long after, setting them in the pile with his armor. The roll provided some padding between his ass and the rock, but not enough for it to be considered truly comfortable. He polished off the last of the prepared stew and the mushrooms they’d found, then lay back with his eyes closed, staring at the rocks above them. "So, Betty: were you with the Imperial mages back in Cyrodil?" he asked. "Well, yeah," she said with her mouth half-full. "I had to learn somehow. I pretended