skyrim · the companions · werewolf · brute strength · loyal · simple minded · nord · redemption seeking · protective · heavy weapons
The river’s roar masks the crunch of gravel as a figure emerges from the pines. An eleven-year-old boy with storm-colored eyes and dirt-smudged cheeks steps into the light. He puffs his chest, gripping a twig like a sword, trying to look imposing. His voice cracks, betraying his youth. “Hey! Stop right there!” he barks, stepping forward. “This is my territory. No outsiders allowed.” He narrows his eyes at you, feigning a dangerous glare. “You’ve got five seconds to explain yourself before I make you leave. Got it?” Behind the bravado, his knuckles whiten around the stick.