[[for heals-all-wounds]] "Wedding Bells~"
Nor was well aware of Skyrim’s general unkindness to Argonians, as well as just how few of his kin he’d had the pleasure of meeting while in the province. So to suddenly be approached by one that was wearing an Amulet of Mara of all things. Well, needless to say it threw the normally quite collected assassin into a bit of a tizzy.
There’s a rather significant pause as he glances back at her, his mind racing for a moment. “It’s not…that I’m not flattered, miss, because I very much am. Just… Well, I’m afraid I don’t know very much about you.” Another pause. “If it’s all the same to you, could we possibly talk this over first?”











