George sighes, and begins to walk away.
"Wuld."
He flies forward 50 feet, and lands on the ground, and continues walking.
Lydia looks at Four, "There goes the Thane of Whiterun. There goes the last of the dragonborn, forced to never live out his destiny..."
She begins to follow George.
Diane smiles, and begins messing around with the box some more.