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[conjuredskies]

That wasn’t weather: that was a light fluffy blanket. If you trip over in the Jerralls you vanish in a puff of snow. One light frost and your advanced machines go to pieces.

I have an important question, though: how many ordinary people have I actually met? You know, as opposed to werewolves, or necromancers, or... weird things from another plane? Because while I like to think I’m pretty good at talking to all of those (well, some of them) it’d… be nice to know.

...Huh. You have a point. I do like surprises. I just like to give as well as receive, you understand?

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[damn_elves]

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[conjuredskies]

[...Perhaps he should learn to keep his mouth shut. At least until he learns to fake a Nord accent.]

[Probably not the time to try practicing right now. Save it for plan B.]

Uh... good day to you. Jarl Ulfric, isn't it?

[damn_elves]

Aye. Ulfric Stormcloak. Rightful King of Skyrim.

[conjuredskies]

[Another pause because he tries to be polite no matter who he faces but. There are limits. After all, he's not a sycophant for just anyone.]

Ah. Yes. I've heard about your claim. Forgive me, but there's a lot I don't understand about your customs in Skyrim...