“Oh, Arnbjorn, u idiot,” Fenia groaned.
Four days had passed since the Argonian incident. We were going much slower than we should be, since Arnbjorn was still hurt.
I sighed. Every single day, Fenia griped about how stupid it was to attack a traveler.
“But he was threatening Astrid!” protested Arnbjorn.
“He was not. He was being a bit of a pervert, but other than that, nothing.”
Arnbjorn sat still as Fenia inspected his wound. It was on his calf, and a bit infected.
“Well, the wound’s getting better…” Fenia smiled.
“How much farther is Falkreath, anyway?” I asked curiously....