Out of a winding crevice in the natural rock wall, two weary Wood Elves wielding bloodied steel emerged from a haze of shadow to the clarity of noonday light.
In typical circumstances, distinguishing individual characteristics within the pair would be a fruitless endeavor. Padded fur hoods concealed all but the key features of their faces-- prominent pointed chins, gaunt cheekbones, and ebony-coated eyes, which are all to be expected from the stripe of mer originally hailing from Valenwood (or in the case of the first two traits, common in all of elven kind).
On this particular day however, dusky armor failed to hide the two very contrasting spirits swaying each Bosmer adventurer’s demeanor. Faendal took long swaggering strides northeast - towards his hometown of Riverwood - that crunched over the wooded valley’s thin carpet of olive and umber. Trodding more lightly and several paces behind - yet not quite following - Teira hesitantly advanced while wearing a tense frown, making an arc north and northwest to the nearest river bank.
Despite the relatively temperate weather and pleasantly pine-tinged air, Teira sensed he was unwelcome in the northern countryside. War bled the warmth out of Skyrim.
