A knock on the door...

The two of you are interrupted by someone knocking on the door, you let out a disappointed sigh and get off of Nacius, letting him get up and put his pants on at the very least.

"Is it-" He cuts you off.

"If it is, so be it." He says.

Nacius pulls up his pants and peers out the window, once he gets a look as to who it is, he glances at you then down to your clothes, motioning for you to put them on. Quickly you try to get yourself looking presentable, whoever is outside knocks on the door again, making you speed up and clumsily slide your pants and shirt on, ignoring your bra. Eventually, Nacius opens the door as you where still buttoning your shirt, you quickly pull your shirt over your chest and hold it shut. It was Tolggor.

"Bad time?" He asks, a confused look on his face.

"No no! You just er... you just woke us up." Nacius says, trying to seem normal.

Tolggor looks at you for a moment before looking back to Nacius.

"Well, sorry to interrupt you two, I got your letter Nacius." He says, leaning against the doorway.

"Ah, so... you bring me my new equipment?" Nacius asks, you take the time to stealthily button your shirt and readjust your pants.

"Yes sir, got Sanna something too." He says, making your ears perk up out of curiosity.

"What did you get Sanna?" You ask.

Tolggor looks at you and grins.

"You'll see in a bit, I figured you'd need some cheering up after your man left." He say's.

You stand up, straightening out your clothes and walk over to Nacius.

"I see the legs feeling better!" Tolggor says.

"Sanna doesn't need the silly cane anymore, it still gets sore, but she can manage." You reply.

"Thats good, I'm glad..." He says before turning over to Nacius.

"So, you guys want to go ahead and follow me out here? I got your stuff for you just outside here, or do you want some time to ehh... get dressed." He says, looking at Nacius.

"Let me just slip a shirt on and we'll meet you out there." Nacius says.

"Gotcha." Tolggor says before walking outside, shutting the door behind him.

Nacius walks over to his discarded shirt and puts it on, you lean against the wall and sigh.

"So this is it huh?" You ask.

Nacius straightens his shirt out and cracks his neck.

"It looks like it... but we still have some time, lets go see what he got you." Nacius says.

Nacius opens up the door and walks out, you trail behind him and shut the door behind you, Tolggor was leaning against the wall and taking a bite of that horrendous jerky.

"By the moons, you still have that jerky!?" You ask.

"Still have it? Sometimes out on the road it's all I have, keeps me going." He says with a chuckle.

Nacius laughs and walks over to Tolggor, grabbing a piece and shoving it into his mouth.

"Bleh, disgusting." You say, sticking your tongue out.

The two of them chuckle for a moment before Tolggor tucks the rest of the jerky away.

"So, I got it all just behind the house, figure I'd surprise you a bit." He says.

The three of you walk around to the back of the house, Nacius was beaming, Tolggor had come here with Whiterun.

"Haha! Whuterun! How've you been boy?" Nacius says, quickly running over to the horse, petting it's snout.

"He's a good horse, you raised him well." Tolggor says.

Nacius pets Whiterun for a while, you and Tolggor just leaned against the house and gave Nacius the moment.

"Gods, it's good to see you again boy." Nacius says, giving him one last pat on the head before turning around.

"So, where's my new equipment?" Nacius asks.

"Right here." Tolggor says, holding a pretty big sack that you didn't see him retrieve from anywhere.

Nacius opens it and pulls out the helmet, it looked similar to his old helmet, perhaps just a little darker.

"Refurbished?" Nacius asks.

Tolggor nods. "Yup, they don't make new sets of armor, empires got a surplus of em." He says.

"Figures." Nacius says, putting the helmet on and adjusting it, getting used to the new feeling.

"Feels older, smells older, how old is this set?" Nacius asks.

"Hehe, you wanna know?" Tolggor asks.

"Try me" Nacius responds.

"Well, I don't know the specifics, but it's crisis era definitely, I asked if they had anything newer, but they said that was all that was available." He says, chuckling.

"Eh, I won't complain, it's kinda like wearing history, you know?" Nacius says.

"Yeah, I guess..." Tolggor says before turning to you.

"Let me get your things..." Tolggor says, walking over to Whiterun, retrieving something from his saddlebags.

You hope Tolggor didn't get you any more gold, you haven't spent much of the gold he had given you before, taking any more money would feel dirty.

"Sanna swears to the moons Tolggor, if you brought her more gold, she'll toss it back in your face!" You say with a grin.

"Relax lady, got you these." He says, holding up a sizeable bag of something.

He hands you the bag and you open it, revealing a whooooole lotta pears.

"Sister liked the kind words you sent her way, she wanted me to give these to you." Tolggor says with a cocky grin.

A smile creeps up your face, you couldn't help but begin laughing.

"Sanna likes the pears, she doesn't want to put your sister out of business!" You say, laughing.

"Relax lass, she grows a whole lot more than that, I wrote to her and told her that you enjoyed them, she figured she'd give you a little "Welcome to Cyrodiil" gift." he says.

Nacius walks over to your side and looks in the bag.

"Gods Tolggor, she's right, that is a lot, you about this?" He asks.

"Hey, my sister told me to give em to her, ask her that." He says, putting his hands up.

