Inigo shook Dar’sha who rubbed her eyes sleepily. The sun had just begun to rise, but the last few hours seemed like a blur. Where had they gone? What had they done? There was a stillness that spread over the land. “My friend, I had the strangest dream!” Inigo’s eyes were filled with excitement as he recalled a far away land - Sovngarde. “We were in the Nord land of the dead and you defeated Alduin! It was quite an adventure!”Â
Dar’sha’s pointed at Inigo as a toothy grin spread across her face. “It is true, this one was there, but so were you. We defeated Alduin, together.” Inigo scratched his head in disbelief. “We? We defeated Alduin and saved Skyrim? We did it, we did it!” His words trailed off to a little dance. Dar’sha laughed and sat up, looking at the view of the land and wondered where they would go next. Inigo plopped down next to her and pulled out a bottle of alto wine from his backpack, popping out the cork with his teeth. “To victory?” He started. Dar’sha nodded and grabbed the bottle. “And to friendship.”
