Previously: Krist Lindor was found almost dead after being severely wounded defending a village against some outlaws. While successful, he was facing certain death until a family on their way to Cyrodiil found him. Hesitant to take him with them, young and pretty Holly convinced her uncle it was the right thing to do. They found a farm that was over run with weeds and falling apart, and made their claim in Cyrodiil near the Skyrim/Marrowind border, almost due south of The Rift.
Krist had scouted the land, and met a strange old man that was hunting vampires. He was worried that vampires may be too close the farm, so stayed with the man for a bit in search of a nest. Though they killed two vampires, no others were found. The man parted from Krist one night, and Krist headed back to the farm, feeling the surrounding area was relatively safe, though in Cyrodiil, the 3 Banner War continued to rage, and Mannimarco's influence could still be felt throughout Tamriel.
Holly watched as Krist shook the soldiers hand. The scout was alone, and kept looking around the big warrior, as if expecting to see someone rushing to attack him. Of course no one would. The markings on his armor suggested he was part of the Ebonheart Pact. He was a Dark Elf, and Holly found it hard to judge his stance and demeanor. Krist put some grain and vegetables on a mule and sent it with the man, who left with a nod.
"We shouldn't give our food away," Garin said, though not accusing. He was near 16 years old now, and almost as tall as Krist, though not near as broad shouldered yet.
"That won't hurt us for the winter, and it may well buy us some level of peace from the armies," Krist replied, watching the scout as he entered the tree line.
"Until another army takes the area," Garin said, a frown on his face.
"Well then, when that happens," Tohmas offered, "we will give that army some grain as well."
The three chuckled, and headed into the house. It was nearing dark, and supper was already cooked. Holly and her aunt had been hard at work.
After supper, Krist sat on the porch, rocking in an old chair that the previous owners of the farm had forgotten or just left. It had been 6 months since they arrived in Cyrodiil and claimed the property, and in those months no one returned to claim it. He was confident it would be theirs now. He was deep in that thought when the door to house creaked as Holly stepped out.
"There you are," she said, a smile on her face. The lantern caught her eyes and caused them to twinkle some. Krist could not help but smile back.
"Is everything okay," Krist asked.
"You know, you always ask that, as if you are waiting for something to happen," Holly sat down in a chair beside Krist.
Krist just looked out to the night and sighed a bit.
"You did not wish to come back to Cyrodiil. You told me that before. You also said you were heading back to Skyrim. Are you still heading back to Skyrim?"
It was Krist's turn to smile.
"I guess things change," he said, then looked back out into the darkness. He could hear her cousins and uncle laughing inside about something, with their mother fussing and telling them to all get cleaned up for bed.
"What of your family, Krist?"
"You forget, I had not been with them for a few years. I was here. I suppose I will try and send word home from one of the villages around here. See if they returned or if someone there knows where they are. If they have not, then I would not know where they are or where to look."
Holly nodded to that. It made perfect sense to her.
"Besides," he added, "I have a new purpose here."
"Do you now," she asked, a playful grin now on her face.
Krist looked to Holly, and chuckled at himself for sounding so serious. He just nodded a bit.
"Well do not leave me in suspense, Krist Lindor. What exactly is your new important purpose."
Krist looked thoughtful a moment, then looked away with a sudden serious gaze.
"To eat your aunt's good cooking till I become fat and unable to wear my armor," Krist said.
Inside the house it was the families turn to hear laughing from outside. Tohm look to his wife with an approving nod. He liked the Nord, and was in deep hopes that the Nord would stick around.
"Krist the Lionheart? No. Lionheart was my dog" -Krist
"Darling, if looks were everything, I would be king of the world" -Luke
"That place, between day and night, that purple color just before dark, that is where you will find me"- Hughe