Mjoll the Lioness
- held items
- Name
Location Aerin's House Key -
- Quests
- QuestlineQuest
Location - Grimsever's Return -
locations
| Hold | Town | Location |
|---|---|---|
| the Rift Hold | Riften | House of Mjoll the Lioness |
Dialogue
(player): No. Never mind.
Very well.
(player): Yes. Let me show you.
Right.
(player): I need you to do something.
Anything, as long as I get to fight.
(player): Tell me about Riften's Thieves Guild.
To call it a guild is ridiculous. How can people who would betray one another over a gold coin be considered part of an association?
They're the worst kind. Even the Dark Brotherhood abides by a strict set of rules and tradition. These thieves are just rabble.
What do you think?
Follow-up choices
(player): I agree completely.
You know, I'm beginning to respect you. Other than Aerin, you seem to be the only other person I've met I might be able to trust.
Since we share the same opinion of them, let me warn you that they're recruiting others to join their "guild" and you should be cautious.
(player): I try not to care.
That's a shame. Too many people in Riften share your view and look where its getting them.
It's going to take more than just myself and Aerin to help this city... it has to want to help itself first.
(player): Actually, I'm hoping to join them.
You disappoint me. I expected someone from outside Riften to be different, but I see corruption's reach holds little regard for boundaries.
Enjoy the city. It will suit you well.
(player): Sorry to hear that.
Yes, quite a shame. It was a fine weapon.
(player): I could find it for you.
I couldn't ask you to undertake such a trecherous journey, it would be a fool's errand.
But I see that spark in your eye and I know better than to warn you away.
Grimsever rests with the Dwemer ruin of Mzinchaleft. Tread carefully, friend... those same ruins almost took my life.
(player): What happened to your blade, Grimsever?
It was lost years ago in a Dwemer ruin.
Without it, I feel almost as defenseless as a newborn. I don't think I'll ever be able to find a replacement.
Follow-up choices
(player): I could find it for you.
I couldn't ask you to undertake such a trecherous journey, it would be a fool's errand.
But I see that spark in your eye and I know better than to warn you away.
Grimsever rests with the Dwemer ruin of Mzinchaleft. Tread carefully, friend... those same ruins almost took my life.
(player): Sorry to hear that.
Yes, quite a shame. It was a fine weapon.
(player): What happened to you in Mzinchaleft?
I was adventuring in the depths of the ruins when I was attacked by a massive construct... like nothing I had ever seen.
When the colossus struck, Grimsever was knocked from my grasp and I was wounded badly.
It was only through blind luck that I was able to crawl away from the Dwemer abomination and make my way to the surface.
I must have collapsed, because the next thing I remember is Aerin standing over me tending to my wounds.
(player): You're Riften's protector?
Its been difficult. I've taken the burdens of this city's problems upon myself and I keep running into impossible obstacles.
Corruption, lies and deceit are the order of the day here.
If it wasn't for Aerin, the young man who saved my life, I think I'd already have given up long ago.
Follow-up choices
(player): How did Aerin save your life?
It was Aerin who found me dying outside of a Dwemer ruin. If he hadn't brought me here and nursed me back to health, I would have died.
When my strength returned and he told me about the problems plaguing Riften, I decided fate brought me here for a reason... so I stayed.
(player): Why are you here, then?
Many years ago I lost my blade, "Grimsever," within a Dwemer ruin. I took it as a sign that I was wasting my days in search of wealth.
You and I are alike. We seek challenge and great fortune. But for me, that's where the similarities end.
You see, Riften is my great beast to be slain and my fortune comes from gratitude and trust.
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Technical data
- ID
- Mjoll