epioles.
“Is that some sort of Bosmeri joke? I’m not having you follow me about like a rotten mutt. This is Thalmor business, and if you have any concept of respect in that shrunken, malformed head of yours you would leave, immediately.”
He scowled, thoroughly unimpressed with the persistent rodent halting him from his duties.
Shrunken, malformed head.
Did Aicerion have a list of different ways he could possibly insult Alligal? They were definitely getting moreout there, and certainly working.
Alligal, however, like a stubborn dog, stayed where he stood, grumbling.
“What if I told you of some Talos hideouts?”













