The aroma of the rabbit cooking over the fire wafted through the air, blending harmoniously with the surrounding scents of nature. The gentle sounds of the nearby river and the melodious birds in the trees created a picturesque scene, enveloping Finrod and Lyra in a serene moment. As Lyra spoke about her father teaching her to hunt, it triggered memories in Finrod's mind, causing him to imagine his own father, a prominent figure in the Thalmor, who was often absent due to his demanding responsibilities.

Lyra handed Finrod a perfectly cooked rabbit skewer, and he eagerly took a bite, savoring the exquisite flavors and expressing his content with an audible sigh of satisfaction.

In response to Lyra's inquiry about their destination, Finrod took a thoughtful moment before replying, "So... first, we should make a stop for some supplies. Depending on the path we choose, I was thinking overnight. We both had distinct visions, yet I sense a connection between them. We could seek answers about the symbols in your vision and the mysterious dungeon with the Greybeards. Alternatively, northeast of here lies The College of Winterhold, a bastion of magical knowledge. Or, if we decide to pursue my vision first, I'm fairly certain we need to head west towards Karthspire. What are your thoughts?"