gh0st-of-Ronin

Lydia sat on a well-worn bench on the porch of Jorrvaskr, watching the children with some astonishment. Lars Battle-Born was going through sword paces in the yard beyond them. He wasn't terrific, but he wasn't as terrible as she would have assumed, either. This was apparently all due to the patient coaching of Runa, and now Kodlak, both of whom were watching him with assessing eyes. That little snot Braith was watching as well, chin resting on her hands and with her mouth thankfully shut. It all made Lydia wonder if she were becoming a bit Sheo-touched. "So he just…left?" Vilkas asked her, glancing over from where he sat next to Lucia, who...