep."
"UGG UGG! Ugg, ugg ugg?"
"No, I'm an Arse Bandit. I thought I'd already explained this?"
"UGG UGG UGG!"
"You're a peanut? You make a good peanut."
"Ugg ugg."
The journey up the corridor was short, but already a totally not cliché bond was established. Caveman and Dumbass. They went perfectly together.
(Author's note: okay, if some of you haven't realised yet I'm doing this quest by quest. So some chapters are gonna be long as shit, and others are gonna be short as shit. Deal with it)
