“Every last piece of armor I wear and every last weapon I wield is carefully enchanted to best suit my purpose. The Divines have placed me in a seemingly precarious role as the Dragonborn of legend, but I don’t believe they have faltered. My physical strength and endurance are indeed lacking, but I have quickly learned to use my mind to make up for such shortcomings, especially when I am unable to complement my own abilities with those of my friends and allies.
Syrabane has blessed me with an intricate understanding of the arcane, and Zenithar has bestowed the gift of craftsmanship upon me. I suppose I should give credit to Moranwe as well for her patience with me as I learned the art. I have grown since, and damn near perfected my enchantments…and with such knowledge at my disposal, I fear very little of this world and perhaps even beyond.”
