Fucking dreams. Fucking Thalmor. Fucking rebels. Fucking border patrols. Fucking dragons.
She lost her good knife and down she's jogging down the riverside hoping that she doesn't get roasted from above and that the sky is light enough by the time she gets to Town-what's-its-name that the gates will be open. And that it hasn't been burned down. And that no other survivors have beaten her there and rallied the guard to execute her on sight.
So Elerki's day is going great, thanks, how are you?
She's definitely going to set some kind of record for travel time between Falkreath and Whiterun.
As expected.
Maellys unfortunately doesn't know this area, so doesn't know precisely where to look for the barrow's entrance.
Barrow entrances are usually stone, dome-shaped. Might be standing stones to mark the path.
If the paths were ever paved or wide enough they might still be used as game trails, too.
It takes them a bit - and more than a few false leads - but eventually Maellys spots a likely entrance.
That would be ideal.
There may be puzzle locks they'll have to get by too, depending on where their contact has holed themselves up. Usually these are fairly straightforward, just meant to stop the draugr from wandering out or between areas they shouldn't rather than serious defenses.
Some doors need keys, but those ones are usually nearer to a settlement where the keyholder would live or used to live.
They can backtrack and go looking if they run into one they can't get past, then.
There's some sign of recent human activity not too far into the tomb, before any locked doors or guardians. Disturbed dust, soot from a torch on the wall, that sort of thing. The trail seems to be pointing towards a side room.
Birgitta shouldn't enter at the same time as Maellys, she believes, so they don't run as high a risk of both getting caught in the same trap.
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