Yukimura nodded and kicked his horse into a gallop, heading back for Whiterun. Once they reached home, Yukimura dismounted his horse and led it to the private stables. It was a little after dawn and the sun was rising quickly, making it a few hours away from midday.
Megohime had ditched her 'sultry maiden' outfit for her typical glass armor, rolling her neck as she rode her horse through the mountains on her way towards Windhelm, then Winterhold. "I'm never drinking that much again.." She muttered, head throbbing. She looked at all the goods she had strapped to her horse saddle that ranged from gold statues, bags of gems, bags of gold, expensive weapons and then there were Masamune's six swords. Drawing one, she looked it over, frowning. "These blades are so odd... I've never seen anything like it before..."