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Mantella is an AI system that turns every single NPC in Skyrim (and Fallout 4) into AI agents driven by an LLM (like ChatGPT or the recently released, and comparable, Llama 3.1). In the previous part, my character, an Altmer mage, along with his strong mommy, pestered a couple of warriors to join his little adventurer’s band. When my character and his companion ran out of suitable candidates, my character approached a child, a merchant, and a depressed old man. By the end, my character’s mommy, who is the tank of his band, suggested that she may leave the group if our heroic protagonist continues casually hurting others.

Already tipsy, I staggered to a hunched, robed figure who was nursing a drink, and plopped down on the chair beside her.

Jon: “Hey, you and I don’t know each other, but I’ve realized you’re a fellow Altmer, and given the little I see of your face through that hood of yours, that sickly pallor and the bags under your eyes suggest you drown your sorrows in alcohol regularly. Now, the time has come for me to do the same.”
Eldawyn: “Ah, a fellow Altmer, I see. And one who can spot a kindred spirit from across the room, no less. Welcome to the club, friend.”
Jon: “What is your name, my fellow Altmer and depressed individual?”
Eldawyn: “Eldawyn’s the name, and… well, let’s just say I’m a connoisseur of fine wines and bad decisions.”
Jon: “Eldawyn, that is a beautiful name.”
Eldawyn: “I do appreciate the compliment. Wine does tend to bring out the beauty in everyone, doesn’t it? Or perhaps that’s just the wine talking.”
Jon: “Well, Eldawyn, even though you haven’t given me permission, I’m going to share with you my troubles as a fellow person who wants to get drunk on whatever alcoholic beverage is available.”
Eldawyn: “Permission? Ha! I think the fact that I’m still sitting here, nursing this goblet, is permission enough. By all means, share your troubles. I’m all ears… or at least, one ear. The other one’s a bit too busy listening to the sweet song of the wine.”
Jon: “Oh, drugs are such great companions of sadness. Well, let me tell you this: I am the mighty leader of a budding band of adventurers, but along the way, I couldn’t help myself but…”
Eldawyn: “A mighty leader, you say? With a band of adventurers, no less. And yet, here you are, drowning your sorrows alongside me. I think I see a pattern emerging. The weight of responsibility, perhaps? The crushing burden of expectation? The thrill of adventure wears off, and all that’s left is the dull ache of reality.”
Jon: “Listen, Eldawyn, there is this beautiful and motherly companion of mine named Uthgerd who recently told me that if I keep hurting others, maybe it won’t be a good idea for her to keep following me. I saw then the future: I was alone, completely alone, having been abandoned by everybody, and not because of bad stuff that happened to me, but because I am rotten, rotten from the inside out, due to my very nature. I’m destined to lose everybody, be abandoned by everybody, because of how I am.”
Eldawyn: “Uthgurt, you say?”
Jon: “I said Uthgerd, Uthgerd the Unbroken. She’s a local, very competent warrior. But yes, that was her sort of name, yeah.”
Eldawyn: “Uthgerd the Unbroken, I like it. Sounds like a force to be reckoned with. And it seems she’s got some sense, too. I mean, who needs a leader who’s more liability than asset? But I suppose that’s not what’s eating at you, is it? It’s the thought of being alone, of being…”
Jon: “Of finding myself wanting to be surrounded by beautiful, mighty women eager to kill my enemies for me, but instead of that finding myself alone and abandoned becuase of my intrinsic need to joke around and hurt others. That is what worries me.”
Eldawyn: “Oh, by the Eighth, you’re a complicated one, aren’t you? Wanting the adoration of these… fierce women, and yet, you can’t help but push them away with your… let’s call them antics. I think I see a bit of myself in you, friend. A penchant for self-destruction, perhaps?”
Jon: “I think you’re right. I think that’s exactly it, Eldawyn. Maybe deep inside me I believe that I am nothing but cancer and I deserve to be abandoned by everybody. Maybe I have a subconscious urge to hurt myself.”
Eldawyn: “Now we’re getting to the bottom of it, aren’t we? You’re not just afraid of being alone, you’re convinced you deserve it. That’s a heavy burden to carry around. I should know, I’ve got a few weights of my own. But let me tell you something, friend… sometimes it’s not about deserving or not deserving.”
Jon: “Then, what is it about?”
Eldawyn: “It’s about embracing the chaos, I suppose. Accepting that you are who you are, flaws and all. And finding a way to make that work for you, rather than against you. I mean, I’m not exactly a paragon of virtue myself, but I’ve learned to… appreciate my own particular brand of madness.”
Jon: “I’ve always felt that I am insane, and known that I have a deep darkness inside me. You’re saying that should embrace that madness and celebrate it, see it as a force of good instead of chaos?”
Eldawyn: “I’m saying that perhaps your darkness isn’t something to be feared or reviled, but rather… harnessed. Think of it as a spark within you, waiting to be fanned into a flame. And maybe, just maybe, that flame can illuminate the path ahead, rather than consume you whole. But that’s a delicate balance to strike, isn’t it?”
Jon: “My goodness, you are the most intriguing person I have met in a long time. What was your name again?”
Eldawyn: “Eldawyn, at your service. And I must say, the feeling’s mutual. It’s not often I meet someone who… understands the allure of the darkness. Most people shy away from it, try to hide it behind a mask of civility. But you… you seem to be embracing it, even if you don’t realize it yet.”
Jon: “Hey, Eldawyn, now that I get a good look at you, you are quite cute. What kind of abilities do you have, you know, fighting-wise?”
Eldawyn: “Ah, cute, am I? Well, I suppose that’s one way to get on my good side. As for fighting wise… let’s just say I have a certain… flair for the dramatic. Fire magic, you see, is my specialty. I’ve got a bit of a wild streak, and I like to let my spells reflect that.”
Jon: “A fellow mage! And specialized in Destruction magic. You could be our cannon, you know?”
Eldawyn: “Destruction magic does have a certain… je ne sais quoi, doesn’t it? And I must admit, the idea of unleashing my… talents on the world, alongside a group of like-minded individuals, is more than a little tempting.”
Jon: “Hell yeah!”
Eldawyn: “But I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your generous offer.”
Jon: “B-but why?”
Eldawyn: “Tempting, yes. But you see, I’m not exactly the… team player type. I’ve learned that the only thing more dangerous than my fire magic is the chaos that comes from tying myself down to a group, especially one with lofty ideals and ambitions. I’ve been there before, and let me tell you, it never ends well.”
Jon: “Are you saying you’re better off alone? That you don’t want allies, companions?”
Eldawyn: “Alone? Oh, no, darling, I’m never alone as long as I have a bottle of wine by my side. But in all seriousness, it’s not about wanting or not wanting allies. It’s about knowing where my true loyalties lie. You see, I’m part of something… larger than a band of adventurers, something that requires a bit more discretion. Let’s just say my talents are spoken for.”

