Chapter 3
Footsteps outside. Serana bolted awake, suddenly realizing she was in a bed. Looking around, she didn't recognize the room she was in. Voices began to float in along with the scraping of metal on plates. An inn? She wouldn't feel safe until she knew.
Hiding her Daedric dagger in her sleeve, Serana opened the door and stepped out into the middle of an inn. The happy patrons paid her no mind as they ate, drank, and sang their troubles away with one another.
Feeling the need for some fresh air, Serana sheathed her blade and stepped outside into the cool night air. She looked down the hill in front of the inn and slowly recognized the streets of Whiterun. Turning around, she found that her room was in the Bannered Mare.
Her memories eluded her. She wandered aimlessly around the candle-lit city, trying to remember anything from the past few days. The Khajiit, Zanabi. Zanabi's poisoned arrow that pierced through Serana's body. The dragon...Paarthurnax. Her rescuer. After that, she remembered nothing before waking up in the inn.
She felt where the arrow had pierced her shoulder, expecting to find the hole, only to find that it had been completely healed! Only someone skilled in Restoration magic could have done that so quickly and the only ones capable that Serana knew of were in the Temple of Kynareth. How could anyone have convinced a priest to heal a vampire?!
"How much influence could that have taken?" Serana wondered in awe.
Then, a flash! A snowy mountain, the wind racing around her, and old men in grey robes. The Greybeards! Parthurnax must have flown her to the Throat of the World after he saved her. The revered old men would definitely have the influence in the city to arrange for her healing. She still wondered what would possess them to do it though. Perhaps when she had her thoughts together, she would traverse the Thousand Steps and go speak with them.
Again, the sounds of revelry reached Serana's ears. Expecting to see the inn, Serana was surprised to find herself outside Jorrvaskr, home of the Companions. She smiled as memories of His stories of this place floated around in her head. She wondered if anyone from His time there was even still alive..Exhaling to calm herself, Serana walked up to the mead hall and pushed open the doors.