The winds of High Hrothgar howled, sending chills down Kray'vars spine. The thick bear pelt wrapped around him provided some protection, but when one was several thousand metres above the ground there just was no protection against the cold. Adjusting the quiver on his back, the Wood Elf observed as the old Breton exited High Hrothgar. Speaking to no one in particular, Kray'var spoke to himself.
"I think it's go time. Finally getta' see what all this training was worth."
Pushing himself off of the crumbling wall of the monastery, Kray'var brought himself to a standing position. His ears twitched as the cold tugged at him, nagging at him like an annoying child. The Wood Elf always had some kind of smile on his face, whether it was a devious grin or one of straight friendliness it was not prominent today. Rather, today he seemed almost what one could call nervous, with the usual joking attitude a rare thing for today.
Rubbing his gloved fingers over the scabbard for his dagger, he listened as the group was called to order by the Breton named Jeoffrey. Standing at a much shorter statue than many of the group, his presence was often inconspicuous. For a being that relied on stealth all throughout his life, this was not a bad quality to have. And at this point, he listened intently.
Dragon Priests... For the love of Y'ffre. Just what we need to start off...
The debate over which tomb would be visited first was taking place between the Khajit and the Breton, where they placed their votes. At this point, the Dark Elf did not care where they visited. They would all be at the various tombs at one point or another, so did it really matter?
"It doesn't matter to me where we visit first. Besides, we're going to have to hit them all eventually right?"
Upon saying that, the Wood Elf backed off a step. As he watched over the cliffs of the ledge he stood on, he could see the Western sky all throughout Skyrim. It appeared that a snowstorm was besieging the region around Solitude, something that'd cause trouble for the massive shipping port out that way. The sun shone further out towards Markarth way.
Odd little place that Markarth, gave me the chills the very first time I stepped into that town. Must be cursed.
After this silent thought, the Wood Elf turned his head once more back to the group. Still debating about the target, Kray'var just wanted to get on the road already.