He put it on, including the matching shoes with nowfive inch heels.Just like with the uniform, he thought about rebelling with the meal.It crossed his...mind to cook them egg and chips, but his pride in hiscooking wouldn't let him. He prepared a normal three course meal pluscheeseboard. He was in the kitchen when he heard Erica arrive home,talking to someone as they came in. He waited until she called him andwas humiliated to find Christine there with his wife."I put another two bottles of. There was a guy sitting next to her, but he had been obscured by a computer screen. His eyes got bigger, the second he noticed Sandra walking towards them. Sandra thought that he had to be close to his forties already. He had black hair, but it had thinned out at the front. And his eyes had a few wrinkles in the corners. However, for the rest, he looked rather fit and also well dressed."Let me introduce you to Rick," Nicole said and motioned towards the guy sitting next to her. "Rick, this is. But one of you must get to Solitude, so can your friend there help us with that?” I moved from the shadows, and I saw his eyes open wide. “By the Eight, what is that you’re wearing, friend? I’m a smith and I’ve never seen armor or weapons like that before.” Hadvar looked at me as well, since I was no longer wearing what he’d last seen me wearing.“Armor and weapons like this are one reason why you never see dragons anymore. Forged from the scales and bones of dragons, these were.”“By Ysmir, that. It's a dance that I'm learning. There are no instructions. The only map lies inside you and the tune is there waiting to be unearthed.The rhythms are all instinct here, your breath serving as the metronome that determines how fast and hard to go, when to ease back, when to catch you off guard with speed. The tempo rises, not quite a crescendo yet, but signalling that the only possible things to come are either escalation or a full stop. They say it's the hidden ones, the notes that you never.