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Vigor is very patient by his nature. It would have to be some sort of emergency for him to become impatient. Irnvar instilled patience in the brothers by telling them they could have taffy, but they had to wait. Any boy who tried to take the taffy before being told would have their hand smacked away (extra chores if they tried it twice.)

Eponis has no strong political opinions and holds no allegiances aside from connections with the Thieve’s Guild. Though she may be Imperial, she cares little for them aside from benefits to trade routes. She does not trust the Thalmor however and refuses to work with them, firstly because she grew up in occupied Hammerfell and secondly because they could easily kill her if she made herself a ‘lose end’. If she were made to think about it, she could empathize with the Stormcloaks, since she doesn’t feel the Empire could protect Skyrim after renouncing their claim on Hammerfell.

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“I’ve been meanin’ ta go down there, my dorm doesn’t like the spells I use ta help me get through all my readin’ – too loud,” mused Plava. “At tha time I didn’t understand the reward, I just knew people were bein’ hurt and helpin’ Meridia was second to that. There was a necromancer usin’ Dawnbreaker to raise the undead who perished in this damn war – but they were so disrespected – why, I couldnae even see an expression on their faces – they were so burnt ‘n desecrated,”

“The power of this thing raised some mean corruptions, an that fella – Malkoran – weren’t nothin’ to scoff at, but by the time I had managed to scrape out alive, Meridia took me into her embrace the second I took the token out of the pedestal he ruined to direct its charge ta his ….projects,” she grimaced. “Maybe, iffunya don’t mind, ya could explore it with me? No pressure, it could be dangerous but – well, if yer curious, an I’m curious, we could make some time afterward,”

The food was ordered next and wolfed down heartily. “I heard Tolfdir say there’s a student down there, but he didn’t seem ta wanna talk about it, an the Archmage doesn’t like us ta go down there or ask bouts it– umm, well, when people tell ya not to do something….” A mischievous smile on her face as she trailed off. That usually meant

Plava gave a hearty sort ofgiggle before smushing both of her sheeks with her hands and cooing at theoffending kisser.