Finrod still lost in his own mind, thoughts racing...visions, memories, sounds, flying through his head, broken by the sound of Lyras voice, and then her laugh, Finrod with a slight smile in response to Lyras laugh, "The Blades... they are..." Finrod corrects himself "Were.. a group of fearless soldiers, sworn to protect the Emperor of Tamriel...The Skyhaven Temple was their base in Skyrim" Hesitating to continue... 

[i]Do I tell her everything?... I cant...[/i] "They... were no more after the Great War ended some 25 years ago..." "You spoke of strange symbols... they sound like it may be the symbols I saw as well... Carved into the stone in the temple..." Finrod hesitates to continue once more, the knowledge he has, is not known by many "If its what I think it is, its an ancient language, carved into stone blocks around many places in Skyrim..." 

Finrod clears his throat, attempting to hide his scared nature of the situation... "The ruins you saw may very well be one of these ancient crypts where the language is carved... I heard a deep voice, that repeated the word 'Fated' I dont know what it means either..."

[i]Are we meant to aid each other on these adventures? Its the only thing I can make of us both having similar... but different visions[/i] Finrod thought, afriad to say that out loud, not being used to relying on others. "We are safe here... the magic protects us" Not wanting to go into detail on the magic at work "So, if we are fated to work together... what is our next move...?" [i]I wonder if they Greybeards can shed some light on the strange symbols... they are after all the last keepers of the ancient texts[/i] Finrod with a deep gaze into Lyras eyes, almost afraid of what her answer may be. [i]And what is the story with this girl? Why her, why are we seemingly connected?[/i]