"That's their own problem, not mine." If they're going to let themselves start with histrionics over an ear that's nothing to do with them, just an ear that came from a thing that's dead now with one of Brónach's arrows punctured through a thigh then the throat then that's on them. It never came down to that when they re-educated her family. When they disappeared them off. "It's just meat."

How very Bosmer of her. Inessa won't get the joke. Wouldn't have gotten it even if she were from Tamriel anyway, not looking that young or as if she should be tucked into the Mages College or what's left of it now hanging perilously to Winterhold. Has a bookishness to her. The old orc librarian would've liked her as much as he seemed to like anyone but a damn sight more than some Bosmer who shouted her way in because she needed to be there, asking answers and directions then slipping back out before the draft got in behind her.

"The witches are just for ending it. Some of them were into Hircine worship and they're witches, fingers hooked and bent like claws. Started to stop looking like people." There's a truth she isn't telling but as little as Harbinger really means, it's what the Companions mean, the idea of it, reading the old man's diary in the old man's seat in the quiet of the mead hall when the rest were still mourning in their loud Nord way. "Not everyone sees it as a curse but eternity is a long time to spend on the hunt."