Henry smiled and was about to say something but then a thought crossed his mind that he shouldn't, so he just nodded, more to himself than anyone else. Deep inside, Henry knew he was not a fighter, yet he was not even a bit afraid of what's to come. On the contrary, he was intrigued. The bard was about to see Daedra from up close and even fight them. Henry could not say that was his dream, but definitely something he wanted to experience. One could call him naive for thinking all these things, he knew, but people called him naive for far less convincing reasons and the bard just got used to not to pay attention to that. The thing that those people called "naivety" is what got him out of most terrible situations the bard got himself into his entire life. While those same non-naive people where consumed by life for one reason or another.

Henry suddenly woke up from the deep thoughts he got himself into and nodded once again, this time livelier. He continued onward, following the Hero of Kvatch, while whistling a catchy rhythm song he knew about a knight who wanted to become a Daedric lord.