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❝ It’s a peace offering. ❞
"Oh?” Halldis glanced at the item in his hands, then back up at his face, brows furrowed. Asar did not strike her as the sort to get tangled up in disputes and such. But, she supposed, from time to time, it couldn’t be avoided, “Is someone giving you trouble?”
❝ I saw a wisp. ❞
“Did you really?” Halldis’ eyes widened. It was silly, considering how dangerous they could be, but she was a little jealous, “I’ve been all over Skyrim and I’ve never seen one! Where was it? Did you see the wispmother too?”
“My brother has his sword, I have my mind... and magic.”
“What sort of magic?” she asked, head tilting slightly, “I always wanted to learn spells and such but I haven’t the skill for it. My grandmother was a healer, but...seems she didn’t pass that along to me.”
“My brother has his sword, I have my mind... and magic.”
[Meme]
“Hm. Having a clear mind and fast reactions may come in handy if someone is coming at your with a sword, but having steel in your hand can never go amiss,” the Khajiit ran her fingers along the leather that strapped her sword to her side. “A quick mind or good magic cannot always stop a blade through your gut.”
"It’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right."
The Khajiit frowned, eyes focused on the pair of Stormcloaks leaving town before returning to brushing Ghost’s coat.
“And yet people still make uniforms for those dedicated to their cause. Least it makes them easy to pick out of a crowd.”
“I thought you were going in for a hug.”
“Oh...um...” Halldis took a step back, and shook her head, “N-No...you just had some grass and things stuck to your robes...did you fall?”
"'One by one they follow, drowning in the sea.' The rest of the poem is sad..."
‘Because that part was all smiles and sunshine.’
Rosie’s sarcasm wasn’t mirrored by all of the crew, however. Although Oran began an immediate recital of his own poetry, and Luca gave a long, pointed yawn, Braskan sniffed and tilted his bottle against his lips, draining the last of the sujamma. As he sagged back into his chair he said,
‘Ah, don’ tell us any more’f it, sera, ‘s sad ‘nuff already. Gi’ us a happier one. Gi' us a song.’
"It’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right."
Luca, apparently unimpressed by the sentiment, scoffed and juggled a rock between her hands.
‘Like all them priests, you mean? Goin’ round in their robes, tellin’ everybody they’re right ‘cause their gods said so. Sure, I see what you mean.’
