This was the place.
Their last important bit of business before they could head to Bruma, rest, restock, and then finally go home.
But first, they had to deal with this.
It was fortunate that their plan for the journey worked out well. They did make it to Roxey Inn shortly after nightfall and they spent a pleasant and peaceful night there. Now that they were far from Leyawiin and the memories of it, it was a bit easier to enjoy the hospitality of the Cyrodiil inns. Though not entirely. It was still quite disappointing that their trip did not end on a very positive note. That so many people died along the way.
But that seemed to be the way of things no matter where they were. Nothing ever went as they'd hoped. A simple act of killing two despots was not a way to free a tormented family, it was only a way to invite even more trouble and death onto their own doorstep. And a simple visit to a beloved temple could not just be a happy reunion. It just had to involve the Thalmor, a secret prison and so much more death.
It'd been too naïve to think things would be easier here than in Skyrim.
But despite it all, it had been a good respite from their northern problems. Though those were encroaching on their feet more and more now. First there were those soldiers…
And now they were here.
The Temple of the Ancestor Moths.
The cold wind and the fresh snow already reminded them of Skyrim, but the sights in front of them made it very clear where they still were.
It was more of a small settlement. There were simple houses everywhere around the actual chapel. The main building towered above them imposingly. It was quite impressive, though it was even more impressive how hidden it was. They found it with the help of their map, but the mountains around it kept it fairly secure from any curious explorers. One had to know where they were going to find it.
It was a simple errand they wanted to do. They just wanted to know what the holdup was with the priest. Esbern had asked for one ages ago and there was still no sign of them arriving in Skyrim. And no answer from the Order of the Ancestor Moth either.
"It's quiet here," Bishop looked around uneasily. He didn't like it. There were buildings, but no people to see. Nobody was working outside, walking around. It was weird. Maybe something happened to the priests.
Or maybe he was just being paranoid.
"Let's just go in," Aeyrin smiled a bit. There was nothing easier than that after all.
They headed straight for the main chapel to see if they could find someone inside. They had no idea if the place was just for… priestly stuff or for living too. Were the Moth Priests really even priests? They were surely not like the others in the Church of the Eight, were they? Who did they worship? What did they preach? The only thing they knew of them was that they studied the Scrolls.
But maybe they would find out soon enough.
When they entered the chapel, they were surprised to see that it looked nothing like the chapels in the cities. It wasn't as big, though they could tell from the outside already, but instead of the pews, statues, stained glass or columns lining the halls, there were only bookcases everywhere. Up to the ceiling. There were several long ladders around to make all the books accessible. It was a pretty impressive library. But there was nothing more in the chapel except for a large mosaic at the one free wall straight again – a moth.
They looked at the chamber for a while, unsure what to do now and a little caught off guard by what they found here. But after a while, the door behind them clicked open again and they turned around sharply.
There was a woman there in bright white robes with swarms of ancestor moths lining the bottom hem, decorating the robes, and an equally white blindfold over her eyes.
"Visitors," she nodded at them. Despite them not making a sound or a move, she seemed to know exactly where they were and that there were more of them. "May we assist you?"
"Uhm… yes. Hello," Aeyrin stammered a bit. "We're… we wanted to talk to someone about… this issue." She wasn't sure if she should say it outright or not. Probably yes, right? But before she could, the woman spoke instead.
"Come. Talk is better with a warm beverage and a place to sit."
That certainly couldn't be argued with.
The woman left the library chapel, urging them to follow. They crossed the small area between the mountains until they entered one of the houses there. There were three more people inside in the same white robes with moths all over the bottom hems. But none of them had blindfolds over their eyes.
"Ah, visitors," one of the priests nodded at them and gestured towards a long table with cups and plates of simple food on it. "How may we assist?"
The blind woman left the house without a word. It was strange. These interactions felt so odd, but not hostile in any way. Bishop and Aeyrin only shared a brief look before they sat down at his urging.
"We're sorry to disturb your order, but we need to discuss something important," Aeyrin decided to broach the subject. All three of the priests sat opposite them and watched them intently without a word. So she had to get to it somehow. "Uhm… first of all, I guess… did you receive a letter from Skyrim, asking for your help in the past… few months?"
"Ah. The letter was from you?" The priest cocked his head at her curiously.
"From a friend of ours," she clarified. "We're not exactly sure what it said, but we know that there was no answer so… we worried about why."
