It's been a couple months since you broke things off with Farkas. Four months, to be exact.

He wasn't fully aware of what breaking up really was, not when you let him down so gently. But when you stopped coming around to Jorrvaskr and he saw less of you, it started to add up in his head. By god, you aren't his anymore.

Catching you at a local bar wasn't intentional, but it was sure damn lucky of him. "Can we talk?" he gulps, that's not his strong suit. "About us," he adds, sipping his mead.