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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, terrorized a hard-working father into letting his teenage daughter elope with a violent layabout.

During our nocturnal journey to Riften, I had the privilege of listening to my warriors Utgherd and Ria bonding with each other.

Uthgerd: “Ria, I’ve been meaning to ask you about your training with the Companions. How did you first get involved with them?”
Ria: “It’s been a dream of mine since I was little. I used to run around Whiterun with a wooden sword, pretending to fight alongside Ysgramor and the other heroes of old.”
Uthgerd: “That’s admirable. I’ve always respected the Companions, even if things didn’t work out between us. What about you, Ria? Do you ever regret joining them?”
Ria: “There are times when the life of a warrior weighs heavily on me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. The Companions are my family, and I’m proud to fight alongside them.”
Uthgerd: “I can understand that. The bonds forged in battle are unlike any other. Speaking of which, how are things going for you when it comes to us, the Frostpeak Stalkers?”
Ria: “It’s been an adventure, that’s for sure. We’ve faced all sorts of dangers together, and it’s only made us stronger. I’m glad to be a part of it, even if it’s not quite the same as the Companions.”
Uthgerd: “That’s good to hear. I may not have made it into the Companions, but I’ve found a new purpose with this band. And having you by my side makes it all the better.”
Ria: “I feel the same way, Uthgerd. We may have our differences, but when it comes down to it, we’re all in this together.”

It was always hard to get a read on Jenassa. The Dunmer were stand-offish and secretive in general. Still, I didn’t want any resentment between us to linger.

Jon: “Jenassa, can I have a little one-on-one with you?”
Jenassa: “Speak your mind.”
Jon: “You do not like this one bit, do you? The fact that we’ve picked up these two strays from Ivarstead. Not the kind of development you’re accustomed to in your career as a professional murderer.”
Jenassa: “But it seems to be the way of your group. I’ll adapt.”
Jon: “Jenassa, you can open up about your displeasure, you know? If something pisses you off, or if it feels truly wrong to you. I will appreciate your input and advice. You’re a consummate pro, after all.”
Jenassa: “That’s… unexpectedly kind of you. But don’t think I’ll go soft. I’m still your blade, ready for blood when needed.”
Jon: “Regarding Riften, by the way, you didn’t seem very pleased about the fact that we were heading there. Bad memories with the place?”
Jenassa: “Dark ones. My past is bloody and not all of it was by choice. But it’s in the past. I follow where the gold and the fight lead me. Just don’t expect me to be… comfortable there.”
Jon: “Do you know any people in particular that we should be wary of?”
Jenassa: “Watch out for a Dunmer named Indaryn. He’s… trouble. And keep an eye on the Black-Briar family. They’re rich and ruthless. But I’ll be watching your back. You focus on leading us.”

An Argonian highwayman waylaid us. By the time he realized his mistake, if he ever did, he was already a corpse.

Jon: “That idiot decided to rob a band of hardened adventurers.”
Jenassa: “He picked the wrong targets. Not the first, won’t be the last. Let’s keep moving before more come.”
Jon: “Excuse me, Jen. I’m afraid that I’ll have to force you to repeat yourself, because thanks to that thief, I haven’t retained what you told me. Who was the person I should be wary of?”
Jenassa: “Indaryn. He’s a dangerous one. I’ll point him out if I see him. But don’t worry about it now. We need to keep moving. The road is dangerous.”

When we reached Riften’s gate and greeted the guards, one of them attempted to shake us down for money. A ‘visitor tax,’ he called it. I persuaded him to take a good look at us and reconsider that extortion. Reluctantly, the guard apologized and let us in.

Jon: “Can you believe it? A guard extortioning us for wanting to enter the city.”
Uthgerd: “That’s ridiculous. We’re here to help keep the roads safe and this is how they treat us?”
Jenassa: “It’s not uncommon for guards to try and extort travelers. It’s good you managed to talk him out of it.”
Alva: “I’m not surprised, given Riften’s reputation. We should keep our guard up while we’re here.”
Jon: “Yes, let’s keep our pouches safe, close to the body at all times.”
Uthgerd: “Good thinking. I don’t want anyone getting their hands on my hard-earned loot.”
Alva: “I’m not too worried. Anyone who tries to rob me will regret it quickly.”
Jenassa: “We’re all capable warriors here. No one in this city stands a chance against us.”
Alva: “I couldn’t agree more. We’ll watch out for each other and make it through just fine.”
Jon: “That’s right, if anybody in this city annoys us in any way, we’ll just raze the whole place to the ground and laugh as it burns.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! I like the way you think, Jon. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, though.”
Jenassa: “We should try to keep a low profile while we’re here. No need to draw unnecessary attention.”
Alva: “I agree with Jenassa. We’re here for a reason, let’s not get sidetracked by petty squabbles.”

I was already in a combative mood when, as we walked down Riften’s main street, a man leaning against a post barked at us to get our attention. The way he looked, he may as well have had the word “thug” tattooed on his forehead. In a threatening manner, he told us that they knew of our arrival, and that we better be in our best behavior in their city. I was guessing we were dealing with a minion of the true power in Riften, above the official authority.

Jon: “What business is it of yours, good sir?”
Maul: “Listen, elf. I’m not your ‘good sir.’ I’ve warned you about the smart thing to do in Riften. You don’t want to get on the wrong side of the Black-Briars or the Thieves Guild.”
Uthgerd: “What’s the matter? Afraid of a little competition?”
Jon: “Sir, I’m afraid this must be some sort of misunderstanding. You see, we are a world-renowned group of adventurers called Frostpeak Stalkers, and we’re acting as personal couriers of one Miss Ingun Black-Briar, of the famous Black-Briar family. We came to Riften to deliver a very important letter that will make her day.”
Maul: “You’re working for Ingun Black-Briar? Hah! In that case, you’re definitely on the wrong side of Riften.”

That threw me off. Was this Ingun the black sheep of the family?

Alva: “Ignore him, Jon. We have important business here and we can’t let some thug intimidate us.”
Jenassa: “Keep your cool, everyone. We’re here to do a job, not start trouble. Let’s just deliver the letter and be on our way.”
Ria: “I agree with Jenassa. The sooner we finish our business here, the better.”
Jon: “I have one last concern regarding you, sir. Is your vision okay? Are you seeing blurry?”
Maul: “What are you getting at, elf? My vision is fine. I see a group of troublemakers who don’t know when to keep their noses out of other people’s business.”
Alva: “Jon, stop antagonizing him. We have more important things to do.”
Uthgerd: “Yeah, Jon. Let’s focus on delivering that letter. We don’t need to waste our time with this guy.”
Jon: “Your vision cannot possibly be okay. I’m a mage, so my powers are hidden, but still, a single glance at my fearsome companions should have dissuaded you from that course of action. See Uthgerd, for example: that greataxe on her back was looted from a draugr overlord that we defeated after mowing through a couple dozen of his brethren. You think you can intimidate us? You think you can make us lower our heads? We have murdered about fifty people this week alone.”
Maul: “Big words coming from someone who still hasn’t proved themselves in Riften. I don’t care how many draugr you’ve defeated. In this city, the Black-Briars are the ones to fear.”

I had to give it to this thug: he didn’t flinch.

Alva: “Jon, let it go. We’re not here to compare body counts.”
Jenassa: “We’re not here to cause trouble. But if you keep threatening us, you’ll see just how capable we are.”

We had barely walked further for a minute or so when we heard cries. A couple of guards were pursuing a thief into the back alleys. So far, I would hesitate to endorse this town.

We headed to the closest inn we could find, an establishment festively named The Bee and Barb. Some of the clientele suggested that I should shove bear traps in my pockets. Behind the bar counter, a curious sight greeted us: an Argonian woman with a fluffy mane of feathers.

Keerava’s the name. She seemed wary of us, and asked if we had come to Riften to stir up trouble.

