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Sorren nodded, albeit rather apprehensively. He was still a little unsure about all this, but the prospect of finding the Dragon's Crown was all too enticing to pass up. "Very well," the elf agreed, "I'll gather some supplies and meet you there," he informed Sparhawk, glancing over at Mira, who had just turned and marched away, proudly carrying her newfound pet. Half of him wondered if he should follow her, but he quickly decided against it. She had gotten him in enough trouble for one day. With a sigh and shake of his head, the tall mage turned and shouldered past the other guards in search of a trader. He was relieved to once again have his freedom and finally be out of immediate danger. While durable, he was more of a quiet sort who liked to have his peace rather than all this running around willy nilly stealing rodents and bargaining with the law to keep himself out of prison. He wasn't sure exactly what he was getting himself into, but his interest had been piqued, and his sense of adventure would not allow him to pass up this golden opportunity to gain knowledge of this fabled artifact. 

Eilonwy trailed after her tall companion, trying to focus on her hunger rather than the warm feeling of raw power like hot ashes still simmering in her chest. While Nil spoke with the Bosmer, she let her eyes wander the marketplace, her gaze landing on an inn, the Bannered Mare. There would definitely be something to eat there, plus she would need to rent a room anyway. Her first day in Whiterun had been extremely eventful, and she was exhausted. She made her way up the steps to the front door, pausing to look over her shoulder at the half-mer, who had finished his transaction and seemed to be looking for her. She waved to get his attention and beckoned for him to follow her before pushing her way inside out of the crisp air. They would probably let him prepare his venison in the kitchen, at least, if she had anything to say about it. She didn't really want to be a Thane, she wasn't even sure what that entailed, but if she could use that title to pull some strings for her friend, well, what else could she use it for?  

She stood in the doorway for a moment to survey the scene briefly before walking over to the counter where a nord woman smiled at her warmly. "And what can I do for you, young lady?" she asked and paused wiping down the counter with the tattered rag in her right hand. Elle offered her a weary smile in return and said, "I'll start with a hot meal, whatever's cheapest."  The woman nodded, "Of course, have a seat anywhere and I'll have it right out to you." 

The young Breton nodded gratefully before retiring to an empty table, plopping down in one of the chairs with a sight a planting her elbows on the wooden surface, resting her face in her hands and closing her eyes for a moment. She was exhausted and sore from the hectic events of the past few days, especially their encounter from this afternoon, and she was  half hoping she would wake up and it would all be a dream. But this was far too real for that. She was Dragonborn, and now she had to discover what that really meant and what she was supposed to do with that title, that power, what she was supposed to be. She was also trying to figure out how Nil fit into all this, if he even wanted to continue to be a part of it. They had developed a friendship in the short time they had known each other, but she didn't think that bond was near strong enough to keep him around, not after something like this. 

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