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[I know tarot decently enough :)]

Brethyn is ridiculously forgetful. Like ‘gets to his destination and realizes he left the key in his unlocked door’ level of forgetful. Rote memorization and muscle memory prevent this from interfering too greatly with his work, but all bets are off in his personal life. 

Brethyn was quickly reaching the point all travelers come to when forced to share a week-long wagon ride with four chickens, two goats, three hyperactive human children, and a dog that quite clearly had only one urge on its mind. So when they pulled in to the stables of Markarth, Brethyn took the first opportunity he got to give his polite excuses and thank the farmer before falling in with the crowds of miners flowing into the city. 

The first order of business required a second professional opinion, and for that, he would need the Temple. After receiving directions from a hawker (but only after a purchase, naturally), Brethyn was staring up the foot of a distinctly steep flight of steps. Perhaps if he just lobbed his legs off at the knees as an offering, whichever god this temple was devoted to would give him the answers he needed? 

The personal space one is good! I would rather not keep posting the same character with different shamings though, they can be funny but I would rather not do a follower more than once, sorry. (on Surana I did two because one was for a very good friend of mine) don't get mad please I'm just lazy and don't wanna draw her again unless I get desperate to draw something

A bitter wind was the best welcome expected from Skyrim. Even anticipating it, Aendir still found himself openly complaining about the weather. How barbarians could survive in such a climate was a mystery to him. Even more so then his presence in their country. 

The map in Aendir's hands had been twisted and turned trying to find direction. The paths were blanketed in snow, the path was barely visible, and with it continuing to fall his tracks were hidden. "Treacherous weather."