Jon: “We do stir up trouble on a regular basis, but mostly for bandits, for the undead who were until that point resting peacefully in their ancient barrows… What else… Wolves, bears, and the likes as well.”
Uthgerd: “Don’t forget the dragons. We took down a few of those as well.”
Keerava: “Dragons? You’ve fought dragons? That’s either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish. I can’t decide which.”
Uthgerd: “When you’re a true Nord like us, facing a dragon is just another day’s work. Right, Jon?”
Jon: “I’m afraid I dislike lying like that, but I’ll note down that you want to defeat a dragon. Keerava, felling dragons has yet to show up in our CVs.”
Uthgerd: “It’s not a lie, Jon. We will face a dragon one day. And when we do, we’ll be ready for it.”
Jon: “I don’t think that’s how truth works.”
Keerava: “I admire your confidence. But be careful what you wish for. Dragons are not to be trifled with.”
Uthgerd: “We’ll keep that in mind. But for now, we’ll focus on the threats we can handle.”
Jon: “How would one defeat a dragon, Keerava? After all, they are sort of your cousins, aren’t they?”
Keerava: “Ha! Just because I’m an Argonian doesn’t mean I have any special insight into dragons. I’m a barkeeper, not a dragon slayer.”
Uthgerd: “From what I’ve heard, you need a lot of firepower and a lot of nerve. And a good shield to block their fire breath.”
Keerava: “I’ve also heard that some use the power of the Voice, like the Greybeards.”
Jon: “You mean that they just shout at dragons? Like, insults?”
Keerava: “No, not insults. The power of the Voice is said to be a kind of magic.”
Uthgerd: “But it takes great skill and training to master.”
Keerava: “There are stories of the Greybeards using their Thu’um to actually calm dragons, rather than destroy them.”
Jon: “Maybe you could calm a dragon to the extent of making it your pet. Wouldn’t you like to ride a dragon into battle, Uthgerd?”
Uthgerd: “That would be a sight to see, indeed. Imagine the look on our enemies’ faces when they see me riding in on a dragon!”
Keerava: “Riding a dragon… Now that’s a tall tale if I’ve ever heard one. But who knows, maybe you’ll be the first. Just remember, a dragon is not a beast to be tamed.”
Jon: “Well, thank you for the conversation, Keerava. I think that my companions and I are going to hit the beds for the night. Do you have any rooms available?”
Keerava: “Of course. It’s 10 septims a night per person.”
Uthgerd: “Sounds fair. We’ll take four rooms.”
Keerava: “Very well. Here are your keys. Your rooms are just up the stairs. If you need anything, just let me know.”
Jon: “Four rooms for seven people? Fastred and Bassianus will share a bed. Obviously Uthgerd and me another. What else? Maybe Ria and Jenassa will have a slumber party together. Alva alone, then?”
Uthgerd: “Wait, what? We’re sharing beds? I didn’t agree to that.”
Jenassa: “I prefer to sleep alone. It’s safer that way.”
Keerava: “Well, you’ve already paid for four rooms. How you decide to divide them up is up to you.”
Uthgerd: “Fine, Jon and I will share. But no funny business. I’m here to sleep, not to frolic.”
Jon: “Uthgerd, we’ve already had funny business in bed.”
Uthgerd: “Jon, I swear to Talos, if you don’t stop talking like that, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
Jenassa: “Do you two ever stop bickering?”
Uthgerd: “Not really. It’s our way of showing affection.”
Keerava: “As long as you keep it civil in my establishment, I don’t care how you show your affection.”
Jon: “Well, Keerava, I hope your walls are soundproof, that’s all I’m saying.”
Keerava: “They’re thick enough. Just don’t break anything.”
Uthgerd: “Break? I’ll make sure Jon is the one who’ll be broken if he doesn’t behave.”
Jenassa: “Maybe I should sleep in the same room as you two. Just to make sure no one gets killed.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! You’re welcome to try, but I think Jon would prefer if we had some privacy.”
Jon: “Where did you get that from, Uthgerd? I’d love for Jenassa to watch. Even join in.”
Uthgerd: “You never cease to amaze me with your audacity, Jon.”
Jenassa: “I’ll pass on the offer. I have no interest in participating in your… activities.”
Uthgerd: “See, Jon? You’re on your own. I’ll deal with you myself.”
Keerava: “I run an inn, not a brothel. Please keep that in mind.”
Jon: “Hey, don’t suggest that I have to pay for affection. That’s also an insult toward Uthgerd. As if she would ever accept money for dominating men in bed.”
Keerava: “I didn’t mean to suggest anything. I just want to make sure my inn’s reputation stays intact.”
Uthgerd: “And I don’t ‘dominate men’ in bed. You make it sound so crude, Jon.”
Jenassa: “How about we all retire for the night? It’s been a long day.”
Uthgerd: “Agreed. Let’s go, Jon. Before you say something else you’ll regret.”
Jon: “Oh, I keep saying things that I soon regret, but somehow I keep repeating the same mistakes.”
Uthgerd: “That’s because you never learn, Jon.”
Jenassa: “Some people just enjoy the thrill of pushing boundaries.”
Keerava: “Just remember, there are consequences to every action.”
Uthgerd: “He’ll learn his lesson soon enough. Now, let’s get some rest. I’m exhausted.”

I intended to share the good news with the couple of lovebirds we had enlisted into our ranks. They didn’t seem bothered about my interruption.

Jon: “Hey, you two have made it to Riften. You’re free to live together as a couple, away from oppression and tyranny.”
Bassianus: “Aye, we’ve made it. Can you believe it, Fastred? We’re finally free to live our lives as we see fit.”
Fastred: “It’s like a dream come true! I can’t wait to explore the city and see what adventures await us here.”
Bassianus: “And with the Frostpeak Stalkers at our backs, there’s no telling what we can achieve. Right, Jon?”
Jon: “That’s right. After a couple of Dwemer dungeons and a few more ancient barrows that we’ll clear out with your help, you will forget all about your humble origins.”
Bassianus: “I can hardly wait. Dwemer dungeons, ancient burial grounds… it’s like a dream come true for a lad from Ivarstead.”
Fastred: “Oh, I can’t wait to see all those amazing places! And to think, we’ll be fighting side by side, protecting each other.”
Bassianus: “Aye, we’ll watch each other’s backs. Together, there’s nothing we can’t handle.”
Jon: “Bassianus, turns out that you pulling a knife on a complete stranger was a good idea after all, huh?”
Bassianus: “Heh, I guess it was. Who knew that a moment of drunken stupidity would lead to this?”
Fastred: “I’m just glad Jon saw something in you, Bassianus. Otherwise, we might still be stuck in Ivarstead, living the same boring lives.”
Bassianus: “Aye, we owe a lot to Jon and the Frostpeak Stalkers. But we’ll prove our worth, won’t we, Fastred?”

Most of my companions had retired for the night, and I didn’t want to wait any more to sample the local goods. One woman had caught my eye: a raven-haired Nord wearing strong leathers that had seen plenty of use, and who scanned the room with the tough, detached demeanour of those who’ve long been absent from polite society.

Jon: “What’s with you looking so gloomy, gorgeous?”
Sapphire: “You’re not exactly a ray of sunshine yourself, you know. What’s your story?”
Jon: “My story? I’m an Altmer, a High Elf from overseas. I came to Skyrim to study magic, and I’ve ended up in a bit of an adventure. I’ve visited Solitude, Morthal, Whiterun, Falkreath, Ivarstead, and now I find myself in Riften. I command a band of adventurers called Frostpeak Stalkers, well-renowned. I’m protected by four fearsome women that will murder my enemies for me. I’m very happy.”
Sapphire: “Sounds like you’ve got quite the little harem going on. But let me guess, you’re still missing that special someone to share your adventures with. That’s where I come in, right?”

Jon: “You’re good at reading people’s minds. You have that peculiar allure, you know: beautiful features, and the eyes of a killer. That coldness that tells me that, under the right circumstances, you wouldn’t hesitate to murder someone unpleasant for a, let’s say, charming Altmer mage called Jon.”
Sapphire: “You’ve got no idea what I’m capable of, Jon. But I’ll take that as a compliment. So, what exactly are you proposing here? Because if you’re looking for someone to warm your bed at night, you might want to look elsewhere. I’m not that easy.”
Jon: “For a woman like yourself, I can wait. I will stick around for a while in your town, selling our loot, figuring out how the power dynamics work. And I’d love to add to my ranks of powerful women someone as adapted to the shadows as you seem to be.”
Sapphire: “So you want me to join your little gang of adventurers? I prefer to work alone. But… if the price is right, I might be persuaded. I’ll tell you what, Jon. Make it worth my while, and I’ll consider joining your little band of misfits. But don’t expect me to be your personal assassin. I’ve got my own interests to look out for. And if you ever double-cross me, I won’t hesitate to put a knife in your back. So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?”
Jon: “Sexy and dangerous, just how I like them. Yeah, I think we can help each other.”

Next morning, most of the Frostpeak Stalkers hit the local stores to unload the mountains of crap we had accumulated from our recent adventures: spare weapons, armor, gems, potions, books, and stuff that I couldn’t remember how it ended up in our backpacks. We didn’t earn as much as I had hoped, but we did deplete the money that two merchants had at hand to pay for our stuff, so that was a good feeling.

At the local general trader, I started asking for the one person we had intended to meet in Riften.

