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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.

If you've need of my aid, you can have it. This sounds interesting, at least.

[As for the rest:]

I bet you could find a still in Lowtown or if you're brave enough, Darktown. In either case, someone always wants to drink enough to forget they live there. I'd try the markets before venturing underground; you never know what you might catch, down there.

I'm all for a still, like, trust me, but--for milk?

I can ... procure some items for you if you need it. And I know a few smuggler's caves on the coast if you really need someplace private. They haven't been used in months.

What do you craft of glass?

[ good glasswork's rare, a valuable thing. ]

When you have acquired materials, the Gallows do not lack for space. I should be interested to hear of your results, upon both counts —

[ private ]

And if there is assistance that I might render, of course, I am at your disposal.

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.]

It has to be out of the way of other people. If it works. Don't know what going through a rift means for it.

[How changed am I, how much of me is left. The Fade and the dreamsleeve because she doesn't sleep well even with the beast blood purged, restless shut up in the Gallows so there are books, and books, and books for the reading. How do you escape it?]

There's nothing here that I haven't met a cousin of or worse in Skyrim. But it's a long way to go for a thing I need to check on if the weather is so shit here people can't cope. For something they might...object to. The Nords would be laughing - would your people be laughing at this, Skadi-not-a-Nord?

We ferment it. For drinking, no thunderbugs outside Valenwood so I can't make what I want but if I can get pig's milk I'd make Jagga. [A lifetime since Jagga it seems, an ache in her that comes crawling up and out; you ran, you left, you are gone. And yet--] Ferments same as mead or ale.

Just a still, anyone who sells milk cheap to an elf and rifter. I can do the milk myself but if you know a pig farmer it'd be a start. [If she can get enough pig's milk, what milk do they get here that's cheap enough for her hands? Maybe she can go look appropriately sisterly to these Dalish, bother those stupid deer and see what happens.] Cave won't work for what I'm doing, and not a place a smuggler was squating. Somewhere open, I think I might have those on a map but not a cave.

[Bosmer rifter kills Inquisition members by shouting the roof down on them, that'd go well.]

Whatever needs crafted. Malachite is glass smithing so there were weapons, armour, but I put the windows in my home once too, same as hinges on the doors, beds, chests. [Practical pragmatic living when you're a thief who really would kind of like some sort of belonging again. Never say no to the requests someone might have of you.]

You might hear of the complaints, it's been-- [a laugh, bitter and choked] a year or two but I know that Jagga was an acquired enough taste no merchant ever traded in it.

private;
A place outside the city with little footfall. I could do things, haven't tried since I showed up since it was in one strange city then another but I'd like to know with others here to witness it. Might be of interest to you given where you sit.

[Head of the Forces might have an interest in it. Might also want to put her head on the block with a gag in her mouth. Alduin won't be coming to disrupt time for Brónach this time if she ends up where she was before.]

Fer...fermented milk. That--that just sounds like spoiled milk at that point?

But uh I got a friend who might be able to get you some specifics about still parts. Or like--actually making it might take some doing, but if you need the hard numbers behind it, Cosima might be able to help.

Didn't exactly pack the old still with me when we moved across the sea. Sure hope someone's taking good care of it back there, cuz it might, uh, otherwise have exploded--none of that's important, except for making booze that isn't ale and wine, haven't really had a good chance to start that back up.

Oh! Well that's dead easy. I can get you a goat if you want. Better milk than pig's. You'll want a good still for ...whatever you're doing with the milk, and I can get those both from the alienage.

[What the Maker was she making? Fancy cheeses? Anyways.]

AH! .... then you'll want to head up the Sundermount.

There's a difference. How do you think cheese happens? It's fermented too, just differently to this, even a giant can make cheese with nothing but skin and tusk to hold it.

[Don't ask the Bosmer about dairy, she arrived with one food item and it was an illegal amount of mammoth cheese in her pockets, it's still good.]

If she can point me with that, there's a lot I could make if we get the raw materials - I'm a smith, I smithed whatever someone needed me to. Elves can't be picky. [Less bitterness about that than you'd hear around these parts, it didn't come with a name they like to toss around in Thedas.] Did you plan to open a tavern before this?

Milk from a pig is what we use for Jagga. If I have to I'll use something else but it's always pig.

[She's making drink that she can drink because she's been sober enough for a long time, that one time with a daedra notwithstanding.]

Mountains. Of course, mountains, it would always be mountains. No dragons in these mountains are there?

... Well all right, I can get you a pig to rent for ... pig milk. How much can you spare? Food, coin, maybe fresh clothes?

Nah, all the dragons are in the mine. Not sure how many are left ... or if there are any left honestly.

Honestly? As long as its potent, my people would appreciate it more likely than not. The only brews we have the sense to avoid are the dwarven ones, but everyone knows not to drink that shite. You do what you will, Bronach.

I have a camp at the foothills of the mountains nearby. That's out of the way of other people by design. We can meet up, and I'll show you the way.

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 was meaning this weather, not the drink. Mead smells like goat piss with honey mixed in as if that's going to change that it's piss. [But there's no rancor in her voice, aiming for a joke but falling flat. A person who finds confinement grating very thin already.] Nords have snows and ice worse than this all year, no one complains.

How sturdy are the mountains there?

[There's a breath, long, slow. An attempt to hold her temper.] Does it take only one vine to make wine? I need the name of a farmer or farmers with pigs who'll sell me milk. I already said what payment is so clothing is of fur, hide, or leather. The meat is whatever I might hunt but you'd cook it yourself.

Dragons in mines...they must be small dragons. Though the dragons here sound but a shadow of those I left behind, they'd be no problem when they know what death is.

Aye, and neither do the Avvar. The weather isn't anything to complain about, it's a challenge. That's what the lowlanders never understand, and why my people thrive in the Frostbacks. Live there, and you can live through anything.

I haven't encountered any avalanches, if that's what you mean. Other than that, we can find out!

[...Oooooh right. There is an embarrassed cough.] Yeah, I know a few elven farmers outside Kirkwall. They'll take all those. I can take you out to them.

They were! Except their mum - apparently their mum was one of the big ones.

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?

My dude, I have no idea how cheese happens. Something about mold, I think? It's easier just to not think about it when you stuff your face with it.

I--yeah, I kinda wanted to open a place. Rifter friendly. You kinda see that less around here. Sssstuff happened. As it does. Someday, maybe! When shit's not fucked. [Super eloquent, Church.]

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?

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