The Dragonborn stepped out into the Cyrodiil side of the border post. He immediately saw a horse stabled nearby and walked over to him. He allowed the Dragonborn to touch him, smooth his mane, and seemed to take an immediate liking to the Dragonborn. The Dragonborn thought to himself, “I have no idea how long the trip into Bruma is from here, so maybe I’ll borrow the horse, ride it to Bruma and have one of the guards there return it to Stultus.
The Dragonborn left some gold coins on top of the nearby barrels. He thought to himself, “Stultus, consider it a loaner’s fee until its returned. I’ll have the guard or whoever returns it to you bring you some more on gold coins on deliver back to this location. He then raised his foot into the stirrup, lifted himself up, and began to ride the trail down towards what he supposed would be another checkpoint before Bruma.
He came to a spot as he the trail continued to descend, stopped at a strange rock that rose up out of the snow and appeared as a dragon watching over the land. He remembered, “When I first came through here, there was no gate, no office for the border post nor guards. It was here for some reason that the Greybeards had called out to him, “Dovahkiin”. Both Rigmor and he heard the call and felt it rumble through the valleys around him
He continued on then came up on the approach of the original gate and guard post into Cyrodiil and the cities within. He would never forget this place as it was where he had to explain to Rigmor why he could not continue on with her. He knew he broke her heart that day and never forgave himself for having done it. From there you could see the Imperial City, seat of the Emperor and true power of Tamriel far off into the valleys below.
He sat there as the cold winds blew hard through the channels of the mountains into his face. He held his eyes closed in mediation for a moment, while behind him stood a memory so full of promise. One that he had shattered into pieces as he stood there watching Rigmor make her last journey to Bruma and home.
When he arrived at the old post, he dismounted the horse and walked over to where he and Rigmor rested and she spoke about the bright future ahead together. How she would show him so many new things, and they would live happily ever after, at least that is what Rigmor thought.
The Dragonborn stood there and the memories of all that had occurred in those last moments together here at this place flooded through him. He could still hear her talking about how wonderful it would be for them to share in a new life together in Cyrodiil. For Rigmor, this was a sort of promise and a better tomorrow that she believed in so much. He thought to himself with tears rolling out of his eyes and falling through the air to hit the snow around him. “Oh Rigmor, forgive me for the pain I had to deliver that day. Find grace in your heart to let me back in when I return.” He then thought, “its’ getting late, maybe I should retire here for the evening then begin the rest of the journey into Bruma starting tomorrow morning.”
The night was peaceful except for his dreams, the events of those last moments haunted him while he slept. He knew that seeing her again would be hard on them both. Too much had passed between them for it to become forgotten because of the simple passing of time.