Jon: “Now that we’ve gotten you to buy plenty of our loot, I have a question about one of the local residents. I hope you’ll be able to point us in the right direction.”
Bersi Honey-Hand: “Ah, one of the many colorful characters we have here in Riften, hey? What’s on your mind, friend?”
Jon: “We have an urgent letter to deliver to a certain member of the Black-Briar family. Given the trouble inherent to inquiring about Riften’s most fearsome family, I wanted to be discreet when asking about this particular member.”
Bersi Honey-Hand: “Ah, the Black-Briars. They’re a powerful family here in Riften, with their hands in many pockets. If you’ve got business with them, it’s best to tread carefully.”
Jenassa: “Discretion is key in these matters. We don’t want to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, we’ve dealt with our fair share of troublemakers.”
Jon: “We’re looking for Ingun Black-Briar in particular.”
Bersi Honey-Hand: “Ingun Black-Briar? She’s the daughter of Maven Black-Briar, the matriarch of the family. Ingun is known for her interest in alchemy and potions. You can usually find her at their manor or at the alchemy shop nearby.”
Ria: “Good to know. We’ll need to be cautious approaching her, given her family’s reputation.”
Jenassa: “Indeed. We should have a plan before we make our move.”
Jon: “Well, we’re certainly not going to enter the family manor any time soon. But the alchemy shop, you said? Let’s head there as clients, and see if we spot anyone there that could respond to that name.”
Bersi Honey-Hand: “That sounds like a wise approach. The alchemy shop is called Elgrim’s Elixirs, just a short walk from here. Ingun frequents the place to procure ingredients and share her knowledge with the owner, Elgrim.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, we can blend in as customers and keep an eye out for her. We’ll have to be subtle in our inquiries, though. We don’t want to raise suspicions.”

I tipped the shopkeeper for his help.

Jon: “Thank you, Bersi, even more so because we’re strangers in this town. We don’t intend to harm Ingun, but discreetness is best policy.”
Bersi Honey-Hand: “You’re welcome, friend. I appreciate your honesty and the septims. I hope your business with Ingun goes smoothly.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, we’ll be careful not to cause any trouble. But if the Black-Briars give us any grief, we’ll be ready to handle it.”

Jenassa: “Let’s head to Elgrim’s Elixirs and see if we can find Ingun.”

We couldn’t delay the unpleasantness any longer: we had to confront the one task that had brought us to Riften in the first place. We were going to ruin the day of this Ingun Black-Briar.

Elgrim’s Elixirs was located below the main street level, facing the river. The whole area smelled of fish. The dim interior of the store resembled an old person’s living room. We bothered the grumpy old man at the counter, who once asked about Ingun, gestured toward a woman seated beside the fireplace, reading a book. All Thrice-Bitten had said of this Ingun had suggested a scrawny, awkward-looking young woman who perhaps wore spectacles, but the real woman was wearing fine clothes, and her silky hair was styled in an elegant shoulder-length cut with a side part.

Jon: “Excuse me. You are Ingun Black-Briar, right? Elgrim told us so.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “Yes, I’m Ingun Black-Briar. What can I do for you?”
Jenassa: “We have a letter for you.”
Ria: “We thought it might be important, so we wanted to deliver it to you personally.”
Jon: “Yes, Miss Ingun. First, I want to clarify something: do you know a certain Thrice-Bitten, an Argonian, well?”
Ingun Black-Briar: “Yes, I know Thrice-Bitten. He’s assisted me in gathering ingredients for my experiments in the past. Why do you ask?”
Jon: “Would you consider yourself a friend of this Argonian? Is he someone you’re fond of?”
Ingun Black-Briar: “I wouldn’t say we’re friends, exactly. Our relationship is more… transactional. He gathers ingredients for me, and I pay him for his trouble.”
Jenassa: “The letter may shed some light on his recent activities.”
Ria: “We thought you should see it, regardless of the nature of your relationship.”
Jon: “Yes, Miss Ingun. Let me shed some light on this situation. My friends here and I, we were staying in Falkreath when we entered the local alchemy shop. We met this Thrice-Bitten character. He was browsing for rare ingredients. When we spoke to him at length, he opened up about you, Ingun.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “I see. So, you’ve met Thrice-Bitten, and he mentioned me.”
Ria: “Yes, he seemed quite intent on finding those ingredients for you. He even asked us to deliver a letter to you.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “I appreciate you bringing this to me. Thrice-Bitten can be unreliable at times, so it’s good to know there are others willing to ensure his tasks are completed.”
Jon: “Well, Miss Ingun, let me tell you, Thrice-Bitten, that character, he paid us to deliver this letter, which he wrote to you, urgently. I shall proceed to read it out loud as per Thrice-Bitten’s instructions.”
Jenassa: “Perhaps it would be better to let Ingun read the letter herself.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “Yes, I would prefer to read it privately.”
Jon: “I’m sorry, but Thrice-Bitten was extremely clear in his instructions, for which he paid us quite a bit of gold. He emphasized that I should read the letter out loud, theatrically, for maximum effect.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “I understand, but I would still prefer to read it myself.”
Jenassa: “Perhaps we could compromise and read it aloud, but in a less theatrical manner.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “Very well, if you must. Go ahead and read the letter, but please, keep it concise.”
Jon: “Very well, Ingun, I’m going to read the letter that Thrice-Bitten wrote for you, but let me preface and clarify that this letter is written by Thrice-Bitten, not me nor any other member of my group. Thrice-Bitten is the author. Is that understood?”
Ingun Black-Briar: “Yes, I understand. The letter is from Thrice-Bitten, not from any of you. Please, go ahead and read it.”
Jenassa: “We’ll remain silent while you read, unless you have any questions.”
Ria: “We’re just delivering the message, nothing more.”
Jon: “Very well, here we go… This is the entire content of the letter that Thrice-Bitten wrote for you, Ingun Black-Briar. The letter says, and I quote, ‘Dear Ingun, I hope you die, I hope someone rips open your belly and shoves a hive of bees in that horker you call a stomach. I hope someone sews your mouth shut and pours hot, fecal lava down your ears. I hope your face gets infected with boils and your children are born ugly. I hope you die, and in the chance you don’t, I’m going to kill you myself.’ Signed, Thrice-Bitten.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “Well… that was certainly unpleasant.”

Throughout our conversation, Ingun seemed guarded and reluctant to interact with us, but now her face had dropped to one of cold disappointment.

Ria: “We apologize for the nature of the message, but we felt it was important you heard it.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “I appreciate your honesty and dedication in delivering this letter, despite its contents.”
Jon: “Miss Ingun, to be honest, I thought you were going to be quite upset about this letter, but you’re taking it quite stoically.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “I try not to let the words of others affect me too deeply. Thrice-Bitten’s opinion of me is his own, and I won’t let it bother me.”
Jenassa: “That’s a wise approach.”
Ria: “We just wanted to make sure you were aware of his sentiments.”
Jon: “The thing is, Ingun… This Thrice-Bitten added that he was gathering a group of hired killers to end your life. You must retaliate somehow.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “Retaliate? I don’t think that will be necessary.”
Ria: “Are you sure? It seems like a serious threat.”
Jenassa: “Perhaps it would be wise to take some precautions, at least.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “I’ll consider it, but I won’t let this control my life. I have my own ways of dealing with such matters.”

Jon: “And what are those ways you have of dealing with such matters? Does it involve bringing the problem up with your mother?”
Ingun Black-Briar: “My mother? No, I don’t involve her in such trivial matters.”
Ria: “So, you have other means of handling this?”
Jenassa: “It’s probably best not to discuss the details openly.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “Indeed, I have my methods. Let’s just leave it at that.”
Jon: “Well, you sound like a quietly dangerous person, Miss Ingun. I hope that we haven’t upset you too much with this letter that, as I said, was written by that stupid lizard Thrice-Bitten.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “Don’t worry, you haven’t ruined my day. I’m not easily upset by such things.”
Ria: “We’re glad to hear that. We were just concerned, given the nature of the letter.”
Jenassa: “It seems you have everything under control.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “Yes, I appreciate your concern, but I can handle this. Thank you for delivering the letter.”
Jon: “Well… Are we getting some reward out of this? We traveled over here from Falkreath. Had to trek through a mountain pass, and we nearly died fighting a wispmother. Perhaps a few septims or some kind of other reward is in order, don’t you think?”
Jenassa: “We didn’t come here expecting a reward, but if you feel it’s appropriate, we wouldn’t refuse.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “I suppose a small token of appreciation is in order, considering the distance you’ve traveled and the dangers you’ve faced to deliver this letter.”
Ria: “We’re grateful for any compensation you deem fair.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “Here, take these septims. I hope it’s enough to cover your troubles.”
Jon: “Oh, thank you very much for your generosity. I must say, when we heard this Thrice-Bitten yabbering about you, I thought we were going to meet some dork. But you’re a very pretty lady, and you’ve brightened my day by allowing me to appreciate your beautiful features and that silky hair of yours.”
Uthgerd: “Jon, that’s quite enough. Let’s not make this more awkward than it needs to be.”
Ingun Black-Briar: “Yes, I think it’s best if we end our conversation here. Thank you again for delivering the letter, but I must get back to my work now.”
Ria: “Of course, we understand. We’ll take our leave.”
Jenassa: “Thank you for your time, Ingun.”

