Navigating the increasingly familiar streets of Whiterun, Lyra's steps quickened with purpose as she embarked on her mission to gather supplies. The city buzzed with activity, merchants calling out to passerby to bring attention to their wares, and citizens going about their daily routines.

Her first stop was the Drunken Huntsman, a haven for hunters and adventurers alike. Pushing open the creaking door, she was greeted by the cozy interior, dimly lit by flickering torches, casting dancing shadows across the worn wooden walls.

Approaching the counter, Lyra engaged in a silent debate with herself over the choice between quantity and quality when it came to purchasing arrows. With a decisive nod, she opted for quality, selecting a few dozen steel-tipped arrows. She reasoned that she  and Finrod were skilled enough to make each shot count, and the extra penetration power could prove invaluable in their travels.

Additionally, she procured two sturdy waterskins, one extra for each of them to keep in their packs in case of damage to the ones they currently carried. When food was scarce and all else failed, fresh water was perhaps the most important asset that could make the difference between life and death. 

As she made her way back through the bustling market toward the Bannered Mare, her keen eyes spotted a tempting apple nestled among the colorful array of fruits on a nearby stall. With practiced finesse, she deftly snagged the ripe fruit, concealing her theft from the watchful gaze of the shopkeeper. Taking a bite, she relished in the crisp sweetness as she ascended the stairs to the inn.

Entering the dimly lit interior of the Bannered Mare, Lyra's gaze immediately sought out Finrod, who sat lost in thought with a tankard of mead in hand. The scene before her felt oddly reminiscent of their encounter the previous evening, yet somehow different. There was a sense of gravity in the air now, a weight of shared purpose that hung between them.

A smile of admiration tugged at Lyra's lips as she approached him. In the span of a day, their lives had become inexplicably intertwined. As she drew closer, she couldn't help but wonder what adventures awaited them on the road ahead.