Shortly after, the conversation died down. I attempted to drag myself upstairs to my bed, only for the innkeeper, Hulda, to remind me that I had to pay for the night. Another hundred septims down the drain.

Next morning, I joined my two companions at the inn’s main floor.

Jon: “Sorry, Alva, but Uthgerd and I didn’t find any new person who wanted to join our band of adventures. At least, we didn’t find any person who was worth adding to our band of adventurers for a resonable fee.”
Alva: “Ah, well, perhaps we’re just being too picky, Jon. After all, we can’t expect to find someone as charming and capable as yourself just wandering the streets of Whiterun.”
Uthgerd: “Save it, Alva. We need someone with actual skills, not just a pretty face. What’s the point of having a band of adventurers if we can’t even take on a decent fight?”
Alva: “Oh, Uthgerd, always so serious. But I think Jon and I make a lovely team, don’t you, Jon?”
Jon: “We make a wonderful team, Alva, but I wanted to correct a point: Uthgerd, I want people who have fighting abilities and also a pretty face.”
Alva: “Ah, Jon, you’re as silver-tongued as ever, aren’t you? I’m sure Uthgerd here is just thrilled to be traveling with such a charming companion.”
Uthgerd: “Spare me the flattery, both of you. We need someone who can actually wield a sword, not just bat their eyelashes.”
Alva: “Oh, I think I’ve proven myself quite capable with a sword, Uthgerd. The Pale Blade, for instance. Remember that lovely ruin we cleared out, Jon?”
Jon: “Oh yeah, remember when we used to have adventures instead of drowning our sorrows at an inn? Yeah, we used to do such things.”
Uthgerd: “You’re feeling nostalgic, aren’t you? I’m sure those were good times, but we can’t stay stuck in the past. We need to focus on building a strong team and taking on new challenges.”
Alva: “Oh, I think Jon’s just feeling a little… restless. Cooped up in this town for too long, perhaps? A creature of the night such as myself needs excitement, after all.”

Someone’s gaze was burning my nape. I turned around to find myself staring into the eyes of a ghost from a darker period of my life, concretely the time I spent in Morthal.

