“Oh, there are gods everywhere, in the hollow hills, in the wind and the sea, in the very grass we walk on and the air we breathe, and in the bloodstained shadows where men like Belasius wait for them. But I believe there must be one who is God himself, like the great sea, and all the rest of us, small gods and men and all, like rivers, we all come to him in the end.”—Merlin Emrys in Mary Stewart’s The Crystal Cave (The Arthurian Saga, Book 1)
The Jarl in Whiterun wants Gall’s head, apparently. My (almost) perfectly law-abiding, slightly-Imperial-leaning Polite Young Gentleman stepped cheerfully into the great hall to perhaps buy some lovely home decorations from the Jarl’s advisor and instead of saying “Hello, Thane Gall, good to see…
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