Professional Opinions (Llathala|Brethyn)
Brethyn was quickly reaching the point all travelers come to when forced to share a week-long wagon ride with four chickens, two goats, three hyperactive human children, and a dog that quite clearly had only one urge on its mind. So when they pulled in to the stables of Markarth, Brethyn took the first opportunity he got to give his polite excuses and thank the farmer before falling in with the crowds of miners flowing into the city.
The first order of business required a second professional opinion, and for that, he would need the Temple. After receiving directions from a hawker (but only after a purchase, naturally), Brethyn was staring up the foot of a distinctly steep flight of steps. Perhaps if he just lobbed his legs off at the knees as an offering, whichever god this temple was devoted to would give him the answers he needed?
Hmph. Not likely, with these Aedric gods.