Elspeth & Twig

Elspeth sat on the bed in the room she rented at Dead Man’s Drink—her eyes puffed and streaked with tears—and tried to remember why she’d come all the way out to Falkreath in the first place.  She used to like spending time alone, just reading or knitting or casting spells.  And she didn’t exactly miss Trygve when he went on his hunting and various other trips.

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