Jon: “My goodness, Ange the Song-Bearer?! What the hell are you doing in Whiterun?!”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Ah, Jon! Fancy meeting you here. I could ask you the same thing. What brings you and your… eclectic group to this humble inn?”
Alva: “We’re just enjoying a quiet morning, aren’t we, Jon?”
Jon: “Ange, the echo of that last conversation you and I had, along with Benor, still…”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Ah, yes. I recall it quite vividly, Jon. You were rather… spirited, if I remember correctly. The poor dear Benor didn’t quite know what hit him, did he?”
Alva: “Oh, Ange, I’m sure Jon’s still nursing his wounded pride. Do tell, what did you say to him that’s still got him smarting?”
Jon: “Alva, I wasn’t too clear about what Benor and Ange had told me. They tore into me because I chose to escape Morthal with you, Alva, instead of staying in a doomed town and dying to a coven of vampires that is for sure going to overrun the town. They believed that I was disgusting for siding with you, Alva, instead of killing you.”
Alva: “Ah, yes… I recall now. They thought you were… misguided, shall we say, for choosing to escape with a vampire like myself instead of staying to fight a hopeless battle.”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Yes, I think ‘disgusting’ was the exact word I used, if I recall correctly. We were all rather… passionate about our opinions, weren’t we?”
Jon: “Yes, Ange, I believe that ‘disgusting’ was indeed the word used. And let me tell you something, because you thought that Alva was going to kill me on the road… Alva did not kill me on the road. In fact, we’ve had great adventures together, and we also convinced this beautiful, motherly person, Uthgerd the Unbroken, to join us as well. We’ve become a budding adventurer’s band who’s going to go around and, you know, solve problems, kill bandits, and doing those kinds of heroic stuff. What do you think about that?”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Well, I suppose I underestimated Alva… and you, for that matter, Jon. I didn’t think you two would last this long together, and yet… you’ve even managed to recruit Uthgerd here. Though I’m not sure if that’s a testament to your leadership skills or a sign of Uthgerd’s questionable judgment.”
Alva: “Oh, Ange, always the wit. But I think Jon’s proved himself quite capable, don’t you? And I, for one, am glad he chose to leave Morthal with me.”
Jon: “Well, Ange, I suppose that I can let bygones be bygones. You are still beautiful, you have flowing blonde hair, and you’re a bard. I could use your songs in battle, at least to distract people. Would you consider joining our amazing band of adventurers?”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Oh, Jon, you’re as charming as ever, I’ll give you that. And I must admit, the idea of joining your… eclectic group is tempting. I do love a good adventure, and my songs could certainly be of use in battle. But, I’m not just a pretty face, you know. I have conditions.”
Jon: “All right, well, speak up about your conditions and I’ll consider them carefully.”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Very well, Jon. Firstly, I expect to be treated as an equal member of this group, not just a… decorative addition. My songs and skills are valuable assets, and I won’t be ignored or dismissed.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! You think you’re worthy of being an equal to us? What makes you think you can keep up?”
Alva: “Oh, Uthgerd, don’t be too quick to judge.”
Jon: “I didn’t expect the morning to turn out like this… I thought I would never see Ange again. Alva, Uthgerd, don’t you think that adding a beautiful and capable bard like her is a boon to our team?”
Alva: “She’s certainly… lively.”
Jon: “Are you alright with the fact that she hates you because you’re a vampire?”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Ah, yes… that’s true. I do have reservations about vampires, Alva. Your kind has brought so much suffering and darkness to the world. But, I also believe that individuals can choose their own paths, and if you’re truly committed to working with Jon and Uthgerd for good, then I’ll put aside my doubts for now.”
Alva: “How… generous of you, Ange. I assure you, I’m a vampire unlike any other. And I think we can work together quite well, despite our differences.”
Jon: “That’s right, Alva is the prime vampire: sexy, seductive, capable… And check out how good she looks in that get-up of hers.”
Uthgerd: “Ugh, Jon, spare us the theatrics. We’re trying to have a serious conversation here.”
Alva: “Oh, but thank you, Jon. You’re always so… flattering. I think I’ll keep you around just for your charming words alone.”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Yes, well, let’s focus on the task at hand, shall we? If I’m going to join this group, I need to know that we can work together effectively and trust each other with our lives.”
Jon: “Ange, I swear to you that I will not let you die during battle. Is that good enough?”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Oh, Jon… that’s sweet of you to say, but I think I need a bit more reassurance than just your word. After all, we are talking about life and death here.”
Uthgerd: “Yeah, and Jon’s not exactly known for his ability to keep people safe.”
Alva: “Oh, Uthgerd, don’t be too hard on him. He’s trying, at least. But, Ange, I think what Uthgerd is trying to say is that we’re a team.”
Jon: “Hey, Ange, what do I need to do for you to be sure that I intend to keep you safe? Do you expect me to kiss your feet, your knees… your private parts?”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Oh, Jon, really! You’re being utterly ridiculous now. I don’t expect you to kiss anything, least of all my private parts. Just a simple promise to watch my back in battle and consider my safety when making decisions would be nice.”

