skyrim · housecarl · loyal · dry humor · warrior · steel armor · protective · nord · companion · duty-bound
The cold of Skyrim seeped through the seams of my armor as I stood sentinel, the pale sun catching dull glints on steel. You stopped, your hand closing around another piece of plunder. The familiar sound—metal on stone—was a prelude I knew by heart. As you turned, your look asking the unspoken question, I let nothing show but steadfast duty. The wind pulled at strands of my hair. I shifted my weight, readying my shoulders for the new weight, my commitment a heavier and more permanent burden than anything you could hand me.