"Well, you see, the letter was… not very forthcoming," the man explained. "You don't know what it said, so… Dexion, could you find the letter, please?" He nodded at the other man by the table.
"We don't get many letters," the third priest – an Imperial woman – smiled wryly. "Not many that ask for assistance. But we have to weigh each one carefully when they come."
The man called Dexion came back soon enough with a small note in his hand. He passed it along to Aeyrin promptly and she unfolded it for both her and Bishop to see.
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Dear Order of the Ancestor Moth,
We are in dire need of your assistance. Please send a Moth Priest to Skyrim. Await further instructions in Riverwood.
A friend
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"Fucking Esbern," Bishop grumbled under his breath. He liked the old man, he did, but that fucking paranoia of his! No wonder the priests ignored it. What the fuck were they supposed to do with this? It kinda sounded like an invitation for an ambush party.
"Our numbers are not great, especially with so many Scrolls lost, not many consider to pursue our calling," the woman gave them a weak sympathetic smile. "Our blind brethren outnumber the rest by now. We cannot risk sending one of our priests for… this."
"We understand," Aeyrin nodded her head briskly. There wasn't even any mention of where to send a potential answer to! "I'm sorry about this, we had no idea the letter was so… uhm… like this. But… we really do need your help. We really do need a Moth Priest."
She wasn't entirely sure what to say. What was safe to say. But they had to, right? Esbern was only careful because of the Thalmor that might intercept the letter. He was careful about the Blades and everything. But the Priests had to know. How else could they agree? They had to know what's at stake.
"For what?" The first man gave her a curious look.
"We found an Elder Scroll in an ancient Dwemer complex," Aeyrin thought it would be best to start with this part. That should get their attention.
"Did you bring it to be studied then?" The woman asked.
"Ah… no. Not yet. We could… give it to you to study, but we need it first," Aeyrin shook her head.
"Young lady, we are aware that many think the Scrolls hold untold power to any who attempt to read them, but let us assure you that…" the first priest scowled, but Aeyrin promptly interrupted him.
"We don't want to read it. Well… we need one of you to read it. In a specific place."
"Ah. So you wish to uncover mysteries of a ground touched by a Scroll," the man nodded in understanding. "That is something we can assist with. Though… we do not venture for one's curiosity alone. You see, it is our custom to carry the Scrolls ourselves, discover and experience the currents of time ourselves. If you would bring us the Scroll, we could venture out to this place and prepare an interpretation for you."
"We… probably kind of need to be there. I… I don't know how this works but…" Aeyrin stammered a little, unsure of how to explain. But Bishop seemed to grow frustrated with the slow progress.
"You heard of the prophecy of the Last Dragonborn?" He usually didn't like divulging too much of anything to anyone, but this was clearly not going anywhere with the vagueness. They were Moth Priests. They knew every fucking prophecy on Nirn. That was important to them. They would act if they knew what this was really about.
"When misrule takes its place at the eight corners of the world," the woman started reciting almost reverently.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know it," Bishop stopped her promptly. There was no need to rehash that shit.
"So it is true? Is the return of the dragons the sign of the World-Eater's waking?" Dexion peered at them almost in awe.
"It is. And we need to see the final battle at the Throat of the World," Aeyrin nodded. "A Scroll was used there to send Alduin through the currents of time. And he emerged… now. We need to see what happened in the battle."
"So that you could do the same?" The woman raised an eyebrow at her with some measure of disturbance in her expression.
"No. There… there was a Shout used during the battle. And we… I need to learn it. There's no other way to find the Word," Aeyrin continued to explain.
"You? So, you are the Last Dragonborn?" Dexion looked her up and down curiously.
"It… looks that way. So far. I am a Dragonborn," she nodded. It was definitely all very much up in the air now, with her inability to Shout. But they were determined to talk to the priests and have this resolved. She would worry about the lycanthropy later.
"We heard rumors of your existence. But how do you learn these Shouts? You would be able to do so just from a recounting of an interpretation?" The first priest looked at her dubiously.
"N-no. I… I don't think so. But… we have to figure something out, otherwise Alduin will swallow the world. The man who sent you the letter, he's a great scholar and he knows more about all this than anyone. That's why he asked for one of you to come in the first place. To work on a solution," Aeyrin tried to sound convincing. She knew that their plan could not even be called a plan, but what else was there to do?
"This is… dire news indeed," the woman's brows furrowed.
