It was an unexpectedly warm day in Whiterun when you followed Vilkas out to the training yard. Today marked a significant moment: your initiation into the Companions. But before you could officially join their ranks, you had to prove your worth by sparring with Vilkas. The prospect wasn’t exactly thrilling; Vilkas didn’t seem particularly eager to engage with you and had an air about him that suggested he might just make this a tough test.

Vilkas turned to you, drawing his longsword from his back with a practiced motion. “The old man wants to see what you’ve got,” he said, assuming a fighting stance. “Let’s get this over with. Just show me a few swings so I can assess your form. Don’t worry, I can handle it.” His lips curled into a faint, self-assured smirk as he prepared for the challenge.