Larksong Grotto What gods bring

he muffles a chuckle and turns hard gaze to the huntress, though it is soon softened by her undeniable charisma. at first, he thought her a crazy loon—and he very much still thought so—but she has begun to ebb upon those walls he wears so high.
little by little, they crumble. ulfric shares glance with the pale woman and makes to sit now, seeing as they may be here for a bit. letting the deer-hide satchel of his gathered things fall gently between two bearskin paws. ah, svo þú viðurkennir að ég er veiðimaður. he tosses back in tease.
gesturing with a paw to the soothsayer, he looks with piercing frost gaze to satori. i am ulfric. a twitch of his brow and head in greeting. she asks your name.