<strong>Eariyn Nightshadow</strong><br/><strong>Northwest of Helgen</strong><br/><strong>Blind-Eye's Caravan</strong><br/><br/>Having been paired to bunk with Rold again brought some good memories back to Shadow. The nights were long for Shadow, always have been. She mainly laid watching the stars, and when Rold would stumble up to the wagon and end up climbing on it with laying with a loud thud before passing out Shadow couldn't help but smirk mildly under her mask. During the day time Shadow tended to walk off the road ten feet in the woods, she'd always tended to avoid being around people. It was easier for her that way, that and she could spot potential dangers, prepare for them, and take care of them without the caravan even noticing.<br/><br/>This morning Shadow decided to walk next to Rold and the wagon their wagon. Shadow had Nocturnal's Kiss unsheathed in her hand, she been examining the  the katana-like blade that this unique Nightingale blade had. Seeing no real problems with it she flipped the sword around so the tip pointed tot he ground and kissed the end of the hilt before sliding it back into it's scabbard.<br/><br/>Seeing the massive lizard stumble around in need of mead made Shadow shake her head slightly before sighing and muttering. "Just like in the<br/>good ol' days'." She smiled mildly as Rold ducked behind the wagon and went around the wagon and up next to the staggered Blind-Eye and joked with the old friend. Shadow watched them sadly knowing one day they, like Baurus, Jauffre, the Dovahkiin and all the others. She pulled her mask down from her face and stared at the ground before she looked at the beautiful sky before sighing and going through her pack on the cart and withdrawing a black lute, after tuning it a moment she inhaled and begins to sing in an angelic voice.<br/><br/>"Our hero, our hero claims a warrior's heart. I tell you, I tell you the Dragonborn comes. With a voice wielding power of the ancient nord arts. Believe, believe the Dragonborn comes. Its an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes. Beware, beware the Dragonborn comes. For the Darkness has passed and the legend yet grows. You'll know, you'll know the Dragonborn comes. Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok zin los vakriin. Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal! Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan, Dovahkiin fah hin kogaan mu draal." She exhales a moment then pulls her hood more over her reddening face.