Start of a New Journey
Sven just finished a roaring rendition of Ragnar the Red and halfway through someone new had entered Riverwood Inn and for a moment his mind flashback towards the last time he saw someone new enter. It was months ago and after she helped him with his affections towards Camilla, he willingly followed her on adventure he never could forget. He had fought a dragon an actual dragon bigger than any beast he had ever seen. And that was the single most amazing thing he had ever done- not learning how to play the lute as he had first thought. But a real life dragon- something he thought was just a myth, something that happens eons ago but he had seen it with his own two eyes and returned to Riverwood to tell his mother and the town that it was true and then he fought just once more- one more here in his very own town. Embry the local drunk in the town had died and it had felt a loss on the whole community and he was back only for two weeks before he started to look else where- he traveled a bit to Whiterun for a few trades and entrainment, preforming at The Drunken Huntsman. He told his mother it was for more coin but truly he couldn't stay in the smallest town in Skyrim anymore- he had to travel- to fight. So he went out by himself for a while but soon he returned to Riverwood and he had been back for a whole week and he was trying to get comfortable but he felt like he was ticking. He didn't notice the people cheering him in the bar and instead he waved down Orgnar and sat close to red head, asking for a Black-Briar Mead and sipping it lightly.