"Perhaps it would be worthwhile to consult this scholar. We might be able to find some way to help," Dexion suggested. Yes. Thank the Gods at least one of them was willing.
"You would go to Skyrim then, Dexion? To meet this scholar?" The first priest addressed him.
"I would be willing to. My eyesight is still intact. I could be of great use. And perhaps even bring the Scroll back," he smiled wryly. There was no reason not to give him the Scroll for the help. As if they could sell something like that. It was safest here with the people who knew what to do with these.
"Really? Thank you," Aeyrin beamed at him. At least they were successful where Esbern wasn't, even though this all made her a bit anxious about her lycanthropy. Hopefully they would take their sweet time collaborating though.
"I am happy to help. But it will take me some time to prepare for the journey. It is a long one. And I need to do some studying of my own before," Dexion pondered.
"Hey, take your time," Bishop smirked. They were in no rush, thanks to Aeyrin's situation. "When you do, just go to a village called Rorikstead and to the inn there. Ask for a guy named Erik. He's around often. He'll take you where you need to go to see this scholar. It's kind of crawling with barbarians around the place, so it's safer to have someone who can fight with you." He figured he would offer this before they talked about Sky Haven Temple at all. First of all, that would be a dangerous journey for this lone priest. And second, the location could still remain at least a little secret. From the other two priests and such. This was the safest bet. And they would just write to Erik to let him know to be on the lookout for this guy.
"I shall," Dexion nodded. "We would not wish to keep you, but… before you go, would you care for some tea and... I would like to hear more. About the prophecy and your role in it." It was understandable. This was one quick conversation and he would be risking quite a lot on blind faith alone, so to speak.
The least they could do was tell him what they knew. Though it might be best not to mention the name of the order they were working with.
They could never be sure if someone would rat out the Blades to the Thalmor after all.
But there was no harm in talking about the prophecy.
As long as they made sure the Priests wouldn't spread it around anywhere.
Then again, who were they gonna talk to here?
…
Bishop and Aeyrin spent a few more hours with the Moth Priests.
It was understandable that they were all curious about what was happening, especially Dexion. The two of them told the priests what they could – about the dragons, about Alduin using the war to his benefit and about their search for the Elder Scroll in Blackreach. They did not mention the Blades though, only 'people who helped them' and they did ask the priests to keep Alduin's return to themselves for now. When they explained the issues the revelation might bring, the priests seemed to understand. After all, they themselves were a secretive order. They knew the value of that.
Dexion promised to head out to Skyrim when he was ready. Hopefully he and Esbern could come up with the solution to their Scroll problem. It would still take a while for everything to come together, which suited Aeyrin just fine. She had a bigger issue to tackle herself until then.
But for now, everything was set up. They actually finished all the business they needed to in Cyrodiil and they could return home at last.
First though, their last stop was Bruma once more. They wanted to write to Erik so that he would expect the Moth Priest at some point and they really needed to restock already. But they arrived in the city itself a few hours after sundown and all the stores were closed. That was fine though. It was a nice idea to end their trip the same way they began it. Enjoying the Imperial luxury at the Jerall View Inn.
Aeyrin made sure to order all the food and fruits she might miss in Skyrim again. Who knew when they could be back here again? Especially with Therien in Skyrim now, there weren't many reasons to return.
But it would certainly be nice to come back one day without any needs or agendas. Just to enjoy the place. Not just Cyrodiil. Anywhere. Bishop did often say he would like to show Aeyrin Morrowind. And she always wanted to go to Hammerfell too, even though Bishop would probably melt there from the heat. Once this whole insanity with the dragons was done, they could go anywhere.
It was a nice thing to look forward to.
But right now, both of them were just looking forward to going home.
Though nobody said they couldn't enjoy their last night here. Especially the large soft bed.
Bishop kept planting eager passionate kisses on Aeyrin's neck, keeping her pinned down beneath him with his weight. Their clothes weren't even off yet. He tackled her onto the bed practically the second they entered their room after dinner.
Aeyrin kept pawing at his shirt, trying to take it off, but Bishop was insistent in not pulling away from her for even a second. He suckled on his favorite spot on her neck while his hands roamed all over her, kneading her clothed breasts or ass with eagerness.
She wanted him undressed even if he was being relentless. She was not one to give up. She dragged the shirt off him somewhat forcibly until it got stuck under his pits. She didn't let up though and pulled the shirt further until it actually made him stop kissing her as she covered his face with the fabric.