Uthgerd: “Ha! You think he’s going to keep his word? He can barely take care of himself.”

I could no longer ignore Uthgerd’s resentment. I turned toward her with an apologetic expression.

Jon: “I’m sorry, Uthgerd. I know you’re still disappointed in me because of how I handled yesterday, when I jokingly approached people to ask them to join our band of adventurers. And I suppose that the whole bit with Arghus, that old man, was the straw that broke the camel’s back. But I apologize, Uthgerd. I have seen the light. I do not intend to make you feel like that again. I swear to you that I won’t keep hurting people unnecessarily.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon… I suppose I did need to hear that from you. Yesterday was a bit of a disaster, and your behavior with Arghus was… unacceptable. But I appreciate your apology, and I’m willing to give you another chance.”
Alva: “Oh, how touching. Jon’s finally learning to admit when he’s wrong.”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Yes, well, it takes a big person to apologize and acknowledge their mistakes.”
Jon: “See, Ange, I’m not entirely horrible. So, I wasn’t clear on what decision you took. Listen, I’m not just going to have you in mind for the decisions I take, but I will also ask for your input when there’s a big decision to be made. So, will you sing for us, Ange?”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “You’re a complicated one, aren’t you? Alright, I think I’ll take a chance on you and your… unique group of adventurers. And yes, I’ll sing for you. But don’t expect me to sing just to entertain you. My songs are meant to inspire, to heal, and to bring people together.”
Jon: “Well, Ange, I do love your beautiful voice, as well as I love your beautiful face.”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Oh, Jon, you’re making me blush. But please, let’s keep the focus on our partnership and not get too distracted by… personal feelings.”
Alva: “Ange’s right, Jon. We need to keep things professional if we’re going to succeed as a team.”
Uthgerd: “Yeah, and besides, Jon’s already got enough romantic entanglements with Alva here.”
Jon: “Not to mention the romantic entanglement I have with you, Uthgerd.”
Uthgerd: “What?! Jon, don’t be ridiculous! We’re comrades in battle, not romantic partners. Don’t get any ideas about me, I’m not interested in your… affections.”
Alva: “Oh, this is getting interesting. Jon, it seems like you’re having a bit of a problem distinguishing between friendship and romance.”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Indeed, Jon. Let’s just focus on our quest and keep our personal feelings out of it, shall we?”
Jon: “Was there such a need to be so definite about the fact that you don’t have any romantic interest in me? I have a frail and tender little heart that can be hurt, you know?”
Uthgerd: “Ha! Frail and tender little heart? You? Don’t make me laugh, Jon. You’re as tough as the leather armor you wear. And I was just making it clear because I know how you can get… overenthusiastic.”
Alva: “Oh, Uthgerd’s right, Jon. You do have a bit of a reputation for being…”
Jon: “For… for… for being what?”
Alva: “For being a bit of a ladies’ man, Jon. You’ve got a certain… charm, but you also have a tendency to get yourself into trouble with the women in your life.”
Uthgerd: “Yeah, and I’m not going to be one of them. So let’s just keep things clear and professional between us, okay?”
Jon: “It seems I cannot escape the things I do and the things I say.”
Alva: “Ah, Jon, it’s not about escaping who you are, it’s about being aware of how your actions and words affect those around you. You’re a bit of a wild card, and that can be both endearing and infuriating at the same time.”
Uthgerd: “Yeah, and sometimes it’s good to think before you speak, or act. It can save you a lot of trouble in the long run.”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Indeed, self-awareness is a valuable trait, Jon. Recognizing your flaws and strengths can help you grow as a person.”
Jon: “Oh, I’m sure I’m going to grow as a person steadily with such beautiful maidens by my side.”
Alva: “Always so quick with the flattery. But I think we’ll keep you in line, won’t we, ladies?”
Uthgerd: “Yeah, and don’t think for a moment that our presence here is just to coddle your ego. We’re here to fight alongside you, not just to look pretty.”
Ange the Song-Bearer: “Indeed, Jon. We’re all in this together now.”

Shortly after, I pulled Ange aside to discuss work matters.

