Blasted thieves and their blasted mead – or however they called the concoction they had served us. I bolted awake with the first light streaming through the window of our room, a throbbing pain in my head and a disgusting, sour taste in my mouth. I felt sore all over, muscles taut and aching. Only…
His name was Harrald, he was the son of Falkreath’s smith, and he was the man of my dreams. At the age of 12 he was already nearly a man, and he was strong, strong enough to blow the bellows at his father’s forge for hours on end. He had fiery red hair that stood…
In the end our plan worked… well, like a charm would be exaggerated, considering that the Thalmor had a new number one on their “Most Wanted” list, but it worked and Delphine got what she needed. The party itself was the most ridiculous event I had ever attended – despite the majority of the guests…
“Like this.” Vilkas’ voice was flat and emotionless as he bent over the alchemy table. “Be careful not to damage it.” He held the abdomen of the insect between index and thumb of his left hand, pressed its head with the tip of a needle against the soft wooden board and fixated it with a…
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