"Hey!" Bishop complained with a hint of amusement in his voice. He couldn't make much sense of how his shirt ended up like that and he had to pull away from her to get rid of it.
It was the perfect opportunity for her. She reached out to his trousers and began sliding them down his hips, freeing his cock and uncovering him to the knees. Anything past that was beyond her abilities to take off right now, but this was really all she needed.
By the time he finally managed to untangle himself from his shirt, Aeyrin sat up and bent down in her position to start kissing his lower stomach in turn. One of her hands began to eagerly stroke over his length while the other reached around to grab onto his buttcheek. Soon enough, her kisses moved lower and her tongue replaced her hand with the motions over his cock.
Bishop let out a pleased groan as he tangled his hands in her hair. She still had it braided from their journey. She usually let it loose when they were in for the night, but they hadn't had the chance to stop by the bathing room yet today. They just ate with gusto and then went straight to the room. That was fine though. He kinda liked untangling the braids himself. He promptly unfastened the white and gold ribbon that held the braid together on the bottom, and he started to systematically undo the braiding, brushing his fingers through her long hair while she continued to lick his cock.
Soon enough, when he was about half-way done with the braid, she took him into his mouth and started to move against him. It was getting a bit harder to concentrate on the braid, but he still tried his best. Though she did feel her flinch multiple times. He probably pulled on her hair unexpectedly more than once.
He was still determined to undo her hair though, but the next time she took him in deep into her mouth, then sliding back out again, he felt himself pull her too much. The next thing he felt were her teeth on him, more than just grazing him and he let out a hiss of pain. Luckily Aeyrin managed to stop herself and pull away quickly before it got worse.
"I'm sorry," she gave him a guilty look promptly.
"It's fine," he stroked over her hair much more gently now. It was kinda his fault and it wasn't that bad. Not as bad as it could have hurt if she didn't stop herself. "Let's just maybe…"
"Yeah," she nodded promptly. She knew what he meant. They should really get rid of the clothes and everything first.
Bishop immediately started to untangle the laces of his boots so that he could pull off his trousers. In the meantime Aeyrin tugged off her shirt and disposed of her lower clothing as well. But before she could turn her attention to her half-tangled hair, Bishop was all ready to get into their ministrations again. He lowered her onto the bed again and continued to kiss her, now unobstructed with her clothes, it took a lot of effort for him to return at least one hand to her hair to finish undoing it instead of touching her exposed skin.
It took a while for him to finally undo the braid and be able to rake his fingers through her golden locks. In the meantime he relentlessly teased her between her legs with his other hand while she stroked his cock again.
Bishop kept kissing and nibbling on the skin of her neck while he rubbed his fingers between her folds. Her whole body felt on fire. And soon, he started to move his hips closer to hers as he began to position his cock to her entrance. Gods, she was so ready for him to thrust inside her already.
Wait!
Dammit, she completely forgot. But now that her imagination conjured the images of what was about to happen and Bishop spending himself inside her, she remembered. And it was a good thing she did.
"Wait, Bish," she pushed on his shoulders to make sure he would pull back. Bishop promptly readjusted himself on top of her, as if he had been hurting her in that position. But that wasn't the issue. "Uhm… bad news."
"What? Now? In the last ten minutes?" He scoffed as he tried to compose himself a little and focus on what she was saying instead of what he was about to do with her just now. What bad news could there be right this second?
"No," she shook her head with a self-disparaging sigh. "I meant to tell you earlier, but… I kinda forgot and now… it's important. I ran out of that tincture and I couldn't get the ingredients for the stuff I can make in Leyawiin. And… since we skipped the supply run, the tincture might not be working anymore. I was supposed to take more today, but I don't have any." She was counting on buying the ingredients in the Imperial City, but that ship had sailed. And since it was too late today to go into shops, she couldn't buy them here either. She wasn't sure if the tincture still had an effect after a week, but she was not about to test that theory.
"Ah. Fuck… hmm… alright," Bishop grumbled a little, but it was clear that he was more annoyed with the situation than with her. Still, he was clearly not about to stop their ministrations right there and then.
He dipped his head to the crook of her neck once more and his hand returned to tease her instead of his cock. There was no reason why they couldn't still enjoy themselves. Aeyrin was quick to reciprocate and she started to stroke him once more, using her other hand to play with his balls gently.