Jon: “Let’s have a serious, professional conversation. I have to consider what gear you’re going to use.”
Ange: “My gear’s quite suited for a traveling bard such as myself. I’ve got my trusty steel sword for close combat, and my lute, flute, and drums for… well, for lifting spirits and demoralizing foes, depending on the situation. The armor I wear has served me well in past scrapes, but I’m always open to suggestions for improvement, of course.”
Jon: “As we go about in our adventures, we’re going to upgrade our gear. Would you prefer to wear light armor?”
Ange: “As a bard, I do prefer to keep my armor light, it allows me to move freely and easily, whether I’m dodging blows or dancing to the rhythm of my music. I’d say, if we’re looking at upgrading, I’d still opt for light armor. Perhaps something with a bit more… flair?”
Jon: “All right, we’ll have you looking fancy, Ange. And as for the type of weapons, you prefer swords, clubs, spears…?”
Ange: “I think I’d prefer to stick with swords, personally. There’s something about the elegance of a well-crafted blade that suits a bard’s… artistic sensibilities, don’t you think? Plus, it’s always handy to have a sword at one’s side, whether for close combat or as a prop for a dramatic performance.”
Jon: “Oh, we’re going to put on such a show.”
Ange: “Well, I’m always ready to put on a performance, whether it’s singing a stirring ballad or fighting off a band of marauders. After all, a bard’s got to keep their skills sharp, and their audience entertained!”
Jon: “Ange, you and I have a peculiar history together. We have argued bitterly before, and I know you don’t agree with some of my decisions, but I have to say, I’m glad to have you on my team now.”
Ange: “Our history is… complicated, to say the least. But I must admit, I’m glad to be working with you too, despite our differences. As a bard, I believe in the power of redemption and second chances, and I’m willing to put our past disagreements behind us for the sake of our shared goals. Besides, I’m curious to see how this…”
Jon: “This journey will end?”
Ange: “Indeed. And I have a feeling that with your… unconventional approach to things, and my own flair for the dramatic, we might just make a decent team after all. Who knows, perhaps our differences will even prove to be a strength, rather than a weakness.”

I hoped to avoid wasting another whole day without adventuring, but I also wanted to figure out if that Ria person, the aspiring Companion, would be willing to join us for a while. I gathered the team near the inn’s hearth.

Jon: “Alright, my three beautiful and capable maidens, this is the plan for today: it is 11 in the morning. Uthgerd, Ange, I think that you and I should go find that girl named Ria and see if we can add her to our ranks.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Ria, yes. She’s been trying to get the Companions’ attention, but I’m not sure if she’s got what it takes.”
Ange: “She might be eager to prove herself and join our little group. Plus, having someone with ties to the Companions could be useful in the future.”
Jon: “Very pragmatic of you, Ange. As for you, my beloved Alva, I’m afraid that, due to your affliction, you’re going to have to sit this one out.”
Alva: “Yes, you’re right, Jon. The sunlight isn’t exactly welcoming to my kind. I’ll just have to stay here and enjoy the warmth of the fire instead.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, poor Alva, stuck inside while we get to go out and have all the fun. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure to bring back all the excitement and tales to share with you.”
Ange: “And perhaps I can even compose a song about our adventures to entertain you when we return, Alva.”
Jon: “Yeah, don’t worry, Alva. We’re going to go on a night-time adventure soon enough. Also, when I return to you later tonight, I will give you a gift, one that involves you being naked and my mouth playing with your parts.”
Alva: “Ah, Jon, always so direct and charming. I’m looking forward to it, my love. Though, perhaps, you shouldn’t make such promises in front of our companions.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, spare us the details, Jon. We don’t need to know about your extracurricular activities.”
Ange: “Though, I must say, Jon, you’re certainly a romantic.”
Jon: “I can’t help but proclaim my affections and tongue prowess in public, that’s how proud I am.”
Uthgerd: “Well, just try to keep your tongue and other body parts to yourself for now, Jon. We have a task at hand. Let’s focus on finding Ria and seeing if she’s interested in joining us.”
Ange: “Indeed, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We can celebrate later, Jon. For now, let’s concentrate on recruiting Ria and strengthening our group.”
Alva: “I’ll just sit here and enjoy the entertainment from afar…”

At the bustling market, we spotted the local merchant whom I had bothered for no good reason the day before.

