Lyra followed Finrod's lead with careful precision, her hands and feet mirroring his movements as they navigated the cliffside. With each step, she focused intently, her heart pounding in her chest as she kept a wary eye on the ground below. The fear of falling gnawed at her, but she pushed it aside, determined to prove her capabilities.

As they neared the bottom, her foot slipped on a loose stone, and a startled cry escaped her lips. Bracing for impact, she closed her eyes tightly, only to feel herself landing gently on solid ground. She opened her eyes in surprise, realizing she had only stumbled a foot off the ground. She let out an embarrassed chuckle, shaking her head at her own overreaction.

The two set off toward Whiterun, and Lyra's mind wandered to the Inn that Finrod had mentioned in his vision. It seemed like an unexpected addition to their quest, nestled amount the mysterious ruins and temples that had been featured in such drama and shadows. Curiosity tugged at her thoughts, and she couldn't help but voice it aloud.

"That Inn you saw in your vision earlier," Lyra began, casting a sidelong glance at Finrod. "What do you think it has to do with our journey? It seems like an odd piece of the puzzle amidst everything else."