I used to be an adventurer like you, then I took an arrow in the knee.
Let me guess, someone stole your sweetroll?
I’m currently doing the Fishstick. It’s a very delicate state of mind.
I am sworn to carry your burdens.
Stay alert, never know when those Stormcloaks might try to raid the place.
I’m too old to wander the world alone, but I still enjoy getting out and about.
Fight well, friend. May your sword be sharp.
God might get nervous, a man approaches with his weapon drawn.
You’ll make a fine rug, cat!
What is it? Dragons?
Got to thinking. Maybe I’m the Dragonborn…
Do you get to the Cloud District very often? Oh, what am I saying? Of course you don’t.
We’re the only people around who aren’t complete fools.
The guards in Whiterun are all lazy and undisciplined. Things need to change.
May your road lead you to warm sands.
The College is an asset to Skyrim, even if it goes unnoticed or unappreciated.
It’s a fine day with you around.
I hope you don’t mind if I walk up with you. These guards have been looking at me like I’m strange.
Don’t even think about it.
I might just be a servant among lords. But don’t think for a moment I’m at your beck and call.
I’m the steward here. I serve under Jarl Balgruuf.
I guard Dragonsreach, and the Jarl, with my life.
All I ask is a fair chance.
Bring me a drink – and make it quick!
If you’re looking for furs, stay on the east side of town.
Some may call this junk. Me, I call them treasures.
Got something for just about everybody in here. Give a holler if you have any questions.
You’ll find tonics, satchels, and potions on my shelves. No reason we can’t be civilized.
I’ll be here long after the war. I don’t plan on going anywhere.
Skyrim is now host to giant, flying lizards, and two-legged cat-men. And you’re surprised by me?
The roads of Skyrim lead to many dangers.
I trust you’re not planning any trouble, are you?
There’s no shipments coming in, so I guess I can stop cutting the lumber.
If you ever need anything – a steward for your home, or maybe just someone to talk to – I’m here.
Don’t suppose you could enchant this for me? I’ll pay good gold.
I’ll meet you at the stables. Don’t carry any of my things to your room.
I’m going to find who did this. And when I do, it’s going to be messy.
In Solitude, the Dragonborn’s home is their castle.
It’s dangerous out there. Be on your guard.
The cold is what makes Skyrim what it is.
What are you looking at? I’m not afraid of you, you know – even if you are my elder.
All those men dying in the war, it’s hard for the families.
I can see why men like you, I suppose.
With the Stormcloaks, the dragons, I don’t know what’s coming next.
Some days I really hope somebody tries to break into my house – they’re going to be in for a surprise.
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