[i]Greybeards or Karthspire...[/i] Finrod contemplated, his thoughts mirroring the rhythmic cadence of Lyras' reply. Lost in the labyrinth of uncertainty, he finally spoke, "I believe Karthspire is the logical starting point. It's a known region, a solid foundation. Perhaps, along the journey, we'll unravel the enigma surrounding us, maybe even encounter another vision?" His words wove a tapestry of doubt and concealed anxiety, masking the silent question haunting him [i]Why not return to the familiar embrace of the tavern and the solace of solitude?[/i]

As if relinquishing control of his own limbs, Finrod's hand reached out and found Lyras'. A sudden surge flooded his mind with ethereal whispers—voices chanting the word "Destiny..." glimpses of them traversing Skyrim's dirt roads, and an urgent refrain, "Do not leave her..." Amidst the whirlwind of visions, a poignant scene emerged—they stood outside Karthspire, the river's melody intertwining with their laughter, culminating in a warm and friendly embrace. The echoing voices reiterated their plea, "Do not leave her..."

Abruptly, the visions ceased, leaving Finrod disoriented. Panic surged as he clung to Lyras' hand, his gaze fixed on her eyes, searching for answers in the pools of uncertainty. In a hushed tone, he stammered, "Did...did you have one too?"