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"You should have joined in the makeshift jousting then when we had our wedding." Jim offers, but even this small attempt at a joke is obviously weak. It's several moments before he even thinks to force a little half chuckle. He swallows roughly. "I don't remember much of it but some of them did it on horseback." The wedding is a good memory. A strong one. Something Jim can focus on as the horses wind through the northerly road.

He remembers the climb up this road in the frigid mountain air. Think back further, to when Felix took him hiking in the wilds of Skyrim years ago now. To sledding through the snow drifts laughing together and not the weight of the soul gem Sanguine gave them unbalancing his pack to one side so Jim could keep it close to hand. Sanguine... Should Jim be offering him a quiet prayer, if he's here? Would Felix's patron take offense to them showing face in Nirn and not at least paying respects?

Something to ask about later, maybe. Once the job is done.

The going is good until the call comes out to the front for Stratos to turn off the road proper. Off the northerly road leading up to Skyrim and onto what might be a hunting path underneath all the snow that kinks west un the shadows of the Jerral mountains. Jim hesitates at the road, his gaze searching for any point of reference he can find to remember the way from here. His knuckles are white beneath his gloves gripping the reins.

"Have you ever been up this way?" He ventures to Terentius as Felix and Stratos take a moment to decide on how best to progress.