Yew spent another couple of days in Riverwood. Creating and selling his potions and sleeping with Camilla. Through his alchemy and negotiations, he was actually able to achieve level 4 and chose a perk to increase the effectiveness of his potions and poisons, he also gained some spell slots for first level spells. However, the situation couldn't last much longer. He needed to head up to Whiterun. To figure out who exactly these travelers were who helped vanquish the dragon. One of them might be the Dragonborn.
"I want to head out to Whiterun." Yew said to Greta one morning during breakfast.
"Ok. I want to come with you. I feel like I'll be able to help people if I'm with you, which was my purpose for traveling anyway." Greta said.
"Ok. We should purchase some food for the road, and then swing by the Riverwood trader to make sure we have our supplies. I should say goodbye to Camilla as well." Yew said.
"Ok. I'll get the food. You can go and check out the Riverwood trader. Say goodbye to Camilla." Greta said. Yew nodded and the two left. Greta noticed that Orgnar was looking at Yew oddly as he walked away. It wasn't quite that he was checking him out, though he could have been, the emotion across Orgnar's face seemed to be wistful regret.
Yew entered the trader. As per usual, Camilla was sitting reading a book and Lucan was behind the counter.
"Hello, Yew. It's so nice to see you." Camilla said standing up. Looking at his face, Camilla seemed to realize something.
"You're going away, aren't you?" Camilla asked.
"I am." Yew said.
"Do you know if you'll be dropping by again soon?" Camilla said.
"I can't be sure of anything at this time, but I would say there's a good chance. I am just going up to Whiterun to investigate the dragon attack there." Yew said.
"Why do you have to get involved with dragons? Isn't that a bit dangerous? Your not some kind of Archmage are you? I don't know too much about magic, but I know that much." Camilla said.
"That's true. But I am the only druid in the area, and my order is concerned with keeping the natural world in balance. I highly suspect the dragons don't wish to contribute to the balance, only to destroy it. I must do something. The gods, the balance, nature and everything that comprise Nirn needs my help." Yew said. Again he just seemed to know this all was true.
"I see. This is very important then." Camilla said.
"It is." Yew said.
"Then that just means I'll have to give you one hell of a kiss for good luck." Camilla said, and proceeded to kiss Yew quite hard. Camilla's hands strayed down to Yew's rear and she grabbed it firmly. The two kissed like they wouldn't see each other for months. Then separated.
"That was one hell of a kiss." Yew said. Lucan cleared his throat, to demonstrate he was still there. Yew proceded to sell a few of the non-essential potions he had brewed and grabbed a few items for the road.
"Be careful on the road. Most of the guards for Whiterun hold are either in the city itself or villages like ours. The roads have likely never been less patroled." Lucan said.
"I'll keep that in mind." Yew said, and bid Camilla one last farewell with a peck on the lips and a slap on her butt. Then Yew left.
Yew and Greta met outside the Trader and began their trek down the road to Whiterun.
"How long do you think it will take to get to Whiterun." Yew said.
"On foot...probably the rest of today and a bit of tomorrow morning." Greta said.
The two took a break a bit afternoon to have something to eat. They sat down on the ground and shared a meal of bread, honigbrew mead, a bit of goat cheese and some seared slaughter fish.
"How are you enjoying it here in Skyrim? I know it must be a considerable change of pace from High Rock." Greta said.
"I'm getting more peace here then I've gotten in a long time. I do miss my home, certain aspects at least. But...I'm glad to be here." Yew said. And he realized that was the case for both parts of him.
"I'm glad to hear that." Greta said.
They were just finishing up their meal when a band of armed and armored men and women came down the road. There were six of them.
"Look what we've got here." An argonian rasped.
"A couple travelers prancing through the meadows." A breton female said, taking out a knife only to file her nails with it.
"They look like two little princesses." A hulking brute of a nord said.
"We shouldn't be rude to them then. Well my ladies, what are you doing so far away from your castle?" said the man leading them. He had a bushy beard a bald head and had a great sword slung over his back.
"The wilderness is ours, friends. You should be careful what you say." Yew replied.
"Ha. They think their hard." A roguish imperial japes.
"Let's slit their throat and watch the blood trickle down." Says an argonian female.
"Hold. We don't have to do any of that if our friends here just hand over there gold. Then we can let them walk free." The bearded man said.
"If you get rid of your arms, and give us your promise that you won't hurt innocent people, we shall give you the ability to walk out of here alive." Yew said.
"Yes. The divines give mercy to those truly repentant. We shall do the same." Greta said.
The bandits looked at each other and then they began to laugh.
Their weapons were drawn.
"Kill them." The bearded leader said.
"You've made a couple of mistakes." Yew said. He wasn't even facing them. He was just standing to the side with his dagger drawn.
"Oh? What are those?" The bearded man said.
"Standing so close together." Yew said. He had finished making the necessary movements for entangling with the hand they couldn't see. Suddenly all of them were grasped by strong vines keeping their legs tied together. They couldn't move and they had no choice but to try and hack at the shifting vines. a difficult task to be sure.
Greta went over and bashed the male argonians head in. Yew walked over to the female argonian and slit her throat.
"Do you give up?" Yew asked.
"N-never." The bandit leader said, trying to slash the vines with his spare dagger.
"That's too bad. Mistake number two. Underestimating your enemy. Piercing Thorn." Yew said casting the spell and sending a thorn hurtling through the neck of the Imperial. Greta moved over to the brutish nord. A few bashes and he lay dead at her feet.
"Surrender?" Yew asked.
"Not a fucking chance, Yvete!" The bearded man yelled. The Breton girl sent flames into the vines that were entangling her. They burned and fell useless to the ground. She did the same to her leader's vines, freeing him.
"Ha ha. Excellent." The man said hefting his greatsword.
"Weren't expecting us to have magic on our side did you bastard? I'll run you through." The leader yelled and charged at Yew.
Yew supposed this would be a fair fight. He had only used one spell slot on entangle.
This is what he'd been missing during those days of relative peace in Riverwood. He was glad to be back on the road.