After the battle at the redoubt, Sevine received two stitches where the arrow had pierced her breast. It wasn’t shortly thereafter that she was up and walking around camp. To her delight, Edith survived the battle unscathed, and as she later divulged in a fantastical tale, her group encountered some strange monster bear. One of the Dunmer in the camp, a much older fellow than the rest of them, named Sadri, saved them all by cutting the bear open under its armpit. If she spotted the man in later days, she would have to congratulate him on his efforts. However, there was not much time to do so, as the following day from the battle, their mercenary group dispatched themselves and headed to Rorikstead.

	The ride to Rorikstead was a familiar, and rather pleasant one for Sevine, as she much enjoyed the scenery through this part of Skyrim. The rising, mountainous hills fell away with the lack of the pine trees that blanketed the hillsides, and turned into an open plain. There, along with the rest of the mercenaries, they made camp for the night. She noted the large group of other soldiers that occupied the fields around the hamlet, and wondered who commanded them. Were they apart of Thur’s forces? Or were they a group of sellswords like hers? Sevine never digressed the situation as she pitched her tent, and downed a bottle of Nord Mead, before climbing into her bedroll where she extended the offer to Roze, to share her tent with her again. She drifted off into a deep, exhaustive sleep, and never woke again to see if the petite woman joined her.
	Over the next few days, the company of mercenaries made their way to Eastmarch, a place in Skyrim that Sevine remembered from her years spent with the Stormcloak’s. She knew that the group headed for Windhelm to seek more men and women to join their ranks, and couldn’t help but to wonder what happened to her old friend, Leif. She hadn’t seen the man in well over three years now, and she couldn’t help but to wonder if he still lived in Windhelm, the least she could do is pay him a visit.  On the 3rd day of Sun’s Height, sometime in the late afternoon, did the stone bridge to Windhelm appear before them. Sevine’s heart leapt with joy at the sight of the ancient city, and dismounted to leave her horse behind at the Windhelm Stables. She then continued on foot into the city. Soon, she came to realize that the company was to stay in the docks, in a frigid room, with four barrels of dried food, and hay to sleep on. The huntress would have braved the chill, and made do with what was given to them, but Edith kindly offered to share her room with her that she rented from the inn at Candlehearth Hall. Sevine reluctantly accepted the offer, but informed her friend that she would join her later as she had to look for a friend.

	Disappearing into the back alleys of Windhelm, Sevine cut through the Grey Quarter, and into the Stone Quarter, where she spent the rest of her evening searching for her old companion. Everyone she spoke to told her where Leif resided, yet when she knocked upon the solid, oak door of Raven-Stone House, no one answered. Sighing in annoyance, Sevine continued the search for her friend well after dusk. With no luck still, Sevine headed for Candlehearth Hall, ready to call it a night. As she entered the inn, the chill of evening air evaporated from the warmth of the hearth fires. Sevine spotted Ashav seated at a table, who appeared to be signing on more recruits. She noted a peculiar woman, who caused quite a fuss about knocking a man to the ground with a deft punch to the jaw, whom she firmly planted her boot upon his chest. Sevine cracked a grin, hell, if that woman was to join their ranks, she would make a damned good fighter, that she knew.

“Well look at who we have here!” Boomed a deep, husky voice.

	Sevine turned around to see Leif leaning against the door frame. She rushed him, and wrapped him tightly in her arms, clapping her hand across his back.

“Leif! You wily, little devil, you!” Chuckled she as released him from her tight embrace. Leif was a tall man, standing mere inches above Sevine herself, his long, sandy-blonde hair was pulled back from his face with braids at his temples that were held back in a bronze clasp. The rest of his hair was left loose, and spilled down his back in soft waves. He still had his goatee, still braided, and still adorned with shiny beads.

“Sevine, I never thought I’d see your face again.” He said as he looked deep into her eyes.

“Oh shut up you fool.” Sevine cracked a grin and pushed him hard with her hand.

“Let’s grab a bottle of mead, this one is on me.” Leif said as he guided her to a table in the back corner. Sevine let herself be guided, and took a seat. Sure enough, a tavern-girl swung by their table and took their drink orders before disappearing again.
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“So you mean to tell me, that this whole time, you’ve been wandering around the Reach, hacking Forsworn to pieces?” Leif sounded astonished that his former war mate had continued seeking blood even after the war had long since passed.

“Not this [i]whole time[/i], just recently actually. In fact, if you’re looking for work, we’re looking to take on some more people for whatever this next job is.” She said with a shrug as she raised her mug to her lips and drank heavily. Setting the mug down again, this time empty, Sevine gave her old friend a long, hard stare.

“Woo any women as of late?” She asked with a twisted grin.

“Oh certainly. I’ve yet to meet my love. I think I did meet her actually, a long time ago.”

“Really? Who might that be?” 

“Why, that was you my sweet Sevine.” Leif reached out to touch her cheek when Sevine snatched his hand away, rose up from her seat, and pinned his arm behind his own back, all in one swift motion.

“Ow! Ow! Ok! You can let me go!”

“You never seem to learn do you, Leif?” Sevine pushed his face down into his bowl of beef stew before returning to her seat laughing all the while. He sputtered for air, and lifted his head up from the bowl, and wiped what vegetables he could from his goatee and beard. The nord man could only laugh in return, she had done that to him before countless times.