I needed to honour my promise to Solitude but looking at the sheer distance I had to go made my back spasm involuntary just at the thought of the ride. They seemed to cement in my mind the next course of action, on waking, the prevalent image that burned on my mind was a cave entrance shrouded in tree and snow. The flash of blue tingling down my very nerves still. Images of sails, seabirds, fog and blood. My dreams of late have come to reinforce the actions of the previous days. I didn’t care that I was in the heart of Stormcloak territory, I just wanted to eat and sleep. I barely made it back to the Inn in the centre of Windhelm. My elation at securing the boat coupled with my activities back on the Folly had drained me.
