Nayla shivered as the cold Skyrim air bit at her face.
She turned to look at Vulokviing, and wondered if she could conjure an illusion to mask his black sclera and scaled cheeks.
"Vulokviing, are you comfortable with illusion magic?"
Vulokviing hummed, before catching on to her meaning. He drew the Blade of Vengeance, taking a look at himself in the reflection.
He personally thought that his silver hair and red eyes matched well with the scaled streaks on his face.
"I suppose I need to pass as human."
As the words were spoken, his scales retracted and his sclera faded to white. His red eyes and silver hair did not change, as they were permanent.
"Los daar viseim?"
He asked, and Nayla looked at him for a second. Inigo was also baffled at the things Vulokviing could do.
"Yeah, that's okay."
Vulokviing nodded and sheathed his sword. Nayla opened her map, which Inigo had informed her was magic.
She looked at the symbol for Whiterun, and closed her eyes. She felt the presence of Inigo, which was soft and warm compared to the overwhelming aura of Vulokviing.
She willed them to travel with her as the magic took hold, instantly transporting them to the city.
-Transition-
Vulokviing stumbled, caught off guard by the sudden teleportation. Inigo got his bearings easily, amd Nayla seemed to not care that she had just shifted places in an instant.
"Warn me next time. Oh, Tol lost zurun."
Nayla said a quick sorry before walking up to Adrienne.
"Hey, could my friend here borrow your grinding stone?"
"Of course Nayla. Why wouldn't he?"
Nayla smiled and participated in small talk for a while. Vulokviing drew his sword and began to work at it.
About fifteen minutes later Nayla tapped Vulokviing on the shoulder. He stopped sharpening his sword and turned his attention.
"We'll be in my house, Breezehome. It's right over there. Here is some coin, if you want to buy materials."
She handed over a bag of two thousand septims, and walked away. Vulokviing pocketed the bag and went back to work.
-Transition-
Vulokviing sighed as he gazed at his work. The scratches and nicks on the blade had been repaired, and the large gash on the spike pommel was fixed.
It now shined beautifully, and the reflective sheen was now stronger than it had been.
Vulokviing sheathed the weapon, and approached what he presumed to be a guard.
"Excuse me, but is there a good blacksmith around here?"
The guard's helm looked his way, and the guard shrugged.
"If you want the best blacksmith in Whiterun, look for Kodlak Whitemane."
Vulokviing thanked the guard and looked up at the sky. The sun was starting to set, and the clouds were wispy.
Vulokviing entered Breezehome, finding a fire crackling right in the middle of the room.
Inigo sat at a table to his left, and Nayla had seemingly went to bed. Vulokviing sat down with Inigo, figuring it would be best to learn of his new friends.
"So, how did you come to meet Nayla?"
"Ah, that is quite the story. Both her and I were on a mission, and I shot her in the head for skooma money."
"That... Was not the tale I was expecting."
Inigo chuckled.
"Yes, it is not your normal story. Anyway, after a while I turned myself in and was locked in a cell in Riften."
Vulokviing crossed his legs and rested his head on his palm, getting comfortable for the story.
"She arrived one day and spoke to me. She did not remember that I shot her, and decided to allow me to travel with her, to redeem myself."
Inigo looked at nothing in particular, remembering that day.
"We went on many advemtures after that. I helped her in her service in the Legion, and watched her become Harbinger of the Companions."
Vulokviing continued to listen, his red eyes getting glossy from the urge to sleep.
"And one day I got very bad headaches. They led us to a house belonging to a man named Langley, who claimed I was going to be a hero."
Vulokviing nodded. He could see Inigo doing great things in the future, from his personality to his skills, he was respectable.
"That was when she remembered when I shot her. She allowed us to stop at an inn, and we talked about it. Of course she still forgave me, and still lets me accompany her."
Vulokviing yawned, and stood from his chair.
"That was a soothing tale Inigo. That will be a good one to tell your children some day."
Inigo smiled.
"Yes. Yes I think so too."
Vulokviing sat down in one of the chairs next to the fire, allowing sleep to start taking hold.
"Well Inigo, I am going to sleep for the night."
"Good night, friend."