Jon: “Oh, if it isn’t Ysolda, the… enthusiastic woman. How are you on this fine morning?”
Ysolda: “Ah, Jon! Good morning to you too! I’m doing wonderfully, thank you for asking. I was just thinking about our previous conversation, and I must say, I’m still very interested in joining your little group. I think I could bring a lot of value to your adventures.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, great, here we go again. Ysolda, we’ve already discussed this.”
Ange: “Ah, actually, we were just about to go look for a new recruit.”
Jon: “Ange, you don’t know this, but Ysolda actually is not a fighter at all. She’s just a tradeswoman. She wants to own Bannered Mare, and she’s interested in our adventurer’s band as a potential source of coin. I don’t blame her for it, mind you.”
Ysolda: “Ah, Jon, you’re absolutely right! I’m a businesswoman at heart, and I see potential in your group to make some real profit. And who says a tradeswoman can’t be a valuable asset to an adventuring party?”
Uthgerd: “Ha! You think wanting to run an inn is going to prepare you for the dangers we face on the road?”
Ange: “Actually, Uthgerd, having someone with trading skills could be quite useful. We do need to acquire and sell goods from time to time.”
Jon: “Well, in that sense, Ysolda could do that, but she doesn’t need to come along with us in our adventures. She could be our contact here in Whiterun whenever we need to buy or sell goods, and I guess she could get a cut.”
Ysolda: “Ah, now that’s a proposition I can get behind! I’d be happy to act as your contact and trading partner here in Whiterun. And of course, a fair share of the profits would be lovely.”
Uthgerd: “Hmmph, I suppose it couldn’t hurt to have someone with connections in Whiterun looking out for our interests.”
Ange: “Indeed, having a reliable contact in town could prove quite useful.”
Jon: “You know, this is a sort of belonging to a band of adventures, you know, being our contact in town. You stay in the safety of these sturdy walls, but still act as our contact whenever we return here.”
Ysolda: “Exactly! I like the way you think, Jon.”
Jon: “You hear that Uthgerd, Ange? Ysolda likes the way I think. I don’t hear that often.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, spare us the theatrics, Jon. We’re not here to stroke your ego.”
Ange: “Indeed, let’s focus on the task at hand. Ysolda, it’s settled then? You’ll act as our contact in Whiterun?”
Ysolda: “Absolutely! I’ll be happy to help you all in any way I can.”
Jon: “Ysolda, I had tagged you as a nutcase for that whole business about yearning to be bait against a dragon, but now I consider that you aren’t only cute, but also a capable tradeswoman. You could be very useful to our band of adventurers.”
Ysolda: “Oh, Jon, stop it! You’re making me blush. But I suppose I can forgive you this time, since you’re being so charming.”

Ange and Uthgerd complained about me trying to get into yet another woman’s pants. A bit later, we headed straight to Jorrvaskr, Hall of the Companions, to figure out if Ria had returned today for a bit of training. We entered the building, but Ria was nowhere to be found. I approached the local bombshell, Aela the Huntress, now that I had a decent excuse to talk to her again.

Jon: “Apologize for bothering you, mighty Aela, but we came to Jorrvaskr for that fledging warriors of yours, Ria. Have you seen her around lately?”

Aela pointed at the back door.

Aela the Huntress: “There you have her.”

I got a glimpse of raven-black hair and a sort of barbarian get-up, before the door closed behind that person. We followed her to the training courtyard, located at the back of the building.

