Faryl Atheron

There are places in the world that aren't wrapped in ice, you know.

Firstly, I've never even seen Morrowind. Secondly, in volcanic soil the plants practically grow themselves.

Then you've salted it and nothing will grow at all. Genius.

I keep telling you, without a warming enchantment, it will never grow past your ankles.

The ground is practically frozen. We can't dig down far enough.

I don't think we're going to get those potatoes to come in.

Bolfrida is certainly grating, but she pays well. Thankfully nobody from the city can see me out here.

Farm work is hard work. It's good to relax when I can, but I still have to listen to my brothers harping about "injustices."

Of course working for Bolfrida isn't my first choice. But what else can a Dunmer do out here?

My sister and I both work for the Nords. Our brother is ashamed of us, but at least we can affort to eat.