Jon Battle-Born

Okay, okay!

All I know is that Idolaf made some effort to find out what happened to him, but was told to stop asking questions.

He got some letter from the Legion and has left it alone since then.

I'll prove it to you, all right? I'll get you the letter. Just... meet me at the statue of Talos, and don't tell anyone about this.

What makes you think I know anything? Everyone knows he's dead and gone!

You what?

Oh no. No, no, no. This can't be happening.

Please, you can't tell anyone. It must remain a secret! I'll do whatever you want.

Oh come on, leave it alone. He's gone. There's no use in talking about it anymore.

I wish everyone could just get past that and get on with their lives.

Ha! The most important question of all, that one.

You'll want the Bannered Mare. See old Hulda, she'll keep you swimmin' in mead.

But mind he bard, Mikael. Poncy little milk drinker, that one.

Ha! The most important question of all, that one.

You'll want the Bannered Mare. See old Hulda, she'll keep you swimmin' in mead.

Ha! The most important question of all, that one.

You'll want the Bannered Mare. See Olfina, she'll keep you swimmin' in mead.

Ain't sure if they're takin' on new members, but you should talk to the Companions. They're over in their hall, Jorrvaskr.

If by "work" you mean "testing your steel in bloody battle."

Aye, that I do. Have all my life. We Battle-Borns have been here since the beginning. Along with the Gray-Manes.

Our families been close as kin for generations.

But Ulfric Stormcloak's uprising has divided us. Now seems we can scarce look at each other without comin' to blows. Petty and foolish, that.

They're sayin' dragons have returned to Skyrim. Now that there, that's a real problem.

A pity. And words I hear too often.

But there's no shame in it. One of them dragons comes callin' in Whiterun, the place'll go up like tinder.