Come to sit by the fire?

The forge is a beacon for the lost. The Stranded. It also happens to be quite warm, which I like.

My feet in particular need a little comfort. It’s hard to keep your toes loose and wiggling this far up.

 

What’s your job here?
I keep the forge fire burning through the night. It’s the closest thing we have to a lighthouse. If a Stranded gets lost, we guide them here.
Now, I used to be the quartermaster, but at my age, Trevyn is much better suited for that role.
I’m a lot like this old forge in a way. It was once used to make weapons, now it serves a different purpose.

Do you really think the ship will fly?
Of course! I have faith in the Captain. And more importantly, I have faith in the gods that guide her.
They told us the rot would spread, and it has. The fog will soon descend on the village, and I have faith we will sail over it.

How did you come here?
I was raised here all my life. My ancestors were part of a hostage exchange, you see. One Bosmer for one Nord, to bring peace to both sides.
But that’s probably the most interesting thing about me. My actual life has been fairly mundane.
Imagine that, having peaked at birth.

 

Hellos

Thank you for bringing us the steering wheel.

 

The ark is so close to being done. The way things are moving, I may even pick up a hammer myself.

 

They say fire is a daedra’s only friend. But it’s my friend too.

 

With Trevyn gone, I had to ready to ship for sailing. I’m sure the old girl will hold though.

 

I’ve lived on this island longer than most. To me, it’s home. I’m only leaving to help the others find theirs.