And other things of great import.

Such as kisses.

Many kisses!

Such as this one! Mwah!

Adoring kiss!

It's almost unfortunate they have appointments today...

No rest for the wicked. And if they take too long, those Greybeards might shout down the sky again.

They can't get to High Hrothgar immediately either way...

"Quite the temptress, you are."

"It's my calling."

"I suppose we could spare another hour, then..."

"Though then those poor girls will be left high and dry..."

"A little waiting will be good for them. Character building."

"Sort out who's really devoted and who's not."

"Call it the first-pass selection criterion."

"An excellent excuse."

Here's to distraction.

At least one hour of it. 

And then, pleasantly relaxed, to meet some new people.

There's an awful lot of unimpressive but ambitious girls, many of them martially trained and itching to see the world, but not particularly obedient nor patient. There's some who are obedient and patient, but... Meek. Fading. 

There's one girl, though, who waits graciously and firmly, her back straight and steel in her gaze, and who bows to them in a wholly Redguard style (though she looks pretty clearly Nordic, with pale skin and red hair pulled into a crown roll over a loose spill, and soft red bear ears at attention) and says, "Good morning, my Thane."

"Good morning. Your name?"

"Gyða, my Thane, a foundling of Dragonsreach."

"A pleasure to meet you, Gytha. My name is Elerki. Which god's blessing do you carry?"

"I am blessed by Tsun, Shield-Thane of Lord Shor. He is the master of trials, who calls upon us to set ourselves versus the testing gods, and to prove our bravery and honor there."

"A rare gift."

Smug blush. "I have been told I am a rare person, my Thane."