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Back to Markath
Back to home I guess, well not like I missed it anyway.
Good old bloody stone Markath, as much I enjoyed my little freetime its time to go back the Temple (Sigh). Guards looking at me rather hostile, they ready to draw weapon, not sure why its just me.
Guard: Stop right there Reach bitch witch!
Gwynolda: These insult are getting better for each time(sigh), what is it this time? Why are you calling me an member of the Temple of Lady Dibella a witch?
Guard: You are under arrest filthy reachmen witch!
Gwynolda: For what?! What are you accussing me?
Guard: By using fool reach magic and maddening Ognar the Honorful, Thane of the Reach hold. Your foul magic caused him slaughtering and eating his entire household.
Gwynolda: Nonsense! I wasn't even in the city you can ask Skjoldr about that.
Guard: Mother Hamal the respected leader of the Temple was the witness and Skjoldr came barely alive..
Gwynolda: What?...It can't be...
Guard: Silence!! Off with the Cidhna mine with you wicked whore!
Gwynolda:...
They threw me here in the Cidhna mines the place where the unwanted reachmens go, regardless I am innocent they did not cared about that. A false accusation of the wretched snowman whore Hamal was enough to threw me out the temple and put me here. I knew she hated me, but never thought she go this far. My word against her, it don't stand a chance, who's word would believe they? Reachman girl? Or the long respected nord leader of the temple?(sigh)
Rotten Rags and Iron Chains, my new clothes from the loving city of Markath. They even take my amulet, the only thing what was truly mine, they replaced something more fitting in their eyes a collar. These bloody irons take away my magicka, not allowing to cast any spell.
What should I do without my magic? I can't protect myself from the other prisoners relying on my physical strength.. How should I survive here?
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