Duskfire Glacier and the boy becomes a man

"i've left winterhelm for good. can't say for how long i've wandered, but i certainly didn't expect my feet to carry me here." he speaks with a wistful cadence, syllables soft and rolling. as if he is the same daydreaming boy faust once knew.

but he is taller now, broader, muscle rippling subtly beneath his sleek coat. he has not quite grown into himself, but he has begun.

"is this your home? you smell of others."

of men and of women alike. does he lead an army here? kaelith sorely hopes not. he left the bloodshed behind with winterhelm.