Sunlight filtered through the windows of Honeyside, giving the house a golden glow. Dust motes flickered and danced in the beams of light. Harry floated into consciousness, not willing to let go of the dream. But, as dreams do, it evaded his grasping fingers and flitted away. Amdesa was laying out the table for breakfast. The smell of fresh bread woke Ron and Hermione, and the trio followed their noses to the table, sat and ate with the Khajiit.

"I have to go to Whiterun. Do you want to come? Or you can stay here until I get back?" Amdesa offered.

The trio looked at each other. Words were not needed. "We'll come." Said Ron.

"Come on then. It is a dangerous road, we need to get you protection. Follow me." She said, and walked out.

Outside, they turned right over the bridge, nodding to a guard. Then they turned left, then right.

"Vegetables as crisp as a winter's morning!" Someone called. They walked forwards into a town square.

"Are you going to buy something or are you just here for training? Otherwise, move on!" One rather grim woman behind a stall told Amdesa.

"That is Grelka. We could buy from her, but I prefer Balimund, the smith."Amdesa whispered to the trio. They walked round.

"Hi Madesi! How is buissness?"

"Not well I'm afraid. That Brynolf keeps draining peoples pockets with his ridiculous 'miracle cures'. Last month it was troll fat salve, and now he's got something new." Madesi sighed. "Not that there's anything can be done about it, he's in good with the Thieves' Guild."

"Oh well. What have you pot for sale?" After a bit of bargaining, Amdesa sold him a circlet. "Bye, Madesi."

"Safe travels, land-strider." He replied. They passed Madesi's stall and strolled over to a forge where a man was battering a sword on a workbench.

"Come to see Balimund perform miracles with steel, eh?"

"What have you got for sale?" Balimund had none of what Amdesa wanted, so she left.

"Amdesa?" Harry asked. "What are you looking for?"

"I want to get you three daggers, but he didn't have any. I will have to make some. Balimund!"

"Yes?"

"Do you have any iron ingots?"

"Yes. 10 gold each."

"I need six." Gold and metal exchanged hands, and shortly after she walked over to the grindstone.

As she sharpened each blade, they studied Balimund. He had dirty straw blond hair, and wore a charred apron. He was sturdily built, and had strong and calloused hands. Amdesa stood and passed them each a blade.

"Don't cut yourselves." She warned.

"Can we pay you back-"

"don't worry, I have lots of money."She cut him off. "Now, let's go!"