Author's note: Oh god guys, Maurice. I don't know if all quest specific followers are as annoying as him, but let me tell you, I was inches away from stabbing the bastard and then burning the corpse. They can't put a bounty on you if there's no body, right? Either way, I have a new appreciation for my buddy Faendal. He's still an elf of fail, but at least he doesn't charge into battle with his BARE FISTS and NO ARMOR. Also, I've come to realise that it's a lot of fun to write serious stories with these two. It's not something I'm going to do every chapter, because having them fight and pick on each other is a hell of a lot of fun too, but it's fun to do every once in awhile.

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Prompt: Man of honor

"So are we at the Eldergleam Sanctuary yet?"

"Ancestors grant me patience," Gabrielle whispered to herself, choosing to ignore the pilgrim instead of following her instinct to kill the man.

Maurice Jondrell was a monk who had decided to tag along from the Temple in Whiterun and make a complete and utter pest of himself the whole way to the Sanctuary. Faendal and Gabrielle had finally grabbed the Nettlebane from the Hagraven and quickly set out for the Eldergleam tree. But it was by pure chance that Maurice had overheard their conversation in the Temple and it had seemed reasonable to bring the man along.

Not even five minutes outside of Whiterun and the Briton monk had decided he was invincible after punching a wolf in the face. What seemed like seconds afterwards, the man had somehow climbed a small hill to a set of Guardian stones that was being protected by a necromancer. It was by sheer chance that he wasn't killed by the summoned skeletons or the subsequent fall down the rocks. The man even had the nerve to refuse any potions of healing and restoration magic. Gabrielle couldn't believe it, but she'd finally found someone who was more irritating in battle than Faendal. What was truly ironic was that the Bosmer seemed to share her aggravation, staying close to her side and doing everything within his power to avoid talking to Maurice.

Gabrielle couldn't help but laugh at the situation, earning a glare from Faendal. She shook her head and glanced back at the monk walking a few steps behind them. He seemed to be enjoying the passing scenery and pointedly ignoring the two adventurers.

"Sometimes, dear friend, it's good to be reminded of our blessings," she said as an explanation.

At his confused look, she gestured from Maurice to Faendal, thumping him on the chest lightly with her fist. He sputtered indignantly and Gabrielle couldn't help but laugh louder. The sound echoed up and down the mountain. As her laughter died down, Faendal finally managed to pull his words back together and come up with a response.

"I am not a 'great warrior', as you like to call it, but you cannot honestly say that I have not improved. Not after all this time."

Gabrielle nodded and said, "Yes, that's true. You have certainly become what normal citizens would call a 'good man'. But you are not yet an honorable one."

The two were quiet, but it was a comfortable kind of silence.

"I suppose," Faendal finally said, meeting Gabrielle's curious look head on, "it's not so bad. Learning to become an honorable, better man isn't everything I expected, but it's not so terrible. Right?"

It took a moment for the words to hit her, but when they did, she smiled wide and simply said, "That's right."

"So are we at the Eldergleam Sanctuary yet?"

Faendal quickly grabbed the greatsword's handle before Gabrielle could unsheathe it and said,

"Didn't you just say something about being honourable?"

"You don't think putting him out of my misery is an act of honor?"

"Stop joking!"

"Who's joking?"

"We need to hurry to the Eldergleam Sanctuary. Are we there yet?"

"SHUT UP!"