Onmund's Childhood

“Aicantar!” A five-year-old Onmund rushed into the Keep, yelling, “Where’s Uncle Calcelmo?”

“Why are you looking for my uncle?” The elf replied. He was fiddling with a Dwemer spider miniature.

“There’s something that I must ask him.”

“The Jarl’s paying him to do important things. You can’t see him anytime you want, he’s a busy man.” Aicantar raised an eyebrow at the little Nord, “What is it? Perhaps I can help you.”

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