Salonia Carvain

Why are we even going to a wedding at this far flung end of the Empire anyway?

Ugh. Speak to my husband if you must.

Get away from me, you Skyrim trash.

Ugh. It's talking to me.

I hate this place. I hate the trees. I hate the rocks. And I hate the snow.

Clearly you have no idea who I am you or you wouldn't dare approach me.

When we get back to Cyrodiil, I swear I will hire an army of battlemages to come up here and set fire to the whole damned province.

I hate it here. Those were my favorite shoes, ruined and for what? We never even made it to the wedding.