Lydia: Shall we go this way, my thane?

 

No. It's too risky. And with your clumsiness and your mania for sticking and pushing each other, one or two will end up taking the plunge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sanghin: This is my personal brand.
Once this mark is fully visible on your body, you will be mine and teleported to a pocket of pleasure where I can have fun with you.
It will change every time you fuck.
 

 

 

Sanghin: The only way for the brand to disappear is either to accept my little drinking contest or to deliver a beautiful woman to me.
Then the brand will be gone and you will be free.

 

 

 

The friends. I have news for you.

 

 

Lydia: Are you going to leave us, my thane?

 

Jordis: Are you going back home? In the future?

 

 

No. Going home, I can't yet and I don't know when I can.
No. I've been thinking about this all along and I've decided to join the Civil War.

 

Iona: I thought you hated war.

 

But something has to be done to make it end. It can't go on like this. I've seen enough horror, between the bloody battlefields, the armies tearing each other apart, the deaths. This country is suffering too much. And the only way to end it is to help the country put an end to it.

 

Valdimar: Which side are you going to join, my thane? The Sombrages or the Imperials?
 

 

I would start by asking the two leaders, Tulluis and then Ulfric, and then I would make up my own mind, my own opinion.

 

Rayya: That's a good idea my thane. 

 

Argis: Both sides have a laudable goal, but you have to think before you leap.

 

 

But before that, we will continue to travel and explore a bit together to find treasures and relics that could be useful.

 

Lydia: My thane. The other day at the Markarth Inn, you were pensive and worried. And you even said that something was wrong with the country. Was it about the War?

 

No, it's not just that. It's part of it, but there's more to it. Many elements and events are too visible to deny. The war to begin with, which is tearing this country in two.
Its inhabitants who refer to a god who doesn't answer them and who is about to disappear.
And then those damned elves of the Thalmor, who are really raiding the Nordic people because they are worshipping a god they don't like, and killing them like that. Besides, I'm sure they're up to something bad.
But the worst thing is...I feel that there is a dark threat hanging over this country. A threat that is slowly and quietly creeping into the country. I don't know what it is exactly, but ever since my first days here, I've had this feeling.
And if no one does something about it, this country is going to go down.