Aphia Velothi

I'll gladly share my knowledge with you.

Me? I hardly think so.

That Telvanni wizard is unhinged. I heard he tries to drink the ash.

I'm sure he's down there somewhere, buried under a mountain of rubble like the East Empire Company claims.

My greatest fear is that my stubborn mule of a husband will end up suffering the same fate.

Poor Crescius is aging and I believe it's addled his mind.

As the years have passed, it's gotten worse. He's become obsessed with his theories of conspiracy.

It's difficult... Something about it doesn't feel right. A... A temple, here on the island. That's all I can recall.

I think so, but from where? I can't recall.

In all honesty, it came down to a disagreement between what I believe and what Elder Othreloth believes.

I'd prefer not to get into the details, but let's just say our opinions about the current status of the Tribunal vary widely.

Far from it. In fact, I'm no longer welcome there.

It was. After refusing to allow anyone to bring him food, Councilor Morvayn ordered his door to be knocked down before Crescius starved to death.

I was a Temple priest at the time, and they had me use my healing arts to restore strength to his ailing body.

I stayed for a while and cared for him, then... I suppose we fell in love.

Our home has been in his family for over two hundred years. Leaving would have been like abandoning precious memories.

Instead, he stayed on Solstheim and spent most of his life prospecting for a new ebony source. Sadly, it never surfaced.

A decade ago, this drove him into a deep depression. He shut himself inside his home and refused to come out.