9th of Frostfall, 4E 201
My business with Namira is done, done!
The moment I left Reachcliff Cave, I keeled over and retched in the grass. My Gods, Brother Verulus, I’m so sorry.
I tossed the daedra’s ring down the same hole as Molag Bal’s mace.
I hate Markarth.
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