I am Harbinger.
Advisor to the bunch that was known to be drunken louts, mercenaries with honour and the finest warriors in all of Skyrim. Harbinger of the Companions.
Idonia couldn’t wrap her mind around it just yet. But the Circle seemed accepting of her - and that made her feel better. It made her feel up to the task at hand.
"You will lead us, Idonia, and you will lead us well. For the Harbingers of old have never failed in seeing the strength of their successors," Aela said, "What shall we do now?"
Idonia looked up at the Skyforge quietly. The armor she now wore was forged from its fires, and crafted from Kodlak’s very soul. It was an armor befitting of the Harbinger. “We triumph,” she said simply, “In our victory. And then… we will live. For all our Shield-Siblings who have gone before us.”
Aela quirked an eyebrow as the Harbinger turned to face her. “And we will drink.”
She laughed. “That’s more like it. Let us go.”
A new chapter had begun.