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FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Brónach
RECIPIENT: Open
WHAT: Goods and services trading
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Kirkwall; in and around the Gallows
NOTES: ooc post for dragon shout log + dragon shout log will go up soonish.

I have a need of certain items as well as assistance with something...something you can speak to me privately about, I don't know how to stop everyone hearing things on this yet. I'm willing to trade services of my own or goods for these; I'm a talented smith of many years from hide and leather through any metals, glass, bone or tusk - the last two are best for bows, we're known for making the finest bows you'd ever have a hand on. I've hunted since childhood so if it's meat for your own larder or a pelt to do what you will with or whatever other parts, I can supply those.

The assistance would need to be somewhere not the city. Somewhere private. Quiet. There's no danger to you, I only wish to see how greatly arriving through a rift may have changed me. The second is where I might come by a still. [And there's a pause, verging on awkward. She knows.] For milk. And somewhere the still might be put to not offend or be disturbed.

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I can offer help. ...And I believe I've failed to get your name twice now.

It's what we spoke about. In Nevarra. I looked at a map or two here so somewhere with less people would-- If it still happens. [She doesn't know. Doesn't know if she wants it to. Doesn't know what it means. Destiny's not a thing you slip on or off like a cloak.] It's Brónach, think I get called that here more than I ever did…

[Elf. Dragonborn. Thief. Listener. Companion. Harbinger. Nightingale. Thane. Ysmir. Dovahkiin. More slip through her fingers as time does from the wings of Alduin-Akatosh, another thing to get better at again.]

The shouting? I'm interested in seeing it, too, so I'd be glad to give you assistance.

And I'm Anders.

Most of the shouts I liked most weren't things you saw; what good is fire breathing if you don't want the draugr to see you?

And you're not a priest, are you? [A lazy forgetful fuck of a priest leaving the amulet that grants him his power in the crypt with the walking skeletons like a lazy forgetful fuck.]

I'm no priest, [he says with a snicker.] The religious people in Thedas are... not fans of mine, and I am not fans of many of them.

As far as the other question, fair enough. I suppose you're not wanting to set the draugr on fire. I'd still like to join you. Where am I coming?

One god and his prophet here, I forget that, there's much to remember. Each people of Skyrim has many gods for many things, only one exists in each and every one. Many priests and priestesses for different things. Even the outlawed god in Skyrim still has his priests.

[Her conception of time is split into three after all, even keeping her own world straight is a difficult task.]

What I do when I'm not killing dragons doesn't lend itself to fire or frost. Leave that to the mages who sank half of Winterhold into the sea. [Proof that no matter where you go, shit happens and half of Winterhold is in the frozen fucking sea.] Sundermount seems best. No one seems to live there, when I hunted the mountains seemed sturdy enough that the force won't disturb them. Might disturb anything that does show up - are you capable?

[Outlawed god with priests. Now there's something interesting, but he'll ask later. Right now there's the matter of shouts.]

I'm quite capable. I'm both healer and combat mage, and I've been up Sundermount more than a few times and encountered a lot of what it has to offer. Giant spiders especially. When will you be ready? ...And what does a god have to do to be outlawed?

[Okay, maybe his curiosity got the better of him after all.]

Nothing like a thunderbug? I'm used to spiders, alchemists never minded trading for the venom either. [Use all the parts you can, the Bosmer way of life.]. Once the snow breaks here, i have some supplies to make for myself first since the rift separated me from my pack.

Talos was a man. He was Tiber Septim once until he died because that's what men do, and before Lorkhan trickster we didn't. He united all Tamriel into one Empire. [Funny how she can make those same words sound like: once there was a man who made a great mistake.] When so great a man died, Ysmir Dragon of the North same as I was called far later in time the Eight Divines made space for him. God of things men love, hold themselves great at: war, governance, the hero-god of man. It was a man thing, save the Trickster they gnash their teeth over most of us ignored him.

Until the Aldmeri Dominion had their say. Until they had their first war with the Empire. The Thalmor who instigated it and the treaty said Talos was a man, a man couldn't become divine so no, Talos was no god, so no you cannot worship him. And then that sowed the seeds for the bitterness in the civil war.

[Easy to shrug at it. She who wears his title about her now, who tasted the breath of the firstborn of time yet still lives to speak of it. Beloved of the bones of the earth where so many lie dead, dying, ground to meal and dust and finest sand.]

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