Another 60000 septims just for a dead mans cut off hand. Normally Seryn would have been more reluctant to accept a job like this, too easy for the amount payed, but he was looking at the proof that the collector was indeed true to his word. The bags were the size of a small child each and even though the questionable honour of meeting the man, who had delivered his payment, left him somewhat unsettled, Seryn was willing to look past this minor inconvenience, especially if it payed so well. Now however he had to concentrate on the next step.
 
Bleak Falls Barrow, Seryn had seen the place from afar before. The easiest way to get there would be through Riverwood, a small village north from Helgen. Its name serving as a great example for the creativity of the people living there. Looking up to the sky, he realized Jaza was right, they should get moving. He made a growling sound and nodded his head towards the road down to Riverwood. Realizing his companions expected some sort of introduction he decided to open his mouth after all.

[color=ad0000]"Seryn"[/color], his voice sounded rough and unfamiliar. How long had it been since the last time he had spoken his name out loud? Maybe a few months, a year even? He couldn't remember - it didn't matter anyway. He repeated the gesture towards the road.