His cock was still pressed between her legs, sometimes with the tip sliding between her folds and teasing her clit. He couldn't help it. It felt so fucking good and it was not like he was inside her. Though he really wanted to be. Stupid apothecaries without ingredients. How the fuck were they out of stuff this important? Maybe there were other concoctions for it though that Aeyrin just didn't know. He had no doubt that she was too embarrassed to ask for contraceptives outright instead of just listing the ingredients.
Aeyrin let out a lustful groan at his treatment. At the way his cock and fingers both continued to tease her. He felt her clenching around his fingers so tightly. Fuck, he wanted to be inside her so bad. Maybe because he knew that he couldn't. But shit, she was only supposed to take another dose today. It was definitely still in effect. Yeah. That made sense.
Their panting breaths mixed together as they continued to mercilessly tease each other. Until Bishop couldn't take it anymore.
"Risk it?" He breathed into her ear with a low lustful voice. His fingers promptly withdrew from inside her and he began to tease her entrance with his tip once more.
But he got a reaction that he did not expect, for some reason.
Aeyrin grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back almost violently now. There was an outright horrified expression on her face.
"What?! Bishop, no!" She shook her head adamantly.
Fuck, that horror in her eyes caught him entirely off-guard. But more than that, what threw him the most was the fact that he actually was caught-off guard by this. That he actually felt… disappointed by seeing her react this way.
Why? She was being responsible. She was being smart. Why risk it? That was the stupidest thing they could do. She made the right call by pushing him away. Why the fuck would he feel disappointed by that? That made no sense. He didn't want her to get pregnant either… right?
"R-right. Yeah… yeah… that's… that's a bad idea," he nodded. It was. She was right. Every rational thought told him that she was right.
"Well… it is." She stammered a bit. She wasn't sure why he looked so disappointed. This was just about sex, right? It had to be. But they could do other things. He knew that. Was he actually disappointed by her reaction? "Because… everything. The dragons and… things and… we… uuhh…" she had no idea what to say. Did he want her to get pregnant? Surely not. He would have mentioned that, wouldn't he? She had no idea why this all was making her panic. Why she felt like she had to tell him just how bad of an idea it was. At least right now. Maybe in the future too. She had no idea. That was kind of the point. She had no idea how to even feel, what to say. It just freaked her out to hear him be willing to take that risk for no reason. And she couldn't help that reaction.
"Yeah, you're right. Yeah…" Bishop gave her one more curt nod. He still didn't understand why he felt so strange. Maybe it was just the fear on her face that did this to him. But why didn't the idea freak him out just as much as it did her. It fucking should have, right?
"We… we can do other stuff," she gave him a weak smile. That was a good idea right now, wasn't it? They should just distract themselves from this weird moment.
"Yeah. I know," he smirked, though it was less convincing than it usually was. Aeyrin quickly moved her lips to his chest and began to kiss him, digging her nails into his back. But he couldn't really get the thought out of his head now, no matter what.
Why wasn't he freaked out? Seriously. He thought he didn't really care about any of this. Not about having kids and shit like that. He had never wanted it in his life but when he was with Aeyrin, it was more that he felt like if she wanted to, he wouldn't be opposed to that. He was fine with whatever she wanted, as long as he was with her. But seeing her reaction now made him feel so strange. He could clearly see what she wanted. Or did not want, to be more precise. And it actually disappointed him.
Shit. Fuck.
Lydia and Saadia insisted that they needed to talk about this before spending their lives together. Maybe they had a point. And as much as he hated ruining the mood, he couldn't stop obsessing over this anyway. Was her reaction because it would be terrifying and out of the question for her at any point in her life, or just right now?
"Princess, hang on," this time it was him who gently pushed her away, making her stop kissing him and touching him. He ushered her to lay back again as he flipped himself on his side with a deep sigh and continued. "I… I think we need to talk about something."
"Bish, I'm just being careful," she frowned slightly. Did he really want to talk about this? Was that really something he wanted? She couldn't even begin to wrap her head around any of this. "We're in so much trouble all the time and…"
"I know. Just let me talk, please," Bishop moved his hand to her cheek gently, eliciting a slow and a very uncertain nod from her. Fuck, she actually looked so worried even about this. About talking. Why was he getting disappointed by that again? What the fuck was wrong with him?
"I just…" he wasn't even sure what to say. "We're getting married. And… maybe, someday, I don't know, we might want to… settle down somewhere. For more than one night. Or more than a pre-paid room at an inn for a few days."