We let Ingun return to her book and her thoughts.

Jon: “Uthgerd, how come most women don’t appreciate when I compliment their physical features? Shouldn’t they be happy about that?”
Uthgerd: “Jon, there’s a time and place for compliments, and this wasn’t it.”
Ria: “Yeah, we were here to deliver a letter, not to comment on Ingun’s appearance.”
Jenassa: “Some women may appreciate compliments, but others might find them inappropriate or insincere, especially in a professional context.”
Uthgerd: “Exactly. It’s best to keep things focused on the task at hand.”
Jon: “Well, if someone told me how attractive I was, I would be happy. Anyway, that letter made her feel bad, likely threatened, and I intended to make her feel a bit better by reminding her that at least she looks good. You know, as a woman.”
Ria: “I understand your intentions, Jon, but it’s best to avoid commenting on a woman’s appearance in a situation like this.”
Jenassa: “Ingun seemed to be handling the letter’s contents well enough on her own. She didn’t need us to make her feel better about it.”
Uthgerd: “Sometimes, it’s better to just stick to the matter at hand and not try to fix things that aren’t broken.”

After we exited Elgrim’s Elixirs, we loitered near its entrance. I was bummed out.

Jon: “Well, that whole thing about delivering the letter to Ingun was a bit anticlimactic, don’t you think? We came all this way from Falkreath, I nearly froze my dick off, and we almost died to a wispmother, but Ingun had the gall to not even blow up at that threatening letter.”
Uthgerd: “It’s not all about the excitement, Jon. We did what we set out to do, and that’s what matters. Ingun’s reaction isn’t something we can control.”
Fastred: “I’ve never been to Riften before… It’s so different from Ivarstead! Look at all the buildings!”
Ria: “Stay focused, Fastred. We’re not here to sightsee.”
Jon: “Are we really not in Riften to sightsee? I mean, we already did what we came for, delivering the letter to Ingun. What the hell are we doing here now?”
Uthgerd: “We’re here to make a name for ourselves, Jon. Riften is a city full of opportunities for a group like ours.”
Jenassa: “Besides, it’s not like we have anywhere else to be right now. Might as well see what Riften has to offer.”
Fastred: “I’m just excited to be in a new place with Bassianus…”
Jon: “Hey, do you think we should introduce ourselves to the rulers of this place? And should that be the jarl, or Maven Black-Briar?”
Uthgerd: “The jarl might be the official ruler, but everyone knows Maven holds the real power in Riften.”
Ria: “We should be careful not to get on her bad side. The Black-Briars are not a family to be trifled with.”
Jenassa: “If we play our cards right, having Maven as an ally could open a lot of doors for the Frostpeak Stalkers.”
Fastred: “I’ve heard stories about the Black-Briars… Are they really as bad as people say?”
Jon: “Maven Black-Briar is basically a mob boss. If she dislikes someone, she could manage to put them in jail, or just have them killed. That sort of person.”
Ria: “That’s a scary thought, Jon. I don’t want to end up on her bad side.”
Uthgerd: “As long as we don’t cause any trouble, we should be fine. We’re just a group of adventurers looking for work.”
Jenassa: “The key is to make ourselves useful to her. If she sees us as valuable, she’ll have no reason to harm us.”
Jon: “Very well then, let’s meet Maven Black-Briar.”
Uthgerd: “We need to be on our best behavior. Maven is not someone to be trifled with.”
Ria: “Remember, we’re here to make a good impression. Let’s show her what the Frostpeak Stalkers are made of.”
Fastred: “I’m a little nervous… I’ve never met someone so powerful before.”

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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, the Frostpeak Stalkers offered a win to a suicidal cat-man. They met a whole bunch of disrespectful skeletons and draugr. After clearing out an ancient barrow, my character tried to score with a bard.

The Frostpeak Stalkers were chilling at Ivarstead’s inn, passing the time until they could set off toward Riften, when I noticed a local lad in his mid-twenties, with long red hair and a goatee, eyeing us disdainfully. He may have been tipsy, but I welcomed trouble, so I confronted him for his disrespect. He blurted out that he’d stare at us however he wanted. I asked, “What are you, the local prick?”

He pulled out a dagger. As he was about to lunge at me, Uthgerd and Jenassa beat the fight out of him. By the time he pulled himself to his feet, bleeding and defeated, he shuffled to a chair and lowered himself onto it. I could have told my ladies to throw him outside, or even keep beating him to the point where he wouldn’t be able to annoy me anymore. Instead of that, I sat in front of him and asked what had him so bitter. The guy, stunned, admitted that he was angry at life and that he probably wanted to take it out on us. He introduced himself as Bassianus Axius, a local fisherman. He said he was hoping to move to Riften some time in the future.

Jon: “By yourself?”
Bassianus Axius: “That’s the plan, yeah. Unless I can convince a certain someone to come with me. But that’s a whole other story, involving her overprotective father and a whole heap of potential drama. Anyway, I’d rather hear more about your adventures. What’s the most exciting thing you’ve done so far?”
Jon: “You know that ancient burial site called Bleak Falls Barrow that is located in the mountain between Whiterun and Falkreath? Well, we cleared that out. Took defeating like fifteen bandits, a huge spider, and lots and lots of draugr. At the end we fought a draugr overlord that could shout in dragon tongue. We got good loot out of that adventure.”
Bassianus Axius: “That’s… quite the adventure. And here I am, getting excited about the prospect of moving to a slightly larger town. Maybe I need to rethink my life goals. You know, if you’re in need of another adventurer, I might be interested. The Frostpeak Stalkers could use a bitter, jaded Nord like me, don’t you think?”

He was the first person who had taken a look at us, the Frostpeak Stalkers, and thought, “Wow, these guys are the real deal. I wish I were part of that.”

Jon: “I shan’t reject you outright. What are your abilities as a prospective adventurer?”
Bassianus Axius: “Well, I’m no stranger to a fight. I’ve been in my fair share of brawls here in Ivarstead, usually over petty disputes or too much drink. I can handle a sword and shield well enough, and I’m a decent shot with a bow. And while I may not have any magical talents, I’ve got a quick wit and a quicker tongue.”
Jon: “First, I must know: who is the fortunate person that you intend to bring along to Riften?”
Bassianus Axius: “Ah, her name’s Fastred. She’s the most beautiful, kind-hearted girl you’ll ever meet.”
Jon: “I’m guessing she’s gorgeous, the way these things usually go.”
Bassianus Axius: “Absolutely stunning. The loveliest face, and a smile that could melt even the coldest heart.”
Uthgerd: “Sounds like a prize worth fighting for. What’s holding you back from making your move?”

It seems Uthgerd had transitioned from kill mode to congeniality.

Bassianus Axius: “Her father, Jofthor. He’s not exactly fond of me. Thinks I’m a waste of space, a worthless layabout with no prospects, as he puts it.”
Alva: “Ah, overprotective fathers. Always a joy to deal with.”

I stood up from the chair.

