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Still contemplative, Tullius looked at the crumbling cement beneath his feet, piecing his words together. “You see, the Nords like to claim he was one of their own, that he came from Atmora — which, by the time of Talos’ record in history, was completely uninhabitable.”

“You don’t say. So he was a Nord from Skyrim, not from Atmora. That only rubs salt in the wound, I imagine.”

“Some say he was a Nord from High Rock — or, not even a Nord at all, but a Breton.”

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other and back, Audric tried to keep his unease to himself. “A Breton,” he said skeptically.

“Of course, it’s all speculation. No one can really know who or what Talos is or was.”

Then, the loud, unskilled blare of a horn interrupted them. The two men watched as a neat cavalcade came lumbering up the road. A handful of men marched on foot while two figures rode amongst them on horseback. Audric squinted until he recognized someone.

“Balgruuf!” he exclaimed.

“It’s about damn time,” Tullius grumbled.





Hello all! So my job has upped my hours to full time, which means I will have less time and energy for writing, so updates may have more time in between them. But I hope everyone has enjoyed this installment and I will be back with more.
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