Orgnar

There have been whispers. A boy, up in Windhelm, name of Aventus Aretino. Been trying to contact... the Dark Brotherhood.

Nobody trusts those mages, way up north in their college. Gods only know what they do up there.

Lucan at the Riverwood Trader had his store broken into the other night. Oddly enough, barely anything's been stolen.

Looking to blow yourself up? I hear that's what magic does to you. There's a College in Winterhold that teaches magic, unless that blew up too.

Be a lot safer just to have the Jarl's wizard teach you a thing or two.

That's her business. Not mine. Probably not yours either.

Word is Ulfric Stormcloak escaped from the Imperials. War's only going to get worse, now.

They say a dragon attacked Helgen. Sounds like hogwash to me.

We've got something of a love triangle here in Riverwood. Faendal and Sven, both vying for Camilla's affections.

Inn's closed. Bar's still open, though.

Feel free to sit and put your head down on the table for as long as you like. I won't bother you.

Out. She owns the place, she does what she wants.