There was something about the parks here that reminded him of his home, perhaps that is why he decided to come to them so frequently. It brought him a small sense of peace which he had rarely found in his long life.
It had been a few days since his time helping the large Knight with his Darkness problem. Now, he was simply relaxing underneath a tree, reading a book; 'Purloined Shadows.' A gift from his dear Cyran after his return home following Alduin's defeat. It was a cherished possession, and even after 3,800 years it was in pristine condition.
Erandur blinked as he felt the pressure of Higgs' teleportation near by. He wasn't a fan of being 'ported on, but given how nice the folks were around here, he didn't pay it much mind. Slowly closing his book, he turned his head toward the man, a small smile on his face.