Aw, Andy.... I'm sorry for Ake having to kill the giants. I don't ever kill them myself - unless it's on a toon I want Heljarchen for.... and I only have one of those right now. I won't like it when I get that far with her.... (and yeah, that wasn't long really....)
Verinne:
Back into Ustengrav.... I left Black staked in a different patch of edibles, with water close enough. Fortunately, he wasn't - so far.... - the quintessential idiot horse: he managed to keep himself unentangled.... more like a mule, though I wasn't ABOUT to even think that anywhere close to him!
Seriously, I really REALLY hate these damn barrows. They smell like.... grave dirt and ancient bone-dust. Which would be fine if the DAMNED bones didn't just happen to be mobile.... I had to poke myself sharply to remind me that I was here on my own, having decided that I should just DO this and get it over with. After that.... well, those dried up old men could go fly kites for all I cared.
So first I had to kill the other necromancers inside. Not a big deal - they were.... inept.... I guess you could say. And after that, there was a whole damn barrow's worth of draugr and walking bonepiles. None of them gave me much trouble. There was a word wall down in the bottom. I ignored the call in my mind and my blood - I do NOT WANT THAT. There was something niggling in the back of my mind as I turned away from it without getting close enough for it to svck me in - something that was.... angry and disappointed? Or worse. I wasn't going to find out. Let it nitter in its own dark, and leave mine alone.
The puzzle-door system was simplistic - obviously the Greybeards had taught me the Whirlwind Shout just for this one thing. And past that, there was really nothing left. Including the horn I'd been sent after. Instead there was a note from someone purporting to be "A Friend". Someone who had got through the barrow without killing much, who had managed to get past the puzzle.... did that someone also know that shout? Interesting. This person wanted me to go to the inn in Riverwood to meet up - and I was NOT minded to do that. I wended my way out of Ustengrav, spent the night in the same sketch-camp as the night before, then saddled Black after the usual and headed into Morthal.
I was too early to talk to Idgrod, who'd had a bad night Aslfur said. I told him I'd cleared out Ustengrav, and needed to head back to talk to the Greybeards, but to expect me before much longer - and then we would talk business. He smiled warmly. "It's good that you will come here, make a home and a life. We have so little of the young, the lively - our children, yes.... but no one your age. And that's a puzzle. What if you wish to marry?"
Once again I goggled at him. Finally composing myself, I laughed a bit. "Cousin, the LAST thing I want any time soon is a husband. One of these days, I'll tell you and Idgrod why...." I gave him a little hug, which seemed to surprise him more than anything, and headed out the door. Mounting Black, I muttered again malevolently about no carriage; sighing, I set off for Solitude this time - somewhere guaranteed to have a carriage....