<strong>Blind-Eye<br/>Trygg's Inn<br/>Counter</strong><em>with Rold, Shadow and Alise</em><br/><br/>Blind-Eye sat like a gargoyle perched on a pedestal, unmoving except for the mechanical emptying of every new flagon put in front of him. He didn't even flinch as Shadow sat down next to him, her soft almost whisper of a voice ringing through his heavy mind. It triggered memories from a distant past, of the many times spent out on the courtyard of Sky Haven, looking up at the distant stars. But also of all the fights that erupted after the murder of Paarthurnax. Because that is what it was. He could remember the cry from the ancient dragon to this day. He had been smiling when the Dragonborn arrived to High Hrothgar. Blind-Eye had been living with the strange monks for almost a half year when it happened. He had never been sober for that long since he was a hatchling. But the Dragonborn had barely spoken to him or any of the Greybeards, just continued past them up to the Throat of the World. As he gathered with the others in the snowy yard, they heard it. A terrible sound, almost driving the Greybeards mad in grief. It had cut a huge chunk of the argonians heart out as well, but not nearly as much as with the Greybeards. He stayed with them for a while longer before he returned to Sky Haven. Speaking of which, he could feel the large Nord coming long before he smelled him. No one displaced floorboards quite like Rold Ironwing did. He kept quite for a while before he turned on the stool and looked at the small blonde.<br/><br/>"Alise. Come here. I have something for you that was... that was meant for Isaac."<br/><br/>Whatever fate had befallen the former Blade, he didn't deserve it. Isaac was as noble and stout as they came, a true knight above himself and Rold for example, who spent as much time drinking and fighting with each other as they did Dragons. Isaac took the brunt of it all. He sacrificed so much for the ideals of the Blades. The first time Blind-Eye met him after leaving he was shocked. He had been maimed and crippled horribly during the last battle, defending the Dragonborn and the Blades. He was a wreck of a man, more interested in drink thatn he ever was before. At least the old argonian had been able to help him with that. Alise had only been about three when she first came up to him and said: "Blind-Drunk, show me how to punch." Isaac had laughed so hard he fell of his chair and Blind-Eye couldn't help join him.<br/><br/>He rummaged through his pockets and finally pulled out a golden coin and held it up to Alise' eyes. It was polished clean, bearing the Imperial crest on one side with a rather young looking Emperor on it. The other side was engraved with an image of a Blade.<br/><br/>"It's a commemorative coin of when the Blades solved the murder of Emperor Uriel Septim VII and found his hier, Martin Septim. Only one was minted before Martin died... it's the last coin the Empire minted in honor of the Blades. I found it in a ruin in Black March for some reason... thought Isaac would like it."<br/><br/>He handed the coin to the girl and managed a smile.