"I'm not seeing any inn signs here," Vaynrileth said as she followed Irdrin. "The only thing I can think of that would possibly house us for the night is the Miner's Barracks." She was disappointed that there wasn't an inn. She had been looking forward to drinking at one.
He spotted what looked like a barracks of some sort and nodded to her. "Very well, my lady. Should I go and inquire of accommodations?" ho knew if they would even let them stay the night here, not that he could see a reason they wouldn't. But people were hard to judge.
"Go right ahead. I think you're better at dealing with people than I am." She often managed to rub people the wrong way whenever she opened her mouth. She figured if that if they had any chance of being admitted into the barracks that it would be Irdrin's doing.
Irdrin dipped his head to her before he headed inside the barracks. He quickly found someone who had some say in the matter of room and board and struck up a conversation with them. It was only a few minutes before he emerged. "The overseer agrees to give us two beds for the night," Irdrin said, "granted that we compensate him."
"Ten septims each," he replied, "but he also made a proposition. Bandits attacked the miners while they were taking a cart up to Markarth. He says if we could accompany the next cart to Markarth in the morning, he will let us spend the night and take what supplies we need free of charge."
"That sounds like a nice deal. I've never been to Markarth so it see s like a good opportunity to visit." The price wasn't outrageous. Ten septims was about how much most inns charge. Escorting a cart to Markarth sounded more interesting though. "You can tell him that he will have a pair of escorts for Markarth shipment." She didn't ask what Irdrin wanted for fear of stirring up distress in his very being once more. She guessed that he might like the adventure of the job.
"Thank you. We should head over to the barracks then." She didn't realize how tired the journey here had made her until now. She was still running on city time. Back at the college in Winterhold she could manage to stay up all through the night and sometimes went days with very little sleep. She had finally started to adjust her sleeping schedule to something more normal and certainly healthier. She made her way to the barracks so she could turn in for the night.
Irdrin followed after her, silent and sure as usual. Her exhaustion showed, if only a little, but he readily caught on to it. He could not even recall what exhaustion was like. He felt something of lethargy at times, especially in extreme temperatures, but that was the extent of his knowledge on the matter.
Vaynrileth met with the miners' caravan that was loaded with the ores they had mined from the month or so, ready to follow them to Markarth. She hoped the few miners that would also be accompanying them wouldn't try to get too chatty with her and Irdrin along the way.
Irdrin looked the miners over with his usual, intense gaze, the only time he was ever intense about anything, which was when he was trying to discern if someone his master was around was potentially hostile. So far he was not seeing anything. Which did not mean he was about to relax any, but he could at least breathe a little easier, if he ever bothered to remember to breathe by any stretch. It was just a lost habit from being dead so long. He had to consciously do it every now and then so that if someone was looking they wouldn’t think something was off. That and blinking, though it seemed that blinking was an easier habit to reform than breathing. He stayed by his master, leaving a few inches between them so that he would not overcrowd her but leaving as little space as possible should he need to defend her. He had plenty of health potions and his weapons were still sharp and strapped to his side and the hidden blades at his sleeves and legs, so he felt well enough prepared. When the caravan leader saw them come up, he did one final check of everybody, then the party started off.
As the party started off Vaynrileth tried to think of how to occupy the idle walking. Of course her thoughts quickly started to revolve around her research, as it tended to. It was an endless problem, trying to figure out where she went wrong when she brought Irdrin back. Perhaps I was wrong to solely rely on the school of conjuration since all of its teachings are for the methods of using bound souls and objects. She thought about where she could try a new approach from a different school of magic's perspective. Maybe the answer lies within the school of restoration since it revolves around the creation and control of life forces, she thought as she watched the sky.