Elle had a feeling that what awaited them tomorrow would be more than interesting. Terrifying is the word she would use. It seemed the Greybeards were a peaceful sort, but maybe they were threatened by her existence and sought to destroy or capture her. Or she could just be paranoid and they just wanted to understand and help her. She would find out tomorrow, no use worrying abut it tonight. She was grateful for her brief outing, even if she had almost gotten them both poisoned via the trap she had set off. She decided to focus on that instead, and the contents of the journal she had found.The night was cool and crisp compared to the dank chill of the barrow, but she much preferred the warmth of the inn. Thankfully the return to their lodging was uneventful, and she retired to her room after bidding Nil goodnight in return. 

Sleep didn't evade her for long this time. If she had any dreams, she didn't remember them, and the next thing she knew, sun was filtering through the window onto her face, its warmth and light causing her to stir. Her eyelids fluttered open as she sat up and stretched, sitting still for a moment as she gathered the motivation to get out of the bed and don her armor. With a soft sigh, she got to her feet and went about getting ready for the long trek up the mountain, a knot of nerves starting to form in her stomach once more. While she knew at least some of her questions would be answered, she was afraid that it would open more doors to the unknown, and almost dreaded what was in store. Was she really cut out for this? Would the Greybeards be disappointed that, out of all the warriors in Tamriel, she was the one who held the power to slay dragons? After all, they were probably expecting some tough warrior with a fighting background, which she was most definitely not. 

Similar thoughts swirled around her head as she went out into the inn, making straight for the innkeeper, Wilhelm, who stood behind the counter. [color=00B2EE]"Excuse me,"[/color] she hailed him, setting the journal she had discovered the night before upon the counter, [color=00B2EE]"My companion and I recovered this from the nearby barrow, belonged to a fellow named Wyndelius. You wouldn't happen to know of him?"[/color] she asked.   

He looked surprised, picking up the leather-bound pages and leafing through to the last page. [color=8BA870]"Wyndelius, you say? Aye, he headed out to the barrow long ago. If you're bringing me this... I assume he's dead then?"[/color] he asked, to which he received a solemn nod from Elle. [color=8BA870]"A damn shame, that. Well, thank you for bringing me the journal. I guess that place wasn't haunted after all.  I suppose it's only fitting I give you this,"[/color] he turned around and unlocked a safe before facing her again, a dragon claw in his hand, much like the golden one that activated the door in Bleak Falls Barrow. This one appeared to be made of sapphire, judging by the brilliant blue stones adorning it. 

Elle picked it up tentatively and smiled, [color=00B2EE]"Thank you, glad we could help,"[/color] she said, though she got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. If what was behind that door was anything like the first one, she wasn't sure that she was ready to open it just yet, not until she had a better grasp of the situation. She decided to keep the key to herself for now, storing it in her pack with the rest of her things. She would tell Nil about it later, maybe they could go back to the barrow once they were done up on High Hrothgar.