You’ve spent a week camping out in the secluded sacred grove. You’ve enjoyed the company of Hroki & Hrefni, but they’ve gone home. Alone for days, you fondly remember the elf wench in Whiterun & you yearn once more to plough some elven cunt. A pilgrim arrives, a buxom Altmer… you praise the gods.

She sits down near you, taking an almost sultry pose, glancing at you & giving you a faint flicker of a smile.

Who is she? What is she doing here? Where did she come from?

You neither know to care, nor care to know. Wasting no time, you approach, openly declare your intentions & make your offer. A pouch full of fine cut gems, an enchanted gold circlet & 2 bottles of Arenthia Red in exchange for the privilege of using her wondrous body to quench your burning lust.

Shor himself must have descended from Sovngarde to be your wingman. She accepts with a giggle, impressed with your boldness & flattered by your gifts.