You grab a pear from the bag and bite into it, the pear dissolves in your mouth again and the taste makes you smile.

"Mmm... Sanna might eat all of these today, she might not be able to contain herself!" You say.

"Woah woah, if thats the case, let me have at least one before you eat all of them!" Nacius laughs.

You hand Nacius the bag.

"Go ahead, take a few, there's plenty." You say, smiling.

Nacius takes just one and takes a bite.

"Hey, tell your sister to send some for me next time." He says, chewing the pear.

"She knows you Nacius, you aren't a friendly new face." He says.

"Bah, whatever..." Nacius says, sarcastically waving his arm at Tolggor.

You and Nacius eat the pears you have, Tolggor reaches and grabs a small flask from his boot and takes a sip.

"What in oblivion is that?" Nacius asks.

"Just some filthy nordic swill according to you." Tolggor responds.

"Oh, good thing you told me, I was about to ask for a sip." Nacius chuckles.

You and Nacius toss what was left of the pears as far as you can, you close the bag and drop it behind you for now.

"So... is Nacius leaving today?" You ask, looking down.

"Still doesn't matter, commander is fine waiting a bit, just don't take too long." Tolggor says.

You look at Nacius and he looks at you, then over to Tolggor.

"I'll be back tomorrow, gonna leave in the morning..." Nacius says.

You sigh and lean into Nacius, who wraps an arm around your waist.

"That's alright with me, like I said, commander doesn't care, take your time." Tolggor says, stuffing the flask back into his boot.

Tolggor cracks his knuckles and looks to the sky.

"Well, I better leave you two to it then, I have to get back to work." He says.

"Thanks for dropping off Whiterun and my equipment, I owe you one lad." Nacius says.

"You're buying me some more mead later in that case." Tolggor says, chuckling.

"Tell your sister thanks for the pears, Sanna swears she is going to get fat with what was given to her." You say.

"I will, maybe one day she'll stop by and visit, you'd like her, just be careful, she drinks more than I do." He says with a smile.

You say your final goodbyes and Tolggor walks back to the road, heading towards the fortress. You grab the bag of pears and Nacius leads Whiterun to the little stable area that you two had built for him recently, you walk into the house and set down the bag of pears on the table while Nacius stayed outside for a while, petting and talking to Whiterun like he was a child.

You take a seat at the table and put your head down, the confirmation that Nacius was leaving tommorrow made you feel terrible again, after a while you hear Nacius come inside and close the door, you feel his hands massage your neck.

"I know I know, I'm not so keen on leaving too, but I gotta get back to it..." He says, rubbing his hands around your shoulder blades.

"Ugh, Sanna will miss you, even if she see's you every other day." You say, voice slightly muffled from your head being down.

"Hey, at least those visits will feel special! Plus, once I get some leave again, we'll take a trip to Anvil." He says.

You perk your head up slightly, Nacius was still giving you a massage.

"That would be nice, you keep saying Anvil and the Imperial City are the most beautiful places in all of Cyrodiil, Sanna can't wait to judge." You say.

"Oh don't you dare even think about badmouthing the Imperial City, Anvil has a few issues, but the Imperial City is perfect." He says.

You chuckle and put your head back down.

"You're perfect..." You say in a cheesy, muffled voice.

"Now you're doing the charming eh? You're the one with her head down." He says.

"Sanna knows you don't feel good about going as well, she's just staying positive." You reply.

You let Nacius massage you for a little longer before you sit up all the way and he stops, walking over to the opposite side of the table and taking a seat.

"Like I said, I'll write, some of the lads at the fort will act as little couriers and drop off my letters, before you know it, the whole fort will be your friend!" He says.

"Bah, some of those pigs at the fort make Sanna uncomfortable." You say, rolling your eyes.

"Well, yeah, I ain't gonna send any of the rowdy lads out to you..." He says.

"So when are you going to start with Ulanna?" He asks.

"Tommorow Sanna thinks, Ulanna said as soon as I'm ready, and well, there's not going to be much to do once you're gone..." You say.

"Heh, just make sure she doesn't get too weird, I swear, that woman and her strange fascination with other peoples business." He says, chuckling.

"Sanna thinks it might just be a wood elf thing, but she does not want to assume, perhaps she is just curious about Khajiit, wants to see if the stereotypes are true."

"Stereotypes?" Nacius says with a raised eyebrow.

"Khajiit have a stereotype of being promiscuous, and Sanna has no trouble in saying that that is mostly true." You reply.

"Really? I've just heard the stereotypes of you all being thieves." Nacius says.

"Haha, there are probably more dancers and escorts in Elsweyr than thieves." You say, laughing.

"You know how to dance?" Nacius asks, an eyebrow raised.

"Haha! What Khajiit would Sanna be if she didn't know how to dance."

You lean back and put your leg up on the table.

"This thing might get in the way, but she still knows how!" You say.

"You gotta show me some day, I can't dance, I'll end up on my arse." Nacius says.

"That is because you are a clumsy brute, you need at least a small hint of elegance." You say.

"Yeah yeah, so... You want to do anything before I leave tomorrow? Take a trip around town, eat at some place, maybe just find a nice looking spot and just relax?" He asks.

You think for a moment, you wanted today to be special since he was leaving...