The old Dunmer kept to himself as he waded through the wildlife of Skyrim alongside the group leader, the woman who had gifted him his nice coat of mail. It was somewhat hard to tuck his hair and single ear into the mail coif, and the fitting had forced him to wrap a sash around the coat to make it a tighter fit (it was obvious this thing was made for a man, one with a larger body), but it was extra protection, and Sadri had worn much worse things – he did not complain. He had worn a green coat made of broadcloth on top of the armor to hide its gleaming underneath light and act as rudimentary camouflage in the greenery, but so far, the route Edith picked had nobody to hide from. Which was good – Sadri was never much of a mer for sneaking. Last time he had tried, he had lost an arm and almost his face.

The flankers were silent in their approach, but Sadri could hear the insults of Dumhvuud even with his single ear, albeit muffled by his cloth hood, coif, and helmet. From the looks of the others, they could too – he wondered if he was the only one who hoped that he’d get a stray arrow to the windpipe and die slowly. He didn’t want to have to mistake him for a Forsworn in battle – that could lead to bad blood between him and Ashav. 

Eventually, the group leader stopped in front of a stream of water. Since this was Skyrim, he expected the water to be colder than a witch’s tit – and watching Edith’s face after she dipped her hand in the water proved that Sadri’s assumption was true. If he kept the brim of his boots over the water, chances were that he could pass this stream without coming into contact with water. He would hate to be cold. Except his face, since his head was heated to a degree that Sadri had to fight a slight urge to dip his head into the water (this always happened when he felt that something dangerous was close). Thankfully, the route that Edith chose wasn’t very deep, and Sadri, through careful management of his speed, waded through the stream without getting his clothes soaked. 

Back on flat ground, Sadri followed Edith, sneakily as his skills would allow – and came to a halt about half a second after the woman warned them. From his position, he couldn’t see what Edith saw. But he would hate to look incapable, or worse, disobedient. A second after, though, the woman warned them, and pointed at a group of archers speedily huddling their way through the greenery. ‘’Well, you lead the way, boss,’’ he whispered as he hunched forwards to make a smaller profile.