Hellos

meh-fah-lah

Mephala cloak us.

bo-ee-thee-ah

Boethiah give us strength.

Azura light the path.

The arrow is a metaphor for life. Keep your priorities straight and your mind sharp.

Where to next, hunter?

Eyes on the prey.

Arrows pierce our foes.

A dragon’s words are the wind, and they are just as empty.

We fight because we must.

Stay sharp, and stay true.

Idles

The Jarl thinks this Helm will curry favor with the citizens. But it’s starvation that will rally the people. The only question is, against whom?

You’re grown quite skilled with the bow. You’ve got a steady shoulder and a good eye. Don’t let it wander from your target.

Ugh, this is what happens when you drink yourself into a stupor. Not only did you waste a night drinking, you’re spending a week cleaning up the mess.

This wizard is pathetic. He can’t claim a woman for himself so he resorts to enslaving them with magic.
I’m going to enjoy sticking my arrow in his throat.

Let’s take care of these puppets quickly. Our real foe is somewhere in this ruin.

Killing this warlock should release the spirits. Of course, it’ll probably mean bandits will take over, but that’s not our concern.