Jon: “Bassianus, that is bullshit. It isn’t true that you’re a nobody. You’re a respectable man, a member of the world-famous band of adventurers named Frostpeak Stalkers. Now, the father of your beloved should be able to accept you.”
Bassianus Axius: “I suppose he’s just looking out for his daughter. But I’m no good to Fastred if I never take any risks. If being part of your group means I can prove my worth to her and her father, then sign me up. I’m your man.”
Jon: “Bassianus, we’re gearing you up with good armor and a weapon. We expect you to fight alongside us. It’s a lot of fun, we get in trouble often. You’re going to make a name for yourself, man. When you enter a town, the villagers and going to look at you and think, ‘That’s Bassianus Axius, a member of the invincible Frostpeak Stalkers.'”
Uthgerd: “We’ll make sure you’re properly equipped, Bassianus. And the training will be brutal, but necessary.”
Bassianus Axius: “I understand. I’m ready for whatever comes my way. To be honest, I’ve always wanted to do something like this, to make a name for myself. I just never had the opportunity. Until now.”
Jon: “Isn’t this exciting, Uthgerd, Alva? Someone wants to join our band of adventurers because we’re so world-renowned. Soon enough, we’ll become an army.”
Uthgerd: “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Jon. We’re a small band, and I’d like to keep it that way. Quality over quantity, as they say.”
Alva: “Indeed. We’re a select group, carefully chosen for our unique skills and attributes. We wouldn’t want to dilute that with a bunch of newcomers who can’t pull their weight.”
Jon: “You’re two are right, of course. Anyway, Bassianus Axius, let me introduce you to these two wonderful women. This one, tall, broad, and strong, her name is Uthgerd the Unbroken, an amazing force to be reckoned with. She can destroy anybody with her greataxe or whatever weapon available. She would also be able to burst anyone’s head with her bare hands.”
Alva: “I don’t doubt that for a second. She tears through our enemies like a whirlwind.”
Uthgerd: “You’re not so bad yourself, Alva. Don’t sell yourself short. As for her, she’s the mysterious type, but she’ll still drain life and blast lightning from her hands.”
Jon: “That’s right, Bassianus. Alva is amazing. Just look at those gorgeous lips of hers. Regarding her extreme paleness, let’s say that she burns easy in the sun. Nothing you have to worry about. Anyway, I think it’s time for all of us, you as a newbie member of the Frostpeak Stalkers as well as our integral members, to talk with this father of yours. I mean, Fastred’s father. We’ll convince him to release her so she can accompany you on your new life.”

Ria and Jenassa, hanging out some distance away, were unaware of this lovely development.

Jon: “Hey, Jenassa, Ria, I know this is sort of sudden, but this man you see here all geared up with Elven armor is our new recruit. He’s called Bassianus Axius, a local lad somewhat capable with one-handed weapons. He wanted to go on an adventure, so I’ve decided to just take him in.”
Ria: “Hey there, Bassianus! Welcome to the Frostpeak Stalkers. I hope you’re ready for some wild adventures with us.”
Bassianus Axius: “Hello, everyone. Thanks for having me, Jon. I’ve been itching to get out of Ivarstead and see what trouble we can stir up.”
Jenassa: “Another one? I suppose you have potential. Just try not to get yourself killed out there.”
Jon: “The thing is, this guy is in love with a local girl called Fastred, but her father won’t allow her to go out with Bassianus. The old man believes that this guy is worthless and will go nowhere in life. We shall convince that girl’s father that such a notion isn’t true, because Bassianus is now a member of a world-famous band of adventures called Frostpeak Stalkers.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, young love! Nothing like a little romance to spice up our adventures, eh? We’ll show Fastred’s father what the Frostpeak Stalkers are made of.”
Bassianus Axius: “I appreciate it, friends. Fastred means the world to me, and I want to prove to her father that I’m worthy of her affection. With your help, I’m sure we can change his mind.”
Ria: “Don’t worry, Bassianus. We’ll vouch for you and make sure Fastred’s father knows just how capable and valuable you are.”

We marched through town like we were on a hunt, until we reached a farm in the outskirts. Tending to the fields was a white-haired man at the worst end of middle-aged. He looked like he worried constantly. Helping the man was a young, slender woman that at first sight looked worth all this nonsense.

Jon: “Excuse me, sir. Are you Fastred’s father?”
Jofthor: “Aye, that’s me. What can I do for you, stranger?”
Bassianus Axius: “Good evening, Jofthor. This here is Jon, the leader of the Frostpeak Stalkers. He’s taken me under his wing.”
Jofthor: “Is that so? And what exactly do you want with me?”
Jon: “Sir, I have heard tales of you. Tales of oppression, of tyranny, of prohibiting a young maiden from following her heart.”
Jofthor: “And who might you be referring to, elf?”
Fastred: “Papa, I think he’s talking about me.”
Jofthor: “Fastred? What have you been telling these people?”
Fastred: “Nothing, Papa! It’s just… I can’t keep living like this. I want more out of life than what Ivarstead has to offer.”
Jon: “Your daughter hasn’t talked to us. In fact, this is the first time I lay my eyes upon her fair face. But the condition of her heart is known to the entirety of Ivarstead. No, I’d say more: we, the Frostpeak Stalkers, have been summoned by the calling of her pure and compassionate heart. We heard its pleas from the plains of Whiterun, from the forests of Falkreath. We felt Fastred’s yearning to see the world, to accompany a world-renowned band of adventurers on their adventures.”
Jofthor: “You expect me to believe that you came all this way because you heard my daughter’s heart calling? That’s preposterous!”
Uthgerd: “Jon’s many things, Jofthor, but he’s not a liar. If he says that’s what brought us here, then that’s the truth.”
Bassianus Axius: “Jofthor, I know we’ve had our differences, but I love your daughter.”
Jon: “Jofthor, sir, look at this man, Bassianus, all decked out in Elven armor, with an expensive weapon at his hip. He’s ready to take on the world. And you dared to call him worthless?”
Jofthor: “You think some fancy armor and a weapon make a man worthy? It takes more than that to prove yourself, boy.”
Fastred: “Papa, please! Just listen to what they have to say.”
Jon: “Jofthor, I understand. Your daughter has a lovely figure, and her face is so youthful and beauteous that you’d want to stare at her all day and fantasize about how wonderful it’d be to hold her in your arms. Who would want to give away a lass like that? You’d want to keep her for yourself, for the rest of your life.”
Jofthor: “Excuse me? What are you trying to say, elf? You think I want to keep my daughter locked away for my own selfish desires?”
Fastred: “Papa, I’m sure that’s not what he meant.”
Bassianus Axius: “Look, Jofthor, Jon may not have the best way with words, but he’s right about one thing. Fastred deserves to see the world, and I want to be the one to show it to her.”
Jon: “Old man, you cannot raise walls against love. If you try to do so, your daughter will hate you for the rest of her life. Is that what you want?”
Jofthor: “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming into my home and telling me how to raise my daughter.”
Fastred: “No, Papa, he’s right. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life hating you, but I will if you keep me locked up here in Ivarstead.”
Jenassa: “Perhaps we should all take a moment to calm down and discuss this rationally.”
Jofthor: “And who are you? Another one of these so-called Frostpeak Stalkers?”
Jenassa: “My name is Jenassa, and yes, I am a member of the Frostpeak Stalkers.”
Jon: “Hey, Jofthor, you better not use such a tone when speaking to Jenassa. This one, with her fit figure and dusky skin, can kill anyone she wants at any moment, as she has done many, many times during our adventures. When you stare into those crimson-blood eyes of hers, you may as well be staring down Death itself.”
Jofthor: “Is that a threat, elf? Because it sure sounds like one.”
Jenassa: “Jon, please. Let’s not make this any more difficult than it needs to be.”
Fastred: “Papa, I love you, but I can’t keep living my life for you. I want to see the world, to go on adventures with Bassianus and the Frostpeak Stalkers.”

Jofthor: “And what happens when you get yourself killed out there, Fastred?”
Jon: “We’ll bury her, say our last rites, maybe shed some tears because we’ll never see that gorgeous figure and face again. Then we’ll pick up our swords and keep fighting beyond the day when we’ll forget that Fastred ever existed. That’s the way of the warrior.”
Jofthor: “You want me to just forget about my own daughter if she dies? What kind of heartless monster are you?”
Fastred: “Papa, please. I know the risks, and I’m willing to take them. It’s my life, and I want to live it to the fullest.”
Bassianus Axius: “Jofthor, I swear on my life that I’ll protect Fastred with everything I have.”
Jon: “Jofthor, sir, your daughter’s fate is for some strong man to steal her away from you. Even though she was once your darling little daughter, she will belong to another man who will take care of her, hold her in his arms, and make love to her over and over. She will learn to call someone else ‘papa.'”
Jofthor: “Now listen here, you pointy-eared bastard. I won’t have you talking about my daughter that way.”
Jon: “By the way, how old are you, Fastred?”
Fastred: “I’m fifteen.”
Uthgerd: “Jon, maybe it’s time we leave these people be. This isn’t our fight.”
Bassianus Axius: “This is my fight. Jofthor, I understand you’re angry, but that doesn’t give you the right to attack my friend.”
Jon: “That’s right. Even though I met Bassianus just today, and the first two things he did was disrespect me and pull a knife on me, we’re already friends. He’s also a member of the Frostpeak Stalkers. By rights, he’s going to take away your beloved daughter so we can all go together on a multitude of adventures, and you can do nothing about it but cry like a little bitch.”

Ria took Fastred into her arms while her father glared at me, teary-eyed.

Jon: “Jofthor, you’ve always known it was coming, and today is the day your darling daughter finally abandons you. Perhaps you will never see her again. Perhaps she’ll visit you one day round with child, but it won’t be yours.”

