"Fortune all around."

"I'd like the chance to, um, stretch my legs."

"We've got a long way to go."

"You'll need a strong horse."

"One with a lot of stamina."

"I've got that."

"We'll test you to your limits."

Wiggle!

Quick kiss. 

Kiss.

Are they heading straight out?

After some time to prepare. 

Birgitta keeps a bag ready to go. She can customize it, if Maellys has any more information about what they're likely to get into...

A little - the location is mountainous... "Volunruud, apparently a barrow in the general vicinity of Whiterun."

"I'll get my fire daggers then, in case the draugr wake."

"That's useful against them?"

She nods. "Dried-out corpses burn pretty easily."

Hum. "I have fire weapons as well, and we can stock up on magicka potions before we leave..."

"Hopefully we won't need it. Draugr are pretty easy to sneak past, as long as they're still asleep. Can't count on that with someone in the tomb already, though."

"Do you think they'll have woken the draugr?"

Shrug. "Could go either way, really. A native wouldn't, but a native probably wouldn't have picked a barrow to hide in in the first place."

"It's an odd tradition..."

"What is?"

"The draugr, and everything around them."

"If you're not used to it, I guess."

Small smile. "It's a fascinating system. Something I want to learn more about."