rowena-of-riverwood

A Bosmer in Skyrim #8: Riverwood...

It wasn’t long until she saw a village on the horizon. She came to a halt when she saw a dog sat at the bottom of a tree. It barked at her, wagging its tail happily. 

“Stump!” came a whining voice from up in the tree, “You’re the worst attack dog ever!”

Rowena tilted her head upwards to see a young boy sat among the branches watching her intently. 

“Who are you and what do you want?” he demanded.

“I’m just a traveller,” she told him, “I bring news from Helgen.”

The boy hastily climbed down and grinned at her, “You survived Helgen too?” He then began to frown, “You’re not an Imperial, are you?”

She shook her head, “Far from it. What do you mean ‘survived Helgen too’? Is another survivor here?”

He nodded eagerly, “My uncle. My mother told me to watch the road in case of Imperials. Come on, I’ll take you to them. I’m Frodnar, by the way, and this is my dog Stump.”

“I’m Rowena,” she said, then followed him into the village. 

The villagers watched her suspiciously, unkeen on a new face among them, but no one said anything. Frodnar led her to a house with a garden full of flowers and a cow chewing on the grass outside. He opened the door and she went in behind him. 

“Mother!” he called, “I found another survivor! She just came down the road from Helgen!”

A blonde woman appeared with a smile on her face.

“I’m Gerdur,” she told Rowena in a soft voice, “I heard about what happened in Helgen. Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Rowena nodded shakily, “I got out okay. But I don’t know whether anyone else did.”

“So far I only know of one,” she sighed, “My brother Ralof was there.”