There's always a lighthouse

[wheremst]

And just like that, you wake up in the basement of a lighthouse in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. There's a circle of 25 pods in the middle of the room, and two more in a room off to the side, and you can imagine who is in which.

An elevator to the side of the room leads up to the ground floor (or to the first sub-basement, if you want to check out the machine that brought you here), where you can for the first time in weeks look out a window and see the sky. Its a beautiful sunny day, with a strong breeze on the grassy ground of the island where the lighthouse stands. Have you ever been this happy to hear seagulls?

You're free. Whatever comes next, you're free and you won. Take some time to relish your victory, won't you? Reunite with friends you thought you had lost, go forth and just... well, enjoy this.

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[bolderfell]

[Lif's reaction startles an embarrassed little scoffing noise out of Therion. He busies himself sheathing the sword once more.]

Didn't do anything special. Anyone can clean a blade with time and the right tools.

[Never mind how much time it took, or that he had to make some of those tools from scratch. With a short breath out, Therion unbuckles the sword belt and offers it to its rightful owner.]

It's yours, then. Let's say it makes us even after helping me out of the vending machine.

[onefuture]

[...Heh. You know what, Lif's fine with leaving it at that; he'll gladly take the sword back and keep it in his hands. It's been so long, and yet it's weight feels familiar in his hands.

It's...nice, in a way Lif never expected it to feel nice again. Maybe this is what freedom feels like.]

...Very well. I shall consider it as such.

[Lif's not...good at this, but--]

Do try to find a way to stay in contact, if you are able. I imagine you will be busy, but I would like to hear from you, every now and again.

[bolderfell]

[He's not quite fast enough to hide his surprise. Therion looks up at Lif, then glances away, idly adjusting his scarf.]

...Never was one for letters.

[...

And then he offers a slightly exaggerated shrug.]

Guess I'll have to visit in person. Good thing I'm used to travel, with all of us scattering like this. Just let me know where you'll be.

[onefuture]

[...Oh no, honey. Lif can't help but let out some sort of small noise--it seems pleased, okay.]

I'll be going to Skyrim--Whiterun, specifically. From what Aela has told me, it's a rather major trade city. You're unlikely to miss it.

[bolderfell]

[Ah. Therion looks comfortable enough with that, and he nods.]

Sure I'll hear enough talk of the both of you to track you down from there. The Companions don't seem the sort to keep too low a profile.