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They made camp inside the ancient inn, making a fire in the main hall and keeping their sleeping furs near it for warmth.

The inside was relatively free of snow, save for small mounts by the broken windows and by the doorway.

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Sometime into the night, Rigmor had the watch. He was playing a low tune on his lute, playing the notes to Across the Glades He Rode.

Gwen was laying in her sleeping furs. Her eyes were closed, but she was still awake having just turned over the watch to the Nord. She listened to him play the song. A lovely melody. The Falmeri arts had deteriorated quite a lot since their purge in the Merethic Era. Few singers and musicians when they were so few and trying to survive. As she listened to his song, he began to murmur some lyrics.

"Across the glades he rode in the Skyrim of old." Rigmor sang lowly so as not to wake the others.

However as he progress in the song it began to echo weirdly through the inn for a few moments, then the Nord stopped singing and the song went back to normal. Though when Gwen opened her she saw that Rigmor was no longer playing his lute, the song was playing on its own.

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Rigmor had stopped playing as soon as he spotted the ghostly Atmoran playing with him.

A large ghost, strong and bearded was holding an ancient lute and playing the same tune that Rigmor had been.

''He didn't notice that I stopped yet. ''Rigmor thought and began to slowly put his lute down so he could grab his Battleaxe.

As he touched the battleaxe, the ghost finished playing and said. "A wonderous song, kinsmen." He spoke the common tongue of Tamriel, though his accent was so heavy it was hard to make out the words nonetheless.

"You speak Tamriellic?" Rigmor was surprised.

"Tamriellic? Is that what the elves call their tongue now? We used to call it Merethic after their land to the south across the sea." The ghostly Atmoran replied. "I learned it when travelling the colonies in Mereth, it's quite the easy tongue to pick up. Tell me, what is that song called?"

Rigmor was still a bit confused, but he played along for now. "Across the Glades He Rode."

"Of course. It is good to hear a tale of this Era's history." He said. "Even after all this time, the Sonaan are still alive and well. It brings joy to my heart. Did you write this song yourself?"

Rigmor nodded. "I learned it at the Bard's College in Solitude."

"I am not familiar with this Solitude." The Atmoran said. "Either way I thank you for the song, I will remember it and carry on the tale." The ancient Skald finally introduced himself. "Zu'u los Ragnarr Lingrahvum fron. Genazend wah grind vorey do dii zir."

"Medven. Zu'u los Rigmor." He replied. He's a Longbeard, that was Aenar's original clan?