Hraldir arrived at the inn, where Cassian was with an old man who had just woken up.
"Old Taren!"
The old man opened his sleepy eyes, but the drowsiness vanished instantly when he saw the unconscious boy.
"Let me see him."
He approached and examined him, noticing he had a fever.
Placing his hand on Lun's forehead, a light emanated from his palm, and soon the boy's body began to glow.
After withdrawing his hand, the fever had disappeared.
"He should be fine now. I'd like a bottle of liquor."
"Thank you, old man."
The old man looked at Lun with some curiosity but decided to let it slide.
"Wilhelm, can you give us a room? It'll just be for a while."
"All right. There's a room available."
Hraldir placed Lun on the bed so he could rest.
"What happened to him?"
Taren entered the room, carrying a bottle of alcohol.
"I'm not sure. He just collapsed while we were walking through the village."
"It's best he stays here until he wakes up. If he had any injuries, I've already healed them, so don't worry too much."
"Thank you, Old Taren. I'm glad you're still around."
Taren left the room, drinking his liquor, but lingered near the door, staring at it.
'Interesting.'
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[Lun's Pov]
I felt a bit strange, as though I was swimming in an immense lake. I bumped into something, which caused me to open my eyes. I saw a sky full of stars, shining with a peculiar glow, almost as if they were close enough to touch.
I blinked, and the starry sky disappeared, replaced by the ceiling of a house.
"Where am I?"
I sat up and saw I was in a small room with a wardrobe beside me.
"This is…"
A bed, a small table with a chair, and a wardrobe—all inside a tiny room.
"…an inn."
"It seems you've finally woken up, boy."
I turned to the voice and saw an old, bald man in a long purple robe, drinking from a bottle of liquor.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Taren. The one who healed you."
'Taren? That name doesn't ring a bell from Skyrim.'
I tried to remember, but couldn't recall anything.
Maybe he's part of one of the mods I installed before all this happened—or perhaps part of the Creation Club content that came with the Skyrim: Anniversary Edition.
"Thank you for healing me. Do you know what happened to me?"
"I don't. You were just brought in unconscious and with a fever by the guard."
"The guard? Hraldir?"
"That's right. He had to leave and left me to look after you."
I noticed several empty bottles around.
'Of course.'
I felt my heart beating and remembered that strange voice again.
'My heart has to adapt to my body? What was that voice talking about?'
I touched my chest where my heart was and felt it beating normally.
"I've never seen a race like yours before."
"Excuse me?"
"I've seen many races—Argonians, Dunmer, Nords, Altmer, Bosmer, and many more—but never someone like you."
I tried to ignore his gaze because it gave me an odd feeling, as if the old man was somewhat dangerous.
"What race could you be? An Argonian? No, that's not possible. I don't think the Hist would create something like you. An experiment, perhaps?"
The old man rambled while looking at me again. For a moment, I saw him tremble, causing him to drop his bottle of liquor.
"Are you okay?"
"Y-Yes. I need to leave."
He rushed out of the room, leaving the bottle on the floor.
'What's gotten into him?'
I looked at my hand, which felt a little different.
'Could it be…?'
I grabbed one of the empty bottles and squeezed it slightly, causing it to shatter easily.
"Huh?"
At that moment, a man in tavern attire entered. He looked familiar but had some changes.
'If I'm in Ivarstead, this must be Wilhelm.'
"That old man left his bottles here again. Be careful not to hurt yourself."
"All right."
I looked at my hand with shards of glass in it, but they hadn't caused any harm.
'What's happening to me?'
"Hey, you should step out of this room. I need to clean up these bottles. Be careful with the shards."
"Okay."
I left the room as Wilhelm suggested, and the first thing I noticed was the absence of music.
'Where's the bard?'
I didn't see the female bard who was usually in the inn until I remembered she lived in Riften before fleeing due to Maven Black-Briar's son.
'I guess it's just Wilhelm here.'
I wondered when the events would take place, but since the game didn't provide exact dates, I was left guessing. I knew what would happen but not when, which was almost like knowing nothing.
I approached the inn's fire, which was starting to die out.
I used flames to keep it burning, as a small token of gratitude for letting me sleep in a bed.
"Are you a mage?"
Wilhelm emerged from the room with the broken bottles wrapped in cloth.
"I only know the basics. I wouldn't consider myself a mage."
"Well, it's best to leave it at that. Mages only care about themselves and are a danger."
'Isn't that just about everyone in Skyrim? Or maybe it's because they're just NPCs in the game?'
"Here, take this. Hraldir paid for a soup for you."
I approached the counter, where there was a red soup with some vegetables.
'Is this tomato soup?'
I tasted it, and it was quite good. It reminded me of the tomato sauce used for pasta but was slightly saltier, which didn't bother me.
"This is delicious. Thank you."
"I'm glad you like it. Once you're done eating, you can either stay inside or head out."
After finishing the soup, I went to the door.
'I never thought I'd eat from a wooden bowl with a wooden spoon. It's funny how the flavor didn't diminish—if anything, it seemed better. Maybe it's because the ingredients are more natural than those in my world?'
When I stepped outside, the sun was still high in the sky.
"I slept for two hours."
Something struck me when I realized two hours had passed.
'How do I know it's been two hours?'
Once again, I noticed that strange sensation.
"Time?"
I saw what seemed like letters.
'It's one-thirty. Why can I see the time?'
I tried to make sense of it but couldn't understand.
'Could this be some kind of system? No, I don't think so. It feels a bit odd.'
Half-Dragon—I'm sure that's my race based on my features. But what's going on with this strength? None of the abilities mentioned extra strength or resistance to cuts.
'Did the mod update itself because of Vortex?'
I still couldn't figure out what was happening.
'I wish Skyrim had the same system so I could check my abilities, magic, and skill trees.'
I looked around the village, which was much larger. There were no walls as usual, but there were more houses, meaning more people.
A bit farther away, I saw the barrow near the village, but it looked much larger.
'What else has grown? The dragons? The spiders?'
The thought of even bigger spiders sent a shiver down my spine.
"I hope they haven't gotten any bigger."