From the tragedy of the Night of Tears to Ysgramor and his 500 Companions returning by ship from Atmoran, Sio spoke eloquently, knowing even more details than Kodlak, the Harbinger of The Companions.
She always loved the heroes of ancient legends, especially in situations where she could show off her knowledge.
So much so that this Breton girl even forgot that she herself was a child with elven blood.
Well, no big deal.
Ysgramor, wielder of the “Elf-Slicer,” only drove the Snow Elves out of Solstheim and Skyrim; the hero who would slaughter all these “mer” was Pelinal!
Since his story hadn’t been brought up yet, Sio’s little life was still safe!
“Is she always this talkative?
But she is… interesting.” If it were any other story, Farkas might have fallen asleep long ago.
But as the epic of Ysgramor, the Harbinger of The Companions, he listened with great interest.
Nords, naturally, were willing to listen to the legendary stories of their Nord ancestors.
“This is only the beginning.” Kaye shrugged and smiled, feeling helpless about this, yet also admiring Sio’s knowledge and enthusiasm.
Whether it was Kodlak or Farkas, they would listen to a few stories at most, after all, Sio clearly had no intention of joining The Companions.
But he was different; he was the “partner” Sio had chosen.
Plus, with the favors yet to be repaid, he couldn’t avoid listening to even more stories on their future travels!
“Finally, in the 143rd year of the First Era, King Harald, a descendant of Ysgramor, defeated the Snow Elf army at the Moesring Mountains on Solstheim, and the Snow Prince, who had turned the tide of the battle, ultimately died at the hands of a 12-year-old girl…” Sio closed the book in her hands.
Although what she held was not a copy of ‘The Fall of the Snow Prince’, holding a book while telling a story always made one look smarter!
“So, has the Snow Prince’s spear already been taken?” “Yes!
In the Third Era, records from Vvardenfell noted that the Nerevarine had traveled to the Tomb of Jolgeirr and taken the Snow Prince’s Spear from it, but there were no records of the story after that…” Even legendary stories from as far away as Morrowind, Sio could recount with ease.
The Nerevarine was most likely a Dark Elf, a Dunmer!
So he was likely still alive now.
But how could one easily meet the protagonists of previous generations?
Sio felt there was no chance of meeting such a legendary figure in this lifetime!
So, it wouldn’t hurt for her to embellish the story a little bit~ “Good girl, that is indeed a good story.
But compared to legendary weapons…” As Kodlak spoke, his gaze drifted to the side of the Mead Hall.
There was an elaborately set up display rack, but this place, which should have been displaying weapons, was now only covered with many shards.
“Weapons you can get your hands on are more reassuring.
The Companions give gifts to friends.
Take this and go to the Skyforge to find Eorlund.
Our friend will forge suitable weapons for you.” Kodlak took out a badge of The Companions and handed it to Sio as proof.
“Farkas, take them and show them the way…” “No need!
I know the way!” Even though the roads of Whiterun were several times larger than in the game, Sio was confident she could find her way with her eyes closed!
It wasn’t the wilderness; she wouldn’t get lost!
She grabbed Kaye’s hand and walked out of the Mead Hall with excitement.
Before pushing the door open to leave, she didn’t forget to turn around and bow to Kodlak again.
“We really hit the jackpot this time…!” After walking out of Jorrvaskr, Sio couldn’t suppress the joy in her heart at all.
The corners of her mouth, the corners of her mouth were almost uncontrollable!
“How so?
I think that old man had a hard time listening to you tell stories.” Kaye said teasingly.
“You don’t understand!
That’s the Harbinger, the Harbinger of The Companions!
With his badge, the Skyforge will surely prepare weapons of skyforge steel for us!
It is said that the Skyforge can produce the best steel in all of Tamriel!” Sio puffed out her cheeks and lightly poked Kaye’s waist with her elbow—even though it was meaningless to Kaye, who was wearing armor!
The two went around the spiral stone stairs behind Jorrvaskr and arrived at the Skyforge located on the heights.
A statue of an eagle with wings spread wide overlooked the forge.
Whether it was this statue of the hawk of Kynareth or the Skyforge itself, it was said to be an ancient ruin that existed before Ysgramor arrived in Skyrim.
A strong, elderly Nord was busy in front of the forge.
Usually, a blacksmith master would have apprentices to help, but here, only his figure was swinging the hammer alone.
“Mr.
Eorlund Gray-Mane, right?
Please allow me, Sio, to pay my respects to the great craftsman~” Sio restrained her usual spoiled young lady attitude and bowed gracefully.
Seeing Sio so formal, Kaye also followed suit and bowed.
Of course, he was… really a bit stiff at doing such formal tasks.
“I heard Aela say that a girl from outside Skyrim and her attendant helped The Companions.
I guess it’s you two.” Eorlund put down the tongs and hammer, taking a moment to step away from his work.
“Ah, the Harbinger’s badge.
Kodlak is also quite fond of you.” He saw the badge hanging on Sio’s chest at a glance, and there was a bit more trust in his words.
After speaking, Eorlund walked quickly to Sio’s side and took the Imperial sword from her waist.
“Cyrodiil specifications?
This thing is only fit to be melted down.” The blacksmith casually threw the sword into the forge’s fire pit and took a sword that shimmered with a cold, piercing light from the weapon rack.
“Try this piece of skyforge steel.
The members of The Companions don’t like such lightweight weapons, but it suits a mage like you, girl.” Eorlund handed the sword to Sio, hoping the girl would try the feel of it first.
Sio subconsciously took it with both hands, but this sword was much lighter than she had imagined.
Even a dainty girl like her could use it with one hand.
She tried thrusting it a few times; the sound of the blade piercing the air was so pleasant, agile, and neat—it was exactly to her liking!
“I love it so much…!
It would be even better if you could engrave a crest for me!
I like the puppy kind, please!” Although Sio had some complaints about the origin of her name, if she really had to engrave a crest, this was the one she had to choose.
After all, Sio (chiot) means puppy.
“Small problem.
It will be ready right away.” With Eorlund’s craftsmanship, he quickly engraved the pattern of a young puppy on the hilt and scabbard, yet one could still see its lively spirit.
And the gift that Kaye should have received… encountered “trouble.” “…Even I have never seen this kind of material.
Interesting.” Eorlund carefully examined Kaye’s greatsword, unable to help but exclaim in admiration.
“Perhaps even skyforge steel cannot compare to it.
But I can plate this sword with a coating to make it more durable.
How about it?” “Then let’s do that.” Kaye nodded in agreement.
He was different from Sio; if Sio needed to recall the memories she had forgotten, then Kaye needed to find the secret of this sword.
Therefore, he would never be willing to abandon this precious sword left behind by his mother.
Placing the precious sword into the Skyforge for tempering, Eorlund plated Kaye’s sword with a tough coating, and the reinforcement of the skyforge steel made it appear even sharper and more durable.
“Does this count as the best sword in the whole village…?” Sio sheathed her sword and turned to blink at Kaye.
“I think Whiterun definitely doesn’t count as a village.”