Runil

Thank you. It's a collection of regrets that I try not to forget. Here, I promised you this.

Very well.

Blessing of Arkay to you for your help.

I am. I came into Arkay's light after the Great War. So many died by my hands, my magics.

I'm fortunate that Kust and the people of Falkreath have come to accept me as one of their own.

Could you do an old elf a favor? I misplaced my journal in a cave I was exploring. I'll pay for its return.

Oh, merciful Arkay, no! I am too old and frail, and this graveyard is too large.

Kust is my assistant. He helps me tend the headstones and keep our cemetery clean, as befits a place of rest.

I'll teach you some of what I know, but be careful.

There's nothing more I can teach you.

Ah, well, I suppose she'll always be that fiesty little girl I used to know.

Of course, when you reach my age, you'll find that the word "young" is a very relative term.

Ah yes, Bera's silver necklace. It was a wedding gift and she rarely took it off.

I'll be glad to oblige. What a touching gesture, to display the symbol of her devotion in such a way.

Tell Morwen I'll be happy to grant her request. I am sure it will bring joy to her mother and father as they walk in Aetherius.

Morwen, you say? Now there's a name I haven't heard in a long time. Left to join her mother's people on Solstheim, as I recall.

I knew her parents quite well, you know. Bera and Ulfarr were good people, very much in love.

Now, what can I do for young Morwen?