For all her nuttiness, she was still the kindest soul he’d ever met. And it was mostly because of that nature, that she was constantly in trouble. He’d lost count of the number of times she’d wandered into bandit camps looking to mediate. A hopelessly naive, though sweet notion that people were ultimately good in the end. He’d also forgotten how often she had tried enchanting things for people. He was pretty sure that miners did not need shovels with fire enchantments on them. But in a way, her twisted logic made an odd sort of sense: most owners did not want their men equipped with weapons down there, so why not weaponize the only tools they had? It didn’t change the fact that most miners had no combat training, but she had tried…

Marcurio sighed as he toasted the bunny horde with his magic. There was nothing simple about her, except for how simple her heart was. He could almost admire her for somehow keeping her innocence for so long, especially considering how hard life could be in Skyrim. How hard her life had to have been, despite how unnaturally lucky she was at times. Clearly, some Aedra or Deadra wanted her to live long enough to do her Dragonborn duty. He’d have called such unnatural fortune unfair if he wasn’t aware of the sort of trouble their blessings brought.

When the last of the rabbit onslaught had been roasted, Marcurio looked up and cursed: his employer was nowhere in sight. That could only mean one thing. It was her turn to hunt.