"There are easier lies." With the realization of his identity, the logical, stately tone that had characterized the last of the Septims returns as a torrent. Even if he didn't look the part, more draugr than the virile, vigorous warrior he'd been at his height. "Nor are liars so good at forging the Amulet of Kings."
The mead (yes, that's what it's called, mead) leaves a sugary film clinging to his teeth, but it's the unpleasant, alcoholic burn that he needs. In the middle of Skyrimβa mystery all on its ownβMartin must be careful not to anger the only person whom he feels connected, flimsy and dangerous as that could prove.
After all, when did dragons play nice with each other? And they're both dragonborn, the pull of their souls confirms it. "You're free to think of me as insane. I won't be going anywhere for a couple of weeks. But if you change your mind," he starts to rise from his seat, suddenly weary and queasy, "You're free to seek me out in this inn."
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The mead (yes, that's what it's called, mead) leaves a sugary film clinging to his teeth, but it's the unpleasant, alcoholic burn that he needs. In the middle of Skyrimβa mystery all on its ownβMartin must be careful not to anger the only person whom he feels connected, flimsy and dangerous as that could prove.
After all, when did dragons play nice with each other? And they're both dragonborn, the pull of their souls confirms it. "You're free to think of me as insane. I won't be going anywhere for a couple of weeks. But if you change your mind," he starts to rise from his seat, suddenly weary and queasy, "You're free to seek me out in this inn."