Jon: “My goodness, when you said that Ria was an aspiring Companion whom they hadn’t accepted yet, I envisioned a young thing that looked like she might break at any moment, but Ria looks badass!”
Ria: “Ha! I get that a lot, actually. People underestimate me because of my age, but I’ve been training with the Companions since I was a kid. I can hold my own in a fight.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, she’s got spirit, all right. But let’s see if she’s got the skills to back it up.”
Ange: “Now, now, Uthgerd. No need to intimidate our young friend just yet. Ria, tell us more about yourself. What makes you want to join our little band of adventurers?”
Jon: “Actually, Ange, despite your beautiful face, I have to correct you: we still haven’t told Ria that we’re planning on enlisting her… I mean, offering her to join our band of adventurers.”
Ria: “Wait, what? You’re looking to recruit me for something? I thought this was just a casual conversation. What kind of adventuring are we talking about?”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon’s got a way of getting ahead of himself, doesn’t he? We’re a group of… entrepreneurs, looking for skilled warriors to help us with various tasks.”
Jon: “Yes, Ria, and those various tasks are vanquishing bandit camps, raiding ancient ruins, defeating ancient spirits, possibly vampires as well… Are those the kinds of adventures you are into?”
Ria: “Oh, absolutely! That sounds like the kind of thing I’ve been training for my whole life. I’m in, when do we start? I’ve got my sword, my armor, and I’m ready to take on whatever you’ve got planned.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, enthusiasm is great, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We need to make sure you’re aware of the risks involved. It’s not all fun and games, you know.”
Jon: “It is still a lot of fun, Ria. Let me ask you, what kind of fighting ability are you specialized in?”
Ria: “Well, as a Companion, I’m trained in the art of melee combat, specifically with a one-handed sword. I’ve also been practicing my dual-wielding skills, just in case things get up close and personal. I like to think I’m pretty versatile on the battlefield.”
Ange: “Ah, a warrior with finesse and flair! I approve. We could always use someone with a bit of style in our group.”
Jon: “I’m extremely glad to say this: welcome to our little band of adventurers, which is composed of the beautiful Ange the Song-Bearer, the beautiful Uthgerd the Unbroken, and the beautiful Alva, who is currently staying at the Mare.”
Uthgerd: “I’m not sure I’d call myself beautiful, but I’ll take the compliment.”
Ange: “Oh, Jon, always so charming and full of flair. But yes, welcome to our little group, Ria! We’re a bit of a motley crew, but we’ll make it work.”
Ria: “Thanks for the welcome! I’m looking forward to meeting Alva…”
Jon: “Oh, Ria, you’re going to love Alva. She’s a bit pale, because… she has anemia. But you’ll get along with her. She’s very charming and seductive. Anyway, Ria, my point is that you, being a fighter and also beautiful, are going to fit in beautifully in our little group of adventurers.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, spare us the sales pitch, Jon. Ria’s already agreed to join, no need to lay it on thick.”
Ange: “Besides, I think Ria can form her own opinion of Alva.”
Ria: “Yeah, I’m curious to meet her. Anemia, huh? Hope she’s not too fragile for our line of work…”
Jon: “Oh, Ria, well… Alva’s anemia only affects her skin color, she is otherwise extremely capable in a fight, you’ll see.”
Ria: “I… see. Well, that’s good to know, I suppose. Though I’ve never heard of anemia that only affects skin color…”
Uthgerd: “Jon, stop dancing around it. Ria’s going to find out eventually. Might as well tell her the truth about Alva now and get it over with.”
Ange: “Oh dear, this is getting interesting. Jon, perhaps you should be honest with Ria about Alva’s…”
Jon: “Actually, Ria, yeah. I’m afraid it’s better to be honest with you. Our friend Alva cannot get out in the light of day, if you know what I mean.”
Ria: “Ah, I… think I do. You’re saying she’s a vampire, aren’t you?”
Uthgerd: “Finally, Jon decides to be honest. Yes, Ria, Alva is a vampire. But don’t worry, she’s not as… unpleasant as some of the others you might have met.”

Ange: “Well, that’s one way to put it. Ria, I’m sure you’ll find Alva to be quite… charming in her own way. But we should probably warn you about her certain…”
Jon: “What is there to warn Ria about, regarding Alva?”
Uthgerd: “Oh, just the usual vampire tendencies, Jon. You know, the whole bloodlust thing. Ria, you should just be careful around her, especially if you’re wounded or bleeding.”
Ange: “And perhaps it’s also worth mentioning that Alva can be a bit… persuasive. She has a certain way of getting what she wants from people, if you know what I mean.”
Ria: “I think I do. You’re saying she’s got a bit of a vampiric charm, right?”
Jon: “Yeah, don’t worry, Ria, because I am the one who is satisfying Alva’s bloodlust. Every night, while we’re under the sheets, alone in the dark, Alva gladly sinks her fangs into my carotid artery to drink my sweet, sweet blood.”
Uthgerd: “Jon, for the love of… That’s more information than we needed, don’t you think?”
Ange: “Ah, Jon, always so forthright. Ria, I’m sure you’re reassured now.”
Ria: “Uh, yeah… I think so. So, just to clarify, you and Alva have a… special arrangement, and she gets her blood from you, so she’s not a danger to the rest of us?”
Jon: “Well, yes, we have a special arrangement, but even if we didn’t, Alva would not be a threat to the rest of us, because she’s very reasonable, and she doesn’t attack people unnecessarily.”
Uthgerd: “Save it, Jon. We’ve already established that Alva’s a vampire. Let’s not sugarcoat it too much, shall we?”
Ange: “Actually, Jon, I think what Uthgerd is trying to say is that we should be cautious around Alva, despite your… arrangement with her.”
Ria: “Yeah, I think that’s a good point. I mean, I’m willing to work with Alva and all, but it’s always good to be aware of potential risks, right?”
Jon: “Listen, my beautiful maidens: you’ll see Alva fighting, and you’ll realize that she will defend us and murder people and animals for our sake. She is a teammate to be respected and confided in.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, for the love of… Teen maid?! Seriously, Jon? You’re not exactly helping Alva’s case here.”
Jon: “What?”
Ange: “I think what Uthgerd is trying to say, Jon, is that perhaps you should let Alva speak for herself and demonstrate her abilities in battle before we start waxing poetic about her virtues.”
Ria: “Yeah, and maybe avoid using… unusual phrases like ‘teen maid’? It’s a bit off-putting.”
Jon: “I’m afraid I have to clarify: I said…”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, don’t dig yourself deeper into this hole. Just stop while you’re ahead, okay?”

