Astrid felt alive for the first time in weeks. There was a crispness in the air, a breeze that smelled of frost and pines that danced around her the moment she stepped outside. For a moment, just a moment, she let herself relax. She emptied her mind of the fact she was still a prisoner, that she'd be dead within the week, and just focused on being outside.
Arcann stepped up beside her, cloak hiding the sun from his skin. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to see?" he asked.
Astrid looked at him, still a bit wary of being so close to him. "I don't know the town well enough," she admitted. "I'll follow your lead."
Arcann gave her a small smile and offered his arm. "Shall we begin our adventure then, Lady Astrid?"
She accepted the arm and allowed him to guide her through the bar
