23rd of Sun's Dusk… 2234…
Garan stroll leisurely along the shore of the island. Each day of the last one hundred and thirty years, he took his sanity walk. For the last seventy-five, he really needed them. His Lord's demands had become more erratic, his fits came faster and the non-sense of the court was close to driving him to madness.
He stretched as he walked. His evening meal had been passable, but the fact he longed to hunt never left him. The castle's cattle were a means of staving off hunger, not a means of truly quenching one's thirst. Not the way he wanted.
He looked up at the snow as it fell.
The peacefulness he found on his walks refreshed him. He shook out his hair as he wandered, looking down at the flotsam that washed up onto the beach. Nothing new or unique ever appeared, but it was the only true adventure he looked forward too. A small discovery in his increasingly droll existence seemed to be a little too much to ask for any more.
He sighed.
His evening adventure before the midnight meal was almost half way over. He rounded towards the back of the castle, ready to stare at the shipwrecks wasting away there. The tattered remnants of a bygone day in his opinion, one he so desperately sought.
Though he hadn't known it personally, Vigalmo had once mistakenly asked to salvage the timbers of the old wreck. To reopen the castle to trade and fresh supplies of blood, but the reaction he had received had been terrifying. Lord Harkon had nearly killed him on the spot.
Garan sighed again. Life in the castle walls was repetitive, tedious, and downright boring. His life revolved around Harkon's ever more insane ideas and the courts almost constant silent struggles for power.
He kicked a large rock far into the sea, thinking about recent events. Harkon's daughter's sudden return, found by none other than the Dragonborn herself, but Garan and others had been appalled by Harkon's actions towards her.
Garan knew he shouldn't have been surprised, though.
Thinking about it further, it was no wonder after millennia of absence, the Lady of the castle had disappeared again. Harkon's tirades were even directed at his once beloved daughter.
Now things are only going to be worse for Lady Serana and her companion the Dragonborn…
A dull sound caught his attention and he tore his gaze from the sea. The sound was rhythmic with the waves, each time they kissed the shore, he heard the thumping noise. His pace quickened as he approached the back dock. To the East of the shipwreck was a solitary dingy.
How did this get… Garan turned and studied the back dock closely. The guardians are missing…
He took a couple of steps towards the back entrance. The dilapidated old dock was completely vacant. The boat bumped the dock again and he looked back down. He moved backed to the small wooden boat and the wind shifted.
Garan tripped as he backed away from the boat. The scent of a werewolf was strongly emanating from it. Garan picked himself up off the dock, ready to sprint back to the main hall when a more subtle smell wafted from the boat. The placid scent of rosewater and mountain flowers.
"It can't be…" Garan sniffed at the boat more. He looked between the boat and the back of the castle. Then, he laughed. "Clever girl… the both of you."
Garan stood and brushed the snow off his leather trousers. "But, you have no idea what your father has planned for either of you."
For a moment, he contemplated his actions.
He held out his hand and the purple light shot from it, engulfing the wooden dingy. "To Oblivion, I banish you."
The spell completed, Garan smiled. "No one will know our little secret." The purple Oblivion gate closed, the boat was gone. "Good luck, my Lady."
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