Jofthor clenched his fists, shaking with anger.

Fastred: “Papa, please. I know this isn’t easy for you, but it’s my life.”
Jon: “As of today, your daughter Fastred is a member of Frostpeak Stalkers. She will take on the evils of this world, accompanying us on many adventures, and everybody is going to be happy about it except for you.”
Jofthor: “You… You…”
Fastred: “Goodbye, Papa. I love you, but this is something I have to do.”

Fastred took Bassianus’ hand. We all turned our backs on her old man, and walked away.

Jon: “That conversation went wonderfully, I must say. Welcome, Fastred, to the ranks of Frostpeak Stalkers!”
Fastred: “Thank you, Jon! I’m so excited to join you all on your adventures. I’ve always dreamed of exploring the world beyond Ivarstead.”
Bassianus Axius: “Fastred, I’m glad you decided to come with us. I promise I’ll keep you safe out there.”
Ria: “It’s great to have you both with us!”
Jon: “Yeah, Fastred, and I’ll never get tired of looking at that pretty face of yours. By the way, what kind of martial weapons are you good with? Swords, maces, axes? Bows, crossbows?”
Fastred: “Well, I’ve always been pretty good with a bow. My father taught me how to hunt with one when I was younger. So I guess you could say I’m a decent shot!”
Bassianus Axius: “She’s being modest. I’ve seen Fastred take down a deer from fifty yards away. She’s an excellent marksman.”
Jon: “Hey, look at that, we’ve gotten ourselves a dedicated archer. Isn’t that wonderful?”
Ria: “Absolutely! Every adventuring group needs a skilled archer. Welcome to the team, Fastred!”
Jenassa: “A bow-woman will be a good addition to our group. Let’s make sure she has proper equipment.”
Uthgerd: “Fastred, you’ll need to work on your strength and endurance to keep up with us.”
Bassianus Axius: “She may be young, but she’s got the heart of a true adventurer. Fastred is more than prepared for this life.”
Ria: “Age is just a number anyway. The fact that Fastred is here with us now says a lot about her bravery and determination.”
Jon: “Well, Bassianus, Fastred, I must say, as the leader of the world-renowned Frostpeak Stalkers, that when I came to the little town of Ivarstead, I hadn’t expected to make two new friends, never mind two friends that are in love with each other. I feel that bringing you together has made up for plenty of the evil I have committed over the years, so I’m glad to welcome you into our ranks.”
Fastred: “Thank you so much, Jon! That means a lot to us. We won’t let you down!
Bassianus Axius: “We’re honored to be a part of your team, Jon. We’ll fight by your side and prove our worth.”
Uthgerd: “Haha, listen to Jon getting all sentimental! But he’s right, this is a good thing we’ve done today.”

The sun had set, so we grabbed Alva and gathered at the town’s entrance.

Jon: “Let’s be off onto further adventures. Onward, Frostpeak Stalkers!”

As we put more and more distance between Ivarstead and ourselves, something was nagging at the back of my mind. Had I forgotten to buy something? No, there wasn’t even a store in town. What then…? Ah, Lynly, that pretty bard. I hadn’t even said goodbye to her. Oh well, there must be plenty of good-looking women in Riften.

Jon: “Fastred, Bassianus, I bet that when you woke up this morning, you didn’t expect that by the end of the day, you’d belong to a world-famous band of adventurers.”
Fastred: “Oh, I don’t know about famous, but I’m just so excited to be part of something bigger than Ivarstead!”
Bassianus Axius: “Famous or not, it’s a chance to prove ourselves. And to be honest, I like the sound of Frostpeak Stalkers. It’s got a nice ring to it.”
Uthgerd: “Hah! You two have spirit, I’ll give you that.”
Jon: “Well, let me introduce the two of you to this pale beauty beside me. Her name is Alva, and she hails from Morthal, a little marshy town to the northwest.”
Alva: “Charmed, I’m sure.”
Fastred: “A pleasure to meet you, Alva! I’ve never been to Morthal. What’s it like?”
Alva: “Oh, you know. Marshy.”
Bassianus Axius: “You’re… You’re a vampire, aren’t you?”
Jon: “How could you tell?”
Bassianus Axius: “I guess I just put that together.”
Fastred: “Wait, really? A real vampire?”
Alva: “Yes, it’s true. I am a vampire.”
Ria: “And a valuable member of our team. We’ve fought beside Alva, and she’s proven herself time and time again.”
Jon: “I guess that the presence of a vampire in our group is uncanny to a pair of villagers, but when you’re a renowned adventurer, you end up engaging with people from all walks of life. What matters in the end is how willing those people are to fight on your side and have your back.”
Bassianus Axius: “I… suppose you’re right. It’s just a lot to take in.”
Fastred: “It’s a different world, for sure. But… I think I can handle it.”
Alva: “You’ll get used to it. And me. Eventually.”
Uthgerd: “Hah! Listen to Jon. He talks pretty, but he’s right. In this life, it’s about who you can count on.”
Jon: “Yes. From now on, you two are going to witness many of the strange wonders that Tamriel has to offer.”
Fastred: “I can’t wait to see them all!”
Bassianus Axius: “I’m ready for whatever comes our way.”
Alva: “Just remember, not all wonders are beautiful. Some are… quite the opposite.”
Ria: “But that’s why we stick together. To face whatever strangeness comes our way.”

Along the way, we were interrupted by skeevers, by wolves, by a dog-sized frostbite spider, and a squad of goblins, those delightful semi-sentient guys who love to kidnap women and use them as broodmares. Fastred and Bassianus were nervous about the trouble one found on the road, but they had great bodyguards.

Jon: “Hey, do you want me to recount one of our latest adventures, so you know what you’ve gotten yourselves into?”
Bassianus Axius: “I’d love to hear more about your adventures. It’ll give us an idea of what to expect.”
Fastred: “Yes, please! Tell us a story!”
Uthgerd: “Let’s see if these two can handle a tale of the Frostpeak Stalkers.”
Alva: “Oh, I know just the one.”
Jon: “Oh, Alva, what tale do you want to bring up?”
Alva: “Well, I was thinking about the time we cleared out that den of monsters. Remember, Jon?”
Uthgerd: “Oh, that was a night. We fought through hordes of creatures, side by side.”
Fastred: “Wow, that sounds incredible!”
Bassianus Axius: “I can’t wait to be part of something like that.”
Jon: “Of all the stories you could have brought up, you came up with a fake one. That supposed den of monsters in the Whiterun hold was composed of a single saber cat. We took that job from a missive board, and we ended up facing one solitary saber cat that we proceeded to slaughter. Contract over.”
Alva: “Oh, right. I guess that story wasn’t as exciting as I remembered.”
Uthgerd: “Hah! Not every contract is a grand adventure. Sometimes it’s just a big cat.”
Fastred: “Still, it’s more than I’ve ever done.”
Bassianus Axius: “Maybe our first adventure will be something grander.”
Jon: “Speaking of something grander, you see that huge greataxe on Uthgerd’s broad back? We stole that from a draugr overlord in the depths of an ancient ruin. We woke up every undead Nord along the way, and had to fight through all.”
Uthgerd: “Now that’s a story worth telling! We fought tooth and nail for this axe.”
Alva: “And the treasures we found… it was quite the haul.”
Fastred: “That sounds so exciting! I hope we have an adventure like that.”
Bassianus Axius: “I’m ready to fight for my own grand treasure.”
Jon: “I shall confess to you, Fastred and Bassianus, that as a team, Frostpeak Stalkers is working toward amassing enough money to buy our own house or land. We want a base of operations in which to plan our adventures and store our loot.”
Fastred: “Our own land? That sounds wonderful!”
Bassianus Axius: “A place to call our own… I like the sound of that.”
Alva: “It’s a good goal to work towards. We’ll need to take on more contracts to afford it.”
Uthgerd: “And with these two joining us, we’ll be able to take on even more.”
Jon: “And you know, in a big house of our own, maybe two young lovers will have their own room in which to do naughty stuff, away from the disapproving eyes of the girl’s tyrannical father.”
Fastred: “Our own room? Oh, Bassianus, can you imagine?”
Bassianus: “It would be a dream come true.”
Alva: “Well, aren’t you two just the cutest thing.”
Uthgerd: “Just remember, walls can be thin. Keep that in mind.”
Jon: “Uthgerd, you say that, but you didn’t have in mind the thinness of the walls at the Bannered Mare the night you ravished me.”
Uthgerd: “Hah! That was different. And don’t you go telling tales, elf.”
Fastred: “Well, if the walls are thin, we’ll just have to be quiet, won’t we, Bassianus?”
Bassianus Axius: “I can be as quiet as a mouse if it means being with you.”
Jon: “Why don’t the two of you enlighten us on how you met? Make it cute.”
Fastred: “Oh, well, it was at the Vilemyr Inn, in Ivarstead. I had taken a break from helping out my parents at the farm, and Bassianus was there, looking all broody and mysterious.”
Bassianus Axius: “And then this beautiful girl walks up to me and just starts talking, like we’ve known each other for years.”
Fastred: “I couldn’t help it! You just looked so interesting.”
Alva: “That’s adorable.”
Jon: “Hey, Bassianus, did your heart leap at the sight of that button nose and those doe eyes of hers?”
Bassianus Axius: “It did more than leap. It damn near soared out of my chest.”
Fastred: “Oh, Bassianus, you’re so sweet.”
Alva: “It’s always heartwarming to see young love.”
Uthgerd: “Just remember, kid, treat her right. Or you’ll answer to me.”
Jon: “Have in mind, Bassianus, that the measure of Uthgerd’s ‘treating someone right’ is to pin that person on the bed and take away their innocence while glaring and grinning.”
Bassianus Axius: “I’ll… keep that in mind.”
Fastred: “Bassianus… are you blushing?”
Alva: “Oh, this is too much. You two are just precious.”

