"Granny Folsi! How are you?"
Most excellent, besides coming home to a cold hearth and dust everywhere. So much for paying some of the local girls here to tidy up while I was away! Iāll be having a talk with their mothers for this, Iām thinking.
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"Granny Folsi! How are you?"
Most excellent, besides coming home to a cold hearth and dust everywhere. So much for paying some of the local girls here to tidy up while I was away! Iāll be having a talk with their mothers for this, Iām thinking.

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Come pester Granny.
Tea Time
Somehow, the Argonian did smiling back at the Dunmer. In his life there were Dark Elves that earned his respect, and care. Folsi was one of those. He walked on in caring to duck underneath the door in fear of his own horns and spines on his head from getting caught.Ā āSure thingā he told her setting his cloak on a rack, looking over at a cat that seemed very intelligent or appeared to be. He turned away heading to find a place to sit.Ā āHow have you been?ā Truly, it felt like ages.
āWell enough. Iāve only recently come back from a bit of a sabbatical.ā Folsi said, bustling through the front of her shop, crowded as always with odd paraphernalia for her work. A kettle was whistling already by the fire, true to her word, and she soon found a set of mugs for them to drink from.Ā āIām in good health and spirits now that Iām home.ā
Picking up a wooden box that she used to store her tea leaves, she glanced at him.Ā āAnd yourself?ā Folsi took a quick moment to shoo the cat away from one of the chairs by the fire, earning a reproachful look from the creature.Ā āSit already, donāt stand on ceremony. Tell me how things have been with you.ā

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Shaping up to be a good morning! High time I get some seeds planted, my stocks are running low.
Rumor of a Prodigal Apprentice
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āAh, you went to that short fetcher from Kynesgrove, yea? Thatās no Stormcloakās work.ā Two mer were seated on a stoop, apparently engaged in the mysterious task of changing the shorterās bandages. The speaker peers down at the stitches, which barely peek over the ridge of his shoulder, with wide eyes and a slack jaw. āMm, the Reni boy. Nevah would'a bet them snakesād birth a quality leech. Owe mā life to him- OOW! The fuckāre you doing?! Thatās tender!ā āYour brainās tender! JustĀ hold still!āĀ The taller mer curses under his breath as he tries to re-work the bandages. āD'you think heās still there? Iām shit at this!ā āWe ainā got the gold ta pay him even if he was. Only got this stitched cuz he was good enough ta take half price ān a trade.ā The shorter mer grumbles, glancing up briefly to scowl at the crowds. The sulky manner disappears entirely when he catches sight of Granny, eyes lighting up as he waves his good arm at her. āGranny! Can you slap a word'a sense inna this fetcher? Heās the worse medic this side of the barracks!āĀ
The old Dunmer couldnāt watch for much longer, having been taking the time to see just how the mer would do with what she saw as a simple task. She shakes her head as she approaches, soon shooing the taller mer away from the stoop he sat on.Ā āI wonāt be wasting words, but I can take a look at that if youād let me.ā
With steady hands, careful of the still sore wound, Granny Folsi removes the old bandages. As she works to replace them, she takes note of the meticulous sutures on the merās arm and shoulder. Fine work, better than mostādefinitely not the product of the ham-fisted mer trying to replace the otherās bandages.Ā āBeen injured recently, eh?ā
She tightens the clean bandages, just enough to keep them firmly in place, before patting the shorter merās hand.Ā āThere. Best find another to change your bandages though. The one who stitched you up canāt, Iām guessing?ā
Tea Time
The war was well over. In fact Kii-Nam couldnāt believe it himself despite how sore he was. But there was time to ponder that later.Ā
Instead he stood at the door of a familiar face in which he had missed for sometime, one despite how vague she was in his own past had left enough of an impact. The soldier knocked several times upon the cottage of Granny Folsi as she was known, awaiting for the invitation to come on.Ā
The several knocks set the crow off, which in turn set the cat off, the animals raising a ruckus as they always did when someone was at the door. Folsi took some time in answering, and by the time she did, she was trying to brush away stray feathers that always, always managed to land on her in the uproar.
She pulled open the door and took a moment to see who was there, but her wrinkled face split into a wide smile to see the Argonian there.Ā āKii-Nam! Come in, come in--itās been ages, friend.ā Quickly, Granny Folsi ushered him inside.Ā āYou know to make yourself comfortable. Came right in time too, Iāve got a kettle on to boil.ā

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Glad to see you're here, I suppose you and I have some catching up to do. Tea?
Hm. You sure you can stomach my tea? I could be brewing a kettle from nightshade or deathbells, for all that you know.
"Thanks for the soup, dare I ask what you put into it?"
Oho, itās my soup youāll question, but not the potions I brew?Ā
Granny, I slept with a Khajiit and now I have a rash down there. What should I do?
Besides coming to me and getting a few creams that might help with that little problem? Iād suggest you start looking after your own health. Thereās things worse than rashes, bucko, poxes among them. And get help if you think you need it! A moment of embarrassment is better than losing a nose, thatās how I see it.
Where have you been, Granny?
Hither and yon, as they like to say. A coven came calling and this time the gathering was in Solstheim, of all places. And lucky Granny gets to play nursemaid to backbiting witches still cutting their teeth...troublesome lot, they were, but there were plenty full of piss and vinegar. Iād like to see how they turn out.
Not that it was all bad, mind you. I found some likely lad to take me around when I wasnāt too busy with coven business, got to see some of the sights around the island. Nothing quite like playing tourist, is there? I even picked me up some souvenirs, and they look quite nice on the shelves now that Iām home.
Come pester Granny.

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"I wonder now, with Ulfric now dead...how do you think Windhelm will shape up?"
āIād be lying if I said I expected much change.ā Granny Folsi confessed.Ā āAttitudes in these parts didnāt just crop up because he was Jarl. Weāll get a few new taxes, the guards around Windhelm might be a bit sharper coming into the Grey Quarter--maybe even to the docks to watch over more than just cargo, but...ā
She sighed and rolled her shoulders in a half-hearted shrug.Ā āAsk me again after Free-Winter has been Jarl for a year, eh? Weāll see then.ā
āDo you pity them?ā
āPityās for them what wonāt roll up their sleeves to help.ā Granny Folsi chewed the stem of her pipe in thought.Ā āAnd Iād rather not waste it where it isnāt wanted. How do you feel about it though? Girl like yourself, got some sort of opinion on it all.ā