Song of the Reborn, Vol 1
Chapter 19: The Dead Man's Drink
“Let’s change the subject,” Jaime said again. “I was thinking that after we find the dragons, we should come back to Falkreath.”
“Not Whiterun?” Rhaenyra asked.
“I mean, eventually, but remember I told you about my altmer friend who might be able to help identify the magic that brought you to Skyrim?” Jaime asked. “His name is Faelarion, and he lives here in Falkreath Hold.”
“If we weren’t in such a time crunch to find Syrax and Silverwing, I’d suggest that we go and find him now,” Jaime said. “Luckily, he doesn’t move around a lot, so he’ll still be here once we’re done tracking the dragons.”
“Very well,” Rhaenyra said, appreciation flooding through her as she looked at Jaime. “Jaime—”
“Excuse me!” A cheerful voice cut off Rhaenyra. She scowled as she turned to see a man approaching their table. “I don't normally do this, but I have been sitting behind you both this whole time, and I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, my name—”
“You’ve been eavesdropping on us?” Rhaenyra snapped.
Rhaenyra’s outright anger took the man aback, causing him to balk in the face of it. He was quiet for a moment, trying to think of the best way to salvage his introduction. Jaime winced in sympathy while Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes at the man in front of them.
If she had to guess, he was shorter than her. Golden hair brushed just past his ears, and a short, stubbled beard shadowed his jaw. He wore fine green robes, a thick fur shawl draped across his shoulders.
His pale blue eyes darted nervously between Jaime and Rhaenyra before he cleared his throat again. “Let me start over again. My name is Lucien Flavius. I’m a scientist, philosopher, amateur wizard, and something of a musician, though I suppose that’s more of a hobby.”
“Oh really?” Jaime asked, her tone filled with genuine interest.
“What instrument do you play?”
“What do you want?” Rhaenyra snapped.
Lucien blushed, “Right. Well, it’s just when I overheard what you had said…I mean, it sounded rather amazing! Not only are you two planning on tracking down the dragons who flew over the city the other day, but you're going to meet thee Faelarion the Great!”
Lucien turned to Jaime now, “And you—”
“And me,” Jaime said sheepishly.
“Jaime Broken-Blade, I’ve wanted to meet you since coming to this part of Skyrim! All the locals have told me that you’d be perfect for my proposition.”
“What proposition?” Rhaenyra snapped.
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