A butcher, a baker, a dunmer in too deep

"Ah, sadly baking is a large part of the job. We have to wake up every morning to do it and it'd take much, much too long to learn it all from scratch." 

Must be literate and speak the common language.  

Would anyone.. like to plot? ;u; )) 

The Dwemer womer nodded in agreement. "/ It was a rather nice day. I received a puzzle from Aralin. And while it's extremely simplistic by Dwarven standards I've been pretending to struggle with it. I know she appreciates it. /" She chuckled and smiled with a shake of her head. "/ The next time we head towards the tower I do have a gift for Key.. But he's going to have to wait a week or two until we go that way again. /"

Siol looked at the small scar across her stomach. "/Ah, yes. I got this scar from my son, Kyzmo./" She traced a finger over the line. "It was a difficult labor, he was breech and got stuck. So they opted for a Cesarean removal. It wasn't the best of circumstances, but he was very much worth it../"  She drew a breath for a moment, looking a mixture of sad and thoughtful. "/Oh! But I'm sure that wont happen to you. births are normally much more mundane./"