It was incredible. Actual, real warmth from the sun. Having stayed in Winterhold so long, Burns had almost forgotten what this felt like. He had spent the afternoon happily napping on a stone, looking more like a desert lizard than a marsh-walker. But his nap was cut short by the bleating of Goatfrey. The large goat had some sort of red fruit in its mouth, looking rather upset. Burns sighed and rolled over, careful to avoid his armor- which had been sitting in the sun all during his nap. He took the fruit and looked it over, feeling the needles... well, try to pierce his scaly hide. He shook his head.

"Goatfrey, what have I told you about eating strange plants? Don't you remember what happened with those mushrooms?"

"Blaaaaahaaaaaah."

"Honestly..." The Argonian grumbled, looking at his armor and sighing. He really needed to learn a Resist Fire spell. Hist knew that he flung it enough that there had been... incidents. Anyway, he was supposed to do... something or other. It'd probably come back to him in time. For now, though, he enjoyed the warm stone against his back and the companionship of a goat with cactus needles caught in his beard.