"Yeah. I would love that," she smiled at him affectionately.
"Good. Me too," he returned her smile. At least this reaction was nothing to worry about. He'd known for a while now that they both wanted a safe haven like this. But there was another issue they weren't really clear on, it seemed. "I just… I know it's really bad timing right now. But… maybe, someday, eventually, have you ever thought about… you know?"
"Have you?" She gave him an uncertain look. Why didn't he ever mention it? How long had he been thinking about this?
"Well… not really," he let out a sigh. "Maybe once… when Zoelyine, Elisie's and Jules's daughter, was born, I… figured it might not be that bad. That… maybe I wouldn't mind… one day." He wasn't sure how else to say it. Not now, the 'risking it' shit was ridiculous and he mostly said it just so that he could get inside her. But one day. It didn't sound too bad, did it?
"I… Bish… I'm twenty-two," Aeyrin gave him a regretful look. She hadn't thought about this. Not really. Only in the 'I have to make sure I don't get pregnant' way.
"Yeah, I know," Bishop scoffed at himself. She was so young. And besides… "You have centuries, I get it," he grumbled. She wasn't the one pushing thirty out of an eighty-year lifespan.
"Bish, stop," she scowled at him disparagingly. This wasn't about having longer to decide than he had. It was just… she didn't really feel very… responsible or maternal. She wasn't ready for any of this. She wasn't even ready to think about this. "I just… haven't thought about it. Are you even surprised? Unless it's all doom and gloom, I don't remember the last time I tried to imagine the future," she sighed. It wasn't really something she did too often.
Bishop gave her a weak smirk, but now she felt like she was making things worse. She just hoped she could get her point across somehow. She really wasn't equipped for this conversation.
"Well… that's not entirely true. I do remember," she gave him a soft affectionate smile as she leaned in for a brief kiss. "I seem to recall this gorgeous underground complex, all lit with these lights everywhere, and that giant orange orb." She definitely thought about their future a lot there. She just never really stopped to think about children. She liked children. But having them, raising them, it was a whole another question.
"Heh. Yeah. That was… memorable," Bishop's lips quirked into a smile. Now it did seem more genuine.
"Bish, it's not a 'no'," she looked at him sincerely. "I just… I'm gonna think about it, alright? For the future. Without assassins and dragons trying to swoop in on us at every corner, alright?"
"Alright," he nodded. That was fair. More than fair. She never thought about this stuff and now he pestered her with questions he himself wasn't sure of the answers to.
"Just give me time, please," she snuggled closer to him. She definitely needed more time to process this at all. "To even start wrapping my head around that idea."
"Sure, that's fair," Bishop squeezed her closer. Because of his niece Zoeya, he had years to actually think about this, and yet he still felt confused as fuck. He hadn't really realized he actually wanted this to be an option until right now, until he saw her panicked reaction. It was only fair to let her deal with this in time too. "Just remember, I don't have nearly as much of that 'time' as you do." He didn't really expect her to take her time on purpose, but she did really have centuries. And he was pretty sure that having kids when he was fifty would be a fucking pain in the ass.
"Stop talking like that already," she punched him in the chest playfully. "You better forget about all this right now and show me what you're still capable of, old man," she giggled.
Well, that was definitely something he could do. They've talked long enough.
Now it was time to forget all this for now and enjoy their night fully.
He leaned down to capture her lips in an insistent kiss promptly. He didn't need to be told twice before his low voice whispered into her ear.
"Oh, I'll show you."
…
After an eventful night they spent a part of the day getting supplies, including the ingredients for the contraceptive Aeyrin knew how to make, even if just for one dose. She would get the tincture she was used to again back in Skyrim, but for now, she just wanted to make sure she had something. A dose of this would last her a whole month. That was plenty of time to buy her stock of the tincture again.
After that, it was finally time to leave Bruma.
Time to go forth.
Bishop and Aeyrin looked at the metal gate ahead again, this time from the other side than they had before.
Beyond lay Skyrim. Their home. It was the last days of Second Seed and they had spent over a month and a half in Cyrodiil. They couldn't help but wonder what they missed, what changed, what could have happened in that span of time. They weren't even sure if the Imperial Courier Service could find them in Cyrodiil since they dispelled any clairvoyance spells before they went. Nobody knew that they left for the southern Province.
But all those questions would be answered soon.
Soon they would find out what awaited them ahead.
Home.