William
"*Oh...*" 
The Orc took a breath. No potion or spell could fix this. Pulling him off would kill him from the stress alone. 

Nobody dying wants to have someone losing their mind by their side. The bard felt unworthy. He only met this man today. No, not even an hour had past since they met. Yet this Axe-Man left a poignant impression with this whelp. 

What is an hour, when such bravery is timeless?

"*What do you mean...?* It hasn't run out," Shei assured, holding Frogar's head up. From what he's read in plays and tales, the orc knew a gist of the Nord's next residence.

"If only you could see what I see... The front of Shor's hall is reflecting in your eyes. Wildflowers are growing on the mountains. Frogar, your luck has found new meaning. Soon you'll be drinking that mead I promised you, in a warm hall that stretches miles - eating meals so fine, no words would do it justice."

He grabbed one of Frogar's hands, which was clammy and cold.

"...A few moments longer is all I ask, before I help you out of here. Have any loved ones in Skyrim that would find the news of your heroism well-needed? Your weapons will get in the way of your travels, I'm sure your family would be more than happy to keep them safe for you. It's no weight on my shoulders. I'd be honored to help you, after all you've done for me this day."
Freddie
"Heh, my family hated me. My sister wanted me dead... But there is somebody..." He gave a chuckle.

He weakly ripped off his necklace... It was a rusty piece of coin. Though the coin seemed to be of unknown origin. 

"Take this... It's my personal necklace. Give it to a Bosmer... A beautiful one at that. Never thought I would fall for a Bosmer... Nor one with black eyes. But she grew on me... She's rather short. Messy short hair... Her name is Isha." 

He began to cough, his voice grew weaker. His eyes grew heavy...

"If you ever find her... Or if she finds you... Give this to her... Tell her I'm sorry for breaking my promise... ×coughs×. She'll be thnakful... Don't tell her where I died... Don't want her to see me like this. Same goes for you. Take that bear head... I have some rope in my bag... Leave me here. I want to be a skeleton that tells a story to those who venture into this cave... Hahaha..." He gave a smile and patted the Orc on the shoulder.


"Y-you're a good warrior... You..." Before he could finish his words. The life left his eyes and he went limp. His eyes were open, yet a smile on his face.
Cheryl
With that... Frogar met the warm hands of his father. Who guided him towards his true home... Shei for now was given a personal quest. Should he chose to complete it. But the bear was his original goal.
William
"I will do it. It might take a handful of moons, with my luck, but it *Will* Be done, Frogar. I will figure out how to find your Isha."

The life once inside had now left Frogar's body. Shei couldn't help but cry - tears were the only way he knew how to cope with harsh realities.

The Orc didn't want any pest to eat the Nord's eyes. He gently closed them, finding a moss-covered rock to keep his head level. 

He rummaged around Frogar's bag for the rope, finding his empty potion bottles. Shei lined them up them neatly by the late warrior, as well as his own bundle of lavender from his smoking satchel. 
"I'll only use these for a moment, Frogar," Shei sniffed, grabbing the hero's axes, turning his attention to the slain bear. 

After a few hours, Shei staggered out of the cave, carrying Frogar's bag, the beast's hide - rolled up with the rope, and the axe he came there with on his back. The Nord wanted his story to be seen, and the orc deemed it fitting his axes stayed with him. 

Around his neck was Frogar's coin necklace - only to be worn for assurance that he brought it back home without it falling out of a bag or satchel. Shei didn't have any free hands once he stepped out, as he was too busy carrying the head of the monsterous bear. 

Turning to the entrance one last time, he rasped out one more shout;

"*By the Nine*, you'll never be forgotten!"

It was dark out, now. But the moons were bright, and weirdly, he felt in his heart he'd be guided safely to Ivarstead. There, he reckoned he could get help with his wounds. As he weakly trekked, Shei wondered how much it would cost to make a headdress from the bear once he returned to Whiterun.
Cheryl
So ends the tale of Frogar...

A warrior who wanted nothing more but to die fighting for something. In the end his luck ran out... Now all that remains is for a certain Mer to be told the fate of her very close friend.

Rest in peace, Frogar Axe-Man.

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