Larksong Grotto Warflower

Oh. Hedder du Ulfric? she asked with a laugh, to the huntsman. She had never bothered to ask—why would she, when he himself had no true grasp of who he was? A hunter, he claimed. A warrior! But was Ulfric even his real name?

The witch had little desire to entangle herself in such matters. Fragile beings from lands unknown, likely oblivious to her gods. She wrinkled her snout in quiet disdain and slipped into the winding caverns… only to reappear farther ahead, overtaking Skorpa, waiting for him to take the lead.