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No beta, we die like Kodlak Whitemane.
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You had been living in Whiterun for a few days when you met Jesper for the first time. Having settled into your meager lodgings in the Battle-Born Clan’s home, you’d decided to explore the main market. You didn’t have much money after moving half-way across Skyrim for your apprenticeship, but Eorlund was one of few blacksmiths willing to take on a female apprentice so it would be worth it. Though, all you’d done so far was sharpen swords for a few of the Companions.
Making your way down from the Cloud District, it was difficult to ignore the hulking figure of the living legend. From what Eorlund said, it was only a matter of time until you met the mysterious Dragonborn, but you didn’t expect it to be this soon. He looked to be waiting in line for a sweetroll at a small stand run by a town guard before you saw his mouth open, and a wave of sound and force came out.
Sweetrolls went flying, and the guard was thrown backwards as well. The full table of pies and other baked goods flipped up into the air before making a mess of the square upon gravity pulling them back down to the earth. Just at that moment, the sky chose to let loose its own torrent, sending the rest of the visitors and stall owners alike rushing to pack up and head indoors. You were able to make your way over to the poor guard caught in the Voice as he got to his feet.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, though I can’t say my goods can say the same.”
You could hear the wince on his face in his voice, which surprisingly lacked the standard Nord accent most of the guards had. He sounded so defeated as well.
“I was planning on buying a little treat for myself as a reward for completing the first step of my apprenticeship, but since the rain has put a damper on things, would you like to get a drink with me instead?”
“Really?” The hope in his voice only made you more certain of your decision. He obviously could use a friend, and so could you if you were honest with yourself. Eorlund was a good teacher, but you needed to expand your circle beyond the Battle-Born Clan.
“Absolutely”
The rest, as they say, is history.