As Theryn watched Old Maela leave silently, thinking he could get away again,
"You.
What are you doing?"
A sharp voice was heard, a voice that made the assistant provisioner freeze. In panic, he turned towards the direction the voice came from, and his eyes fell on him.
"I asked you a question."
Kael repeated as he walked towards him with a cold look on his face. Together with him was the Dragonborn Princess.
Seeing how there was next to no snow on the fur of their coats, it was clear that they weren't just wandering around and had come straight to this place from their home.
"L-Lord Kael, are you talking t-to me?"
Theryn questioned with a stutter, a part of him still clinging to a false hope that he wasn't caught. And he wasn't wrong in wishing that. He had done this time and time again, so much that even Serie, the woman standing right next to him, didn't notice anything. So obviously, the man who was still about twenty feet away from him wouldn't know anything.
