“Apparently, being able to absorb the dragon language straight from the dragons, doesn’t make me a ‘proper’ Dragonborn yet” – Lena was saying to Hauk and Geralt in a rather annoyed tone. “I now have to go and fetch some horn from one of those crypts.”
“And how is that going to prove you’re Dragonborn?” – Geralt didn’t get it either. “Anyone can go into the crypts, fight the draugr and get whatever is hidden in there, you don’t need to be a Dragonborn for that! Unless there’s a special test for you in that particular crypt?”
“There’s no other way to find out but to go there” – said Hauk pragmatically. “Where is it?”
“Up on the moors, not far from Morthal.”
“Charming” – Hauk shivered. “Never liked that place – too many monsters.”
“Monsters?” – Geralt looked up. “As in – unnatural creatures to be slain by a witcher, or just unpleasant wildlife?”
“Both. Dangerous giant spiders and chaurusses, rogue draugr and skeletons, vampires, mad wizards, and of course unfriendly necromancers – they’ve got it all. Oh, and bandits and an occasional assassin – I believe they have their training grounds there.” Hauk looked at Lena – “Isn’t that where they took you?”
“How did you know?” It was becoming predictable, but Lena couldn’t resist.
“Penitus Oculatus.”
Of course. Just what exactly was Hauk’s role in the Legion? It was pointless to ask – he’d never tell.
“Sounds wonderful” – Lena concluded. “Shall we set off straight away or shall we look around here some more? There are crypts to explore and bandits to slay” – she produced a bounty note for Nilheim.
“Let’s stay here a bit longer” – Hauk wasn’t keen on leaving. “The mead is good and the innkeep is friendly, so why not hang around some.”
Neither of them was particularly keen to go to the moors just yet, so they decided to stay in Ivarstead for a few days.
Masser and Secunda 