“First you take me out of Markarth and now you help me join the companions?”
“You’re not… angry?”
“I never really liked Markarth, it’s one of the reasons I was a sellsword.”
“I…” I’m confused.
“Here,” He hands me a sheathed Dawnbreaker, “you don’t need to apologize. I’d like to keep the armor though. If you don’t mind.”
I shook my head, “It will do you more good then it ever could me.” Which made him smile.
“Well, don’t get into too much trouble without me. I know how you are.”
I snorted, “See you around.”
It would have been nice to know back in the Reach but I’m not going to complain.