Larksong Grotto right to bear arms

ulfric laughs at her words—and finds they are valid, however. he looks upon her for several long seconds before relenting with words.
neither have approached me. ulfric reveals. his tail tapping the ground lightly, his fur rustling in the heavy wind.
he inhales greedily the coming scents of spring. of life. of melting winter and thawing ice.
i have remained alone in this grotto for some weeks now. i speak with the soothsayer from time to time, she shares this territory with me. he looks around, as if the crazy woman might appear at any time.
but @Aspa does not.
i am a huntsman. war is not mine to make.