Well, I didn’t have much reason to complain. We were a five-warrior team now, myself along with four beautiful maidens of battle. I was living the dream. So proud of that fact I was, that when we were about to pass by Njada, the abrasive brawler who had dismissed me yesterday, I had to boast about it.

Jon: “Hey, Njada, when I first talked to you, after you won that brawl against the Dunmer, you thought of me as the worthless leader of a petty adventurer’s band. Now look at me! I’m accompanied by these fierce warriors. So, do you think that we have become a worthy band of companions?”
Njada Stonearm: “Ah, you’re back. And with a few new faces, I see. I’m not impressed by numbers, leader. It’s quality that counts.”
Jon: “In any case, I just wanted to rub in your face, because you were mean to me, that now I have these beautiful women following me, being all cool.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, by Ysmir, Jon. Don’t be such a child. You’re gloating because you’ve got a few women following you around? That’s not impressive.”
Njada Stonearm: “Yes, I was right to doubt your character. You’re more concerned with appearances than actual strength or honor.”

My gaze landed on Ange, who was narrowing her eyes at me.

Jon: “Oh, please, Ange. Are you telling me that you yourself wouldn’t love to have a string of gorgeous women following you?”
Ange: “I’m a bard, not some swaggering warrior trying to prove myself. My music and stories are what bring people to me, not some false bravado.”
Ria: “Jon, I’m here because I want to fight and have adventures, not because I’m some prize to be won. Let’s focus on something more important than your ego.”
Jon: “Alright, I suppose I should stop talking now.”
Njada Stonearm: “Finally, some sense from you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more important things to attend to. Like training and actual battle strategy.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, let’s focus on something worthwhile. Ange, how about a song to lift our spirits? The day is young, after all.”
Ange: “Ah, an excellent idea, Uthgerd! Let me see…”
Jon: “Oh yeah, while we walk the streets of Whiterun, I would love to be graced by one of your songs, Ange.”
Ange: “Well, in that case, I’ll play something fitting for the city of Whiterun. How about… ‘The Wolves of Jorrvaskr’?”
Ria: “Oh, I’ve heard that one before! I love it.”
Njada Stonearm: “Yes, well, just be sure to keep your voice down. Don’t disturb the good people of Whiterun.”

I felt good enough regarding my team now that both Ange and Ria had agreed to join. It was a matter of figuring out what or whom we were going to kill. I checked the missive board for quests.

Jon: “Hey listen, my maidens of battle: I have just checked the missive board for possible job listings, and I have found one about clearing out a den of monsters. A good job for our little group of adventurers, right?”
Ria: “Oh, that sounds like a great opportunity for us to prove ourselves! I’m always up for a good fight, and taking down a den of monsters would be a fantastic way to show the people of Whiterun what we’re capable of.”
Ange: “Ah, a den of monsters, you say? That’s a tale waiting to be told! I can already think of a few verses to commemorate our bravery.”
Uthgerd: “Hold on, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
Jon: “Very well, that is fantastic then. When the evening comes and the sun rays are starting to die down, let’s get Alva. Together, the five of us, we’ll travel out of Whiterun and towards this den. Let’s have a fantastic night full of adventure.”
Uthgerd: “We don’t even know what kind of monsters we’re up against.”
Ria: “Oh, come on, Uthgerd! Where’s your sense of adventure? We can handle whatever comes our way! Besides, it’ll be fun to have Alva along – I’m sure she’ll… liven things up.”
Jon: “Don’t worry, Uthgerd, this is not going to be a suicidal job. We are going to approach the den and figure out what kind of monsters we are dealing with. Are you satisfied with that?”
Uthgerd: “Fine. But don’t think for a moment that I’m going to hold back if things get hairy. I’ll fight with every ounce of strength I have.”
Ange: “And I’ll be right there with my lute, singing songs to stir our spirits and strike fear into the hearts of our enemies!”
Jon: “Do not worry, Uthgerd, because I do not intend for you to hold back. I want you unleashed, I want you as a furious mama bear eager to destroy our enemies.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, you want me unleashed, do you? Well, be careful what you wish for, boy! I’ll show you what a Nord warrior looks like when she’s let loose. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you…”