The next day, first thing after breakfast, I grab my gear and head out to the Jorrvaskr training yard. If yesterday’s hunting trip demonstrated anything, it’s that I definitely need to practice my hunting skills. The last thing I want is to be at the mercy of another malevolent moose.
I was hoping I’d have the yard to myself, but several of the Companions are here ahead of me — specifically Farkas, Vilkas, and Skjor. I haven’t seen much of Skjor yet as he seems to keep to himself, but he’s one of the elders and very much respected within the ranks. Great. So now most of the veteran Companions are about to witness my ineptitude with basic weaponry. I almost turn around and go right back inside, but that’s not going to help me next time I have to face down an angry beast.