As expected, when furniture for Breezehome was mentioned, Freya agreed without a second thought and showed considerable interest.
Guilliman, of course, wouldn't disappoint her. He accompanied her with a smile, ready for a big shopping spree in Whiterun.
The two first toured Breezehome, leaving Lydia to clean the house and assigning her a room.
Afterward, they went to the Warmaiden's blacksmith shop next door to start dealing with the various junk they had picked up in Bleak Falls Barrow last time.
A massive haul of loot, occupying over twenty cubic meters.
All sorts of ancient armor, ancient weapons, leather stripped from bandits, iron armor, steel armor, and even candlesticks, daggers, and shovels from the tomb—everything imaginable was there.
It completely stunned the shopkeepers, Ulfberth and Adrianne, the husband and wife.
Spatial storage magic, no matter in which world, is quite astonishing; very few people can master such a god-like ability.
However, adventurers like Freya and Guilliman, who almost completely empty an entire tomb on each expedition, are also extremely rare.
The Dragonborn girl used her eloquence to sell all this scrap metal for a good price, earning a large bag of gold coins, enough for them to thoroughly renovate the entire Breezehome.
Even the Witcher was somewhat surprised. Why did Freya, who seemed a bit simple-minded, become so sharp and possess such captivating eloquence when it came to trading and selling?
Something else happened during the transaction.
Just as Freya was negotiating prices with Adrianne, the female shop owner, a thunder-like boom suddenly echoed from the sky, followed by a deep, hoarse, yet ethereal and awe-inspiring old man's voice that resounded across the entire sky.
Others couldn't understand it, only thinking it was some monster's roar or another clap of thunder.
Only Guilliman and Freya, who already understood a little Dragon Tongue, could barely make out the meaning.
It was a summons, a welcome.
It was an invitation from a Master of the Voice to the Dragonborn.
Seeing the Dragonborn girl seemingly lost in thought again, with a somewhat dazed expression, Guilliman leaned in and kissed her, saying with a smile:
"It's alright, Freya."
"No need to worry. Whatever the future holds, we just need to go with the flow and face it calmly."
The girl looked up, gave the Witcher a smile, and then her expression became positive and optimistic again, saying in a somewhat boastful tone:
"I'm going to set up an alchemy lab, an enchanting table, and build a large forge in our home."
"Don't think I'm just an adventurer; I actually know a bit about these crafts. Some ordinary craftsmen aren't even as skilled as me."
"Crafting equipment is my favorite hobby."
...Over the next few days, Guilliman and Freya quickly settled into life in Whiterun.
The girl wasn't in a hurry to go to High Hrothgar on the Throat of the World to find the Greybeards.
Instead, she went on a massive shopping spree in Whiterun, buying a lot of furniture, food, alchemy potions, and various equipment and tools.
And the Witcher's most important target, of course, was the giant Soul Gem, capable of holding the most souls and storing the most soul power.
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