No Silver Hand and no Vigil of Stendarr would’ve been that quiet, they were the purest form of zealotry in Skyrim. But she did get hit in the shoulder and she let out a pain filled cry as she rolled across the ground, leaving behind her a trail of blood. THEY had been the ones to almost hurt an innocent. The Companions were the best warriors in Skyrim so they didn’t have a problem keeping their guard up against the giant. What was causing him to weep was that they were both burning up in the sunlight. It was almost feral to behold. He stood back and watched her as she took in all the splendor of the guild hall in excitement. They were armed with daggers, one had a sword, and most were hoping to wield magic in their own protection. Farkus could still smell the burnt flesh and he turned to look at the source of the smell.
