You have killed Grelod and told Aventus you succeeded. He gives you a family heirloom, you thank him and leave.
A few days later, you recieve a mysterious letter - the sender did not tell the courier who they were.
You open the letter, hands shaking.
“We know”
You go to sleep early that night, skipping dinner. You weren’t hungry anyway. Your Housecarl asks you if you are feeling well, you just tell them to get out of your way, please, you’re tired.
You hope a long night of sleep will make you forget about the letter - who knows? What do they know? A shiver runs down your spine. You just hope it has nothing to do with that unfortunate night with Sanguine.
You drift off to sleep, and get that sweet, well-earned rest.
You wake up in an unfamiliar location. It is cold and damp and you’re still wearing the rags you use as sleepwear.
Your eyes open slowly, and you’re still blinded by the light and your own grogginess, but you can tell there’s someone sitting near you, blonde, observing every single one of your moves.
“Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.”
I’ve met people who like/don't like Martin, who like/don’t like Lucien, who like/don’t like Cicero, etc, but I’ve never met anyone who just. doesn’t like Baurus. everybody likes Baurus. if you hate Baurus??? consider yourself my enemy.
A blind Dunmer is sitting in a tavern when he suddenly pipes up. “Hey, anyone wanna hear a joke about a dumb Nord?”
The man next to the blind Dunmer speaks up, “Before you tell this joke, there’s a few things you need to know.”
“Sure,” says the Dunmer, “What’s that?”
“Well, for one thing, the bartender is a Nord.” the man says, “And so is the doorman. And the man next to you, he’s a Nord, too. And the two very large men in the corner by the door, they’re Nords, as well. In fact, I’m a Nord, too.” The man leans in really closely to the blind Dunmer. “So, you still want to tell that joke about a dumb Nord?”
The blind Dunmer cleared his throat and smiled, “Nah… not if I’m going to have to explain it 6 fetchin’ times!”
