“You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”
[Prompt]
The necromancer frowned at the womer’s remark, but eventually let out a sigh of defeat. “No. I wasn’t taught much alchemy and I admit I’m a bit out of my element.”

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“You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”
[Prompt]
The necromancer frowned at the womer’s remark, but eventually let out a sigh of defeat. “No. I wasn’t taught much alchemy and I admit I’m a bit out of my element.”
"Who needs the bastard?"
[Prompt]
Bo had watched the guards question the womer, and in response to her outburst, he merely shrugged, completely at a loss for what to say.
"I’ve seen better. Well, maybe not."
“I’m sure you have....it’s a bit crooked,” Halldis admitted, frowning slightly as she examined the braid. She shrugged, and quickly tied off the end, then patted the horse on the rump, “It wouldn’t have been if he hadn’t moved so much.”
“Where did you get that?”
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"Hm? Oh, a friend had it made for me," Arlow replied, holding his arms out so the womer could see more of the cloak. "He believed I was in need of a new one."
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
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"No reason," Arlain replied with a shrug, well aware that she was off duty and thus there was nothing she could do - regardless of how suspicious she might be. "Have a nice day, miss."
"There’s no fool like a drunken fool."
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"Aye, that always seems to be the case," Bo agreed, frowning as he watched the man stumble and wobble his way through the streets. "At least he hasn’t been sic—"
The sound of heaving and splashing quieted Bo down and he looked away, clearing his throat awkwardly.
7. What was the economic status of their family?
They basically have been part of most social classes, at one point or another.
When they met and decided to have their own family, Avys and Ode were not particularly wealthy, although still part of the upper class. After settling down in Suran and taking care of their business, they rose and gathered a considerable wealth. While nowhere near nobles, their fortune was comfortable, and allowed them to live in luxury.
The, Avys was tricked by concurrents and rivals within House Hlaalu. His business and reputation ruined, they moved to Cheydinhal, still having enough savings to remain part of the middle class, and attempt to open a new store, begin a new life. It did not work however, and having invested a significant portion of their savings in this venture, they found themselves falling to the lower classes, and moved to Bravil.
With the assistance (less than legal) of their two oldest children, Ynnee and Aydel, the Hlaalu family got by, at first, before gradually saving more and more coin. It was clearly their goal to restore the family’s fortune and status, especially on Ynnee’s part, and eventually, they saved enough money to tempt returning to Morrowind and open another shop. It proved more modest, but successful, and until their death Avys and Ode lived comfortably, some coin contnuing to arrive from their elders.
poisonedvial:
Her lips twitch. “You’re a funny one. People must be brought to tears by that humor of yours.
“I would rather give you my gold. I’ve spent enough time getting my feet wet. What do you want for a stalk?”
"Regularly brought to their knees in sobs, in fact." A chuckle. "But yes, I see where you're coming from. Ten septims for a stalk is fair, then? A coin more than the shopkeep, since I'll need to go hunting myself for the final one later. But I need them dried, not fresh, so it can wait." Thank gods Nirnroot ceased their song upon being plucked, else she'd never keep them for long.
"What's your plan for it? Are you an alchemist as well, or planning on starting an unusual floral choir? ... That's another joke."