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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, the Frostpeak Stalkers, renowned band of adventurers, discovered that the courier they were searching for had been eaten by bears, so they decided to become couriers themselves. My character met a suicidal cat-man monk.

Half past one in the afternoon and we were still in Ivarstead, closest town to the start of the trail that, about 7,000 or so steps later, perhaps significantly fewer, should lead to the top of High Hrothgar, tallest mountain in the world.

Jon: “I intended for the three of us to sell our loot at the local blacksmith and general trader, but turns out that the town is too small for even that.”
Uthgerd: “No blacksmith, huh? Just our luck. We’ll have to lug this gear around a bit longer, I suppose.”
Jenassa: “It’s not ideal, but we’ve dealt with worse. We can always head to the next town and try there.”
Jon: “Well, we can’t leave until night-time, when Alva, our lovely vampire friend, will be able to accompany us. So, how about we explore the surroundings of the town? Maybe we’ll get to stir up some trouble.”
Uthgerd: “Stirring up trouble is what I live for, Jon. Let’s see what we can find. Maybe there’s a bandit camp nearby that needs clearing out.”

We crossed the river onto a little island, and found ourselves facing the pitch-black entrance of a cave.

Jon: “I doubt that I need to ask, but are you up for a little spelunking?”
Ria: “Spelunking? You mean exploring caves? I’m always ready for an adventure!”
Uthgerd: “Bah, you know I’m in. Let’s see what’s lurking in there.”
Jenassa: “As long as there’s the promise of coin or valuable loot, I’m game. Lead the way, Jon.”

Instead of the mazes of ancient ruins we had gotten accustomed to, this was natural cave that a bunch of skeevers had turned into their nest. The most prominent feature of the cave was a hole in the ground, that led to water about two stories below.

Jon: “I’m quite tempted to jump.”
Uthgerd: “Watch yourself, Jon. We don’t know what’s lurking in that water.”
Ria: “I agree with Uthgerd. We should find a safer way down. Maybe there’s a path or something we missed?”
Jenassa: “Reconnaissance is key. I say we take a moment to scout the area, look for alternative routes. Let’s not rush into traps or an ambush.”
Jon: “Yeah, I guess my suicidal plan of jumping into a hole in a cave is not a good idea.”
Ria: “At least you’re aware enough to recognize that, Jon. Let’s use our heads and find a smarter way down.”
Uthgerd: “You may be brave, but even the gods favor caution at times. Let’s keep looking around.”
Jenassa: “We’re all here because we trust your leadership, Jon.”
Jon: “By which you mean, Jenassa: do not betray our trust by doing something as stupid as jumping down a hole in the middle of a cave.”
Jenassa: “Essentially, yes. We trust you not to lead us into needless danger. Keep that trust.”
Ria: “We know you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, Jon. Use it and let’s make it through this cave in one piece.”

All we found in the cave was the corpse of an adventurer. He had a bit of money on him, as well as a book called Lost Legends of Skyrim.

Jon: “Let’s see what it says.”
Uthgerd: “Hmm, Lost Legends of Skyrim? Sounds intriguing. What’s it about, Jon?”
Ria: “Maybe it’s about hidden treasures or legendary warriors. I’m curious to hear what you find in there, Jon.”
Jenassa: “Knowing our luck, it could be something dangerous.”
Jon: “It speaks of the sons of a powerful wizard named Gauldur, from the First Era, that apparently were pursued for reasons. One of those sons was supposed to have perished in a cave called Folgunthur, at the foot of Solitude. The rest is vague. I don’t know if you ladies would like to pursue a potentially pointless lead in the Solitude hold.”
Ria: “A powerful wizard’s legacy? That sounds like it might be worth checking out.”
Uthgerd: “I’m always up for a challenge. And if there’s some truth to these legends, it might just be the kind of adventure we’re looking for. What do you think, Jenassa?”
Jenassa: “If there’s potential for valuable loot or powerful artifacts, I say it’s worth a shot. But let’s not get our hopes up. These are legends, after all.”
Jon: “Well, if our globetrotting adventures bring us to Solitude, I guess we could try to find this cave.”
Ria: “Sounds like a plan to me. We’ll just have to keep our eyes and ears open for any clues leading to the cave.”

There wasn’t much else to do in the surroundings of Ivarstead. They lived pretty peacefully, other than for the constant threat of being eaten by a bear. And they couldn’t complain about the views.

However, when we returned to the inn and ordered some drinks at the bar, the innkeeper told me a spooky tale about the ancient barrow located just across the street. Apparently it had been long rumored to be haunted. A year or so earlier, an adventurer had swaggered into the inn and claimed that he would clear out the ancient ruin. However, he was never seen again. What the innkeeper had seen with his very own eyes, though, was a ghost making spooky gestures from the burial site’s entrance. Ever since, the innkeeper never approached that place.

That was as much motivation as I, as well as the rest of my companions who could walk in daylight, needed to explore that site. The ground level was normal enough: a few open sarcophagi, and broken pottery. What we didn’t expect to find was a monk-like Khajiit sitting alone beside a sarcophagus as if meditating.

Jon: “Dar’Rakki, are you lost? We entered this barrow thinking we would have to kill a few undead, only to find you instead.”
Dar’Rakki: “Ah, well met, travelers. Lost? Perhaps, but not in the way you might think. Dar’Rakki finds himself pondering the mysteries of life and the paths that have led this one here. The gods work in mysterious ways, do they not?”
Ria: “It’s not every day you see a Khajiit philosopher in an ancient Nord ruin. What brings you to such a place?”
Jon: “Perhaps ancient Nord ruins help one philosophize freely.”
Dar’Rakki: “Indeed, the weight of history in these ancient stones is a fitting backdrop for introspection and contemplation.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, there’s wisdom to be found in the echoes of the past. But sometimes, action speaks louder than words. What’s your story, Khajiit?”
Jenassa: “Speak plainly, cat. We’ve faced many dangers in these crypts and have little patience for riddles.”
Dar’Rakki: “Ah, a fair request. This one is a traveler, seeking understanding and perhaps a place to call home in this land of Skyrim.”
Jon: “Yeah, I already asked Dar’Rakki about his story. Apparently, a fellow Khajiit asked him to come to Skyrim to work the caravan business. Unfortunately, his dear friend was ambushed by bandits and died. He’s distraught, understandably so, and alone in Skyrim. There aren’t many cat people here, and no other race is covered in fur.”
Dar’Rakki: “Jon, your understanding and empathy is a rare gift. Your words touch this one’s heart in a way Dar’Rakki thought no Nord ever could.”
Jenassa: “Hmph. Just because we’re not Khajiit doesn’t mean we can’t understand loss and your pain. We’ve all faced hardships in our own ways.”
Ria: “Jenassa’s right. Grief knows no boundaries between races.”
Jon: “Dar’Rakki, I will touch you more if you want. Khajiit fur looks very soft.”
Dar’Rakki: “Oh… This… this one appreciates the sentiment, Jon, but Dar’Rakki is not sure if this one is ready for such… intimacy. Though Dar’Rakki must admit, the thought is quite… intriguing.”
Jon: “Well, Dar’Rakki, are you planning on actually climbing the steps to the top of High Hrothgar?”
Dar’Rakki: “Dar’Rakki… must admit, this one is uncertain. The prospect of climbing such a vast number of steps is daunting, but perhaps that is the very challenge Dar’Rakki needs to overcome this one’s doubts and fears.”
Ria: “It’s no easy feat, that’s for sure. But I’ve always found that the toughest challenges are the ones most worth facing.”
Jenassa: “A wise sentiment, Ria. Let’s see if this one’s got the strength to match his words.”
Jon: “Well, Dar’Rakki, me and the rest of my team, who are called by the way Frostpeak Stalkers, are going to delve into this ancient, possibly cursed ruin, to strip it of its valuables.”
Dar’Rakki: “Ah, the Frostpeak Stalkers. A fitting name for a group of adventurers such as yourselves. Dar’Rakki wishes you success and safety in your endeavors within these ancient walls.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, may our blades strike true and our pockets grow heavy with loot.”
Jenassa: “Let’s get moving. We’ve got work to do, and these Draugr aren’t going to kill themselves.”
Jon: “What did I tell you, ladies? Didn’t I tell you that the name Frostpeak Stalkers was fantastic?”
Ria: “Haha, yes Jon, you did say that. And we agreed, didn’t we? The name has a nice ring to it.”
Uthgerd: “I still think Uthgerd’s Unbroken Badasses had a more personal touch, but I suppose Frostpeak Stalkers will do.”
Jenassa: “Enough about the name. We have bigger concerns now. These ruins won’t explore themselves.”
Jon: “That is one troubling thought. Maybe in the future a machine will be invented that will be able to auto-explore ruins by itself. Adventurers will find themselves out of a job.”
Ria: “Hah! Let them try. There’s no machine that could ever replace the thrill of adventure and the satisfaction of a hard-fought victory.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, let’s not worry about the future too much. There’s plenty of work to be done here and now.”

The first underground level of the ancient ruin was surprisingly deserted. After avoiding a couple of traps and solving a puzzle that involved levers, we came across the first surprising sight: an actual ghost. It had the form of a man, perhaps an elf. It attacked us on sight. Thankfully, both magic and magical weapons damage ghosts. That apparition had been inhabiting a camp that, we soon learned, had been set up by the adventurer the innkeeper mentioned.

Jon: “I have found a journal on this guy’s corpse. Apparently he had set up camp down here to search for a burial chamber supposedly filled with treasures. However, he realized that he needed one of those claws to solve the puzzle of a door. He never found it, and instead he went nuts and died.”
Ria: “Poor guy, losing his mind like that. But a burial chamber filled with treasure sounds promising!”
Uthgerd: “Aye, it does. But we need to be careful. If he went mad searching for it, there’s no telling what dangers we might face.”
Jenassa: “True, but think of the rewards if we succeed where he failed. It’s worth the risk.”
Jon: “Listen, this guy apparently spent a year or more in this place, but he didn’t find the claw. The journal mentions the local innkeeper, Wilhelm, by name. Maybe we should bring the journal to him.”
Uthgerd: “Hmm, that’s not a bad idea. Wilhelm might know something we don’t.”
Jenassa: “I agree. If we can find that claw, we’ll have a better chance at getting through that door and claiming the treasure.”
Uthgerd: “Then let’s get moving. The sooner we talk to Wilhelm, the sooner we can get our hands on the loot.”

We promptly exited the ancient barrow, crossed the street, and waltzed into the inn.

Jon: “Yo Wilhelm, we have to speak to you. It’s quite important, and concerns the ancient barrow.”
Wilhelm: “Ah, the ancient Nordic barrow? What about it, friend?”
Ria: “We found this journal on a corpse, Wilhelm. It mentions a treasure-filled burial chamber.”
Uthgerd: “But the fool couldn’t find a claw needed to solve some door puzzle. Ended up going mad and dying in that ruin.”
Jon: “Yes, this Windelius character, that adventurer’s name, just pretended that the barrow was haunted so you wouldn’t bother him while he searched for the claw.”
Wilhelm: “Ah, I see. Ghost stories to keep folks away.”
Jenassa: “A common enough tactic. Though it seems it didn’t work out well for him in the end.”

Turns out that Wilhelm owned the sapphire dragon claw that the journal mentioned. Like the one we found in Bleak Falls Barrow, this claw’s palm showed a combination of symbols that should open a door puzzle.

Jon: “This claw should allow us, the world-famous Frostpeak Stalkers, to solve the riddle of your Nordic barrow. We shall claim its ancient treasure! I assume you’re well aware that whoever clears out a ruin becomes the owner of the loot.”

Wilhelm chuckled and shook his head.

Wilhelm: “World famous, you say? I don’t think I’ve heard of the Frostpeak Stalkers before, but I’ll take your word for it.”
Ria: “That’s right, we’re the Frostpeak Stalkers! Soon our tales will be sung in every tavern from here to High Rock.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, the bards will sing of our exploits.”
Jon: “They will proclaim the beauty of our members, at least the women’s, as well as how charming and attractive the sole male member of the group was, an Altmer named Jon.”
Jenassa: “I suppose we are beautiful, in our own deadly way.”

Excited, we hurried back to the burial site. We found Dar’Rakki still sitting at the same spot, either meditating or passing time.

Jon: “Yo Dar’Rakki, do you want to hear some interesting news regarding this barrow? We have explored enough of it to realize that it isn’t actually haunted: an adventurer had holed himself up inside and pretended that the place was haunted so nobody would find the treasure before him.”
Dar’Rakki: “Treasure, you say? In this ancient barrow? Hmm, this one wonders what kind of treasure it could be.”
Jenassa: “The adventurer is dead. That fool couldn’t figure out how to enter the treasure chamber and eventually went insane, likely from the isolation in this place.”
Dar’Rakki: “A dark jest, indeed. But the true treasure… it must be well hidden in this place.”
Jon: “So, Dar’Rakki, do you want to accompany us, the Frostpeak Stalkers, into the depths of this ancient barrow that is possibly haunted, to discover the secrets of the place?”
Dar’Rakki: “Jon, this one appreciates the offer, but Dar’Rakki must admit, the thought of facing the unknown in this ancient barrow gives this one pause. The mysteries of life and death weigh heavily on Dar’Rakki’s mind.”
Ria: “Dar’Rakki, I understand your hesitation, but imagine the stories we’ll have to tell after we conquer whatever challenges lie ahead! This is what being part of the Frostpeak Stalkers is all about.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, there’s nothing like the thrill of facing the unknown and emerging victorious.”
Jon: “That’s right, Dar’Rakki. One day you shall return to your homeland, Elsweyr, or wherever you’re from. Imagine telling your kin that you accompanied three gorgeous women, a Dark Elf, a Nord and… I’m not sure if Ria is a Nord or an Imperial, but anyway, also an Altmer mage, into the depths of an ancient Nord barrow and came out victorious!”
Ria: “I’m actually a Nord, Jon. But Dar’Rakki, don’t you want to experience what it’s like to be part of something greater, to forge bonds in the heat of battle?”
Dar’Rakki: “Your words are compelling, my friends. The prospect of being part of such a tale is indeed tempting.”
Jon: “To be honest, Dar’Rakki, I don’t know if you would be of any use in our little adventure, but it could be fun anyway. It’s not like you’re busy right now.”
Dar’Rakki: “You may be right, Jon. Dar’Rakki’s current state of contemplation and inaction serves little purpose.”
Ria: “Aye, joining us might give you a chance to find some answers you seek, or at least a distraction from your troubles.”
Jon: “That’s right, Dar’Rakki. There are more important things in this world than figuring out whether or not there are exactly 7,000 steps to the top of High Hrothgar.”
Dar’Rakki: “Perhaps you are correct. This one has been consumed by thoughts of deceit and betrayal, but what good does it do Dar’Rakki to dwell on such things?”
Ria: “Right, there’s so much more to experience and discover out there in the world!”

Uthgerd: “Like the feeling of cleaving a draugr’s skull in two with a mighty swing of your weapon.”
Jenassa: “Or the satisfaction of choosing the perfect moment to strike from the shadows. Dar’Rakki, joining us might just give you a new perspective on what’s truly important.”
Jon: “I’m afraid you have to choose whether or not you come with us, because I’m itching to get my greasy, greedy hands on that treasure.”
Dar’Rakki: “Very well. Your enthusiasm for the task at hand is infectious, and Dar’Rakki finds himself drawn to the prospect of the unknown, despite this one’s reservations.”
Ria: “That’s the spirit, Dar’Rakki! We’ll face whatever comes together, as the Frostpeak Stalkers!”
Uthgerd: “And if we find that treasure, we’ll all get a share. It’s only fair.”
Jenassa: “Just remember, Dar’Rakki, once you join our little band, there’s no turning back.”
Jon: “Hey, I didn’t mean for Dar’Rakki to join our little band for more than this adventure. Also, I never spoke of him getting a cut of the treasