[i]Wouldn't you like to know?[/i] annoyed at the clear sign of deflection, Finrod ignored the reply, {i]What is she hiding?[/i] The unknowing... The sound of the wind blowing through the trees, added an ambiance to the natural beauty of the Whiterun wilderness, The sound of the Waterfall coming from the distance. [i]I feel some sort of connection to this Elf... yet I dont know who she is..[/i] Finrods mind races back to his past once more... or so he thought. Suddenly an overwhelming sense of comfort swallows Finrod.

A vision of the waterfall comes to mind, sitting as always, taking in the beauty around him, yet, he was not alone. Quickly Finrod snaps out of it, focused on the path ahead, the bridge nears. Once more he glances back to Lyra, still following, trying to figure out her motives, driving Finrod mad with questions, seeking answers he replies "Who wouldn't? Its not common for Elves to reside in Skyrim" A question Finrod has been asking time and time before... never telling the truth, a simple tale of exploration, and adventure is what he shares, but only he knows the dark truth that haunts his every moment...

Stopping for a moment before crossing the bridge, awaiting Lyras reply, Finrod turns and looks at her. [i]Why does she trust me to follow me... why do I trust her? I need to get some answers...[/i]