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Windsong
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"You know nothing of my peoples history, do you, nord?" He asked with knitted brows, head tilted up to keep his hood from obscuring his face. "Not many do. For that you can't be at fault.."
A sigh left his lungs, turning to misty vapor in the cold air. It seemed a long winded explanation would be coming.
Or not.
"Keening is but a tool. One of a set. The same as the hammer Sunder and the gauntlet with which to hold them, Wraithguard.."
The mer paused, as if listening. Soon regaining the lost pace. "I would return it to the temple IN Morrowind." The jest was lost on him. "Beaides. The heart was lost when the Nerevarine defeated Dagoth Ur at red mountain.. There has been no word of it for an age."
A sigh left his lungs, turning to misty vapor in the cold air. It seemed a long winded explanation would be coming.
Or not.
"Keening is but a tool. One of a set. The same as the hammer Sunder and the gauntlet with which to hold them, Wraithguard.."
The mer paused, as if listening. Soon regaining the lost pace. "I would return it to the temple IN Morrowind." The jest was lost on him. "Beaides. The heart was lost when the Nerevarine defeated Dagoth Ur at red mountain.. There has been no word of it for an age."