I watched in awe as Lyron tortured the man. This wasn't the man I knew. With the glint in his eyes however, I could tell it wasn't He who was enjoying it. It was Amallae. She had made him promise to seek revenge for them both, and he was keeping that promise, reluctantly. When he came and sat, paying the barkeep for a room, he looked like he had left the plane of Mundus. I put my hand on his shoulder, but he kept walking, out of the Tavern, and up through Markarth. I put my hand up for Thoron to stay and wait for Celduin, and it looked like he knew what it meant. I followed him up to hall of worship. I stayed low as I heard him talking. Kynareth? Hircine? Others?! I thought as I heard him and another voice speak. I waited until it was quiet before I walked up to him. "Lyron," I said before he stood up. He looked at me, "There are others Mairah!" he said looking at me. I nodded, not sure what to think. "Not Sangartii, not wolves, but others." He sat back down, and looked at the ground. Not angery or sad, just pondering on what he had been told. "It's nothing that needs to be worried about right now," I said standing in front of him, "Lyron, I'm worried about you. That man in there, the one torturing the Thalmor, that wasn't you!" He looked at me in a glare. "It was what they MADE ME!" I stepped back as he stood, "What She Made me." He turned around and looked up. He muttered something under his breathe. "Kynareth," I assumed walking towards him, it was something I had heard. He nodded, "She has tortured me with long life, and took everyone away from me." He paced, "Then she brings you back?" He looked at me. "I don't understand, why toy with me?" I was a bit hurt by his remark. He walked over to me, "It's not a bad thing that you have returned though," I looked at him, "Together we're a pack again, not as strong, but still, stronger." I looked at him, and kissed him, he kissed back, it was a long time since I have had love. I pulled away, and looked up "We should be getting back," He nodded and followed me to the tavern.
We walked in to find Celduin and Thoron sitting, and waiting. Lyron nodded to them, "Let's get a move on, we will stop at the smith on the way out to see what we can get." The two nodded and stood. Lyron walked out, I, close behind. We walked to the blacksmith, where Lyron started pawning everything he had at her, armor weapons, everything. I stood and watched as he paid her with some leather armor, and an elven bow. He put on the Iron arrows he had kept, along with some he had bought, then stood next to me while we waited for Celduin, he might've wanted to change out of the Imperial rags as well. I pulled out a couple of my arrows from my quiver, and put them in Lyron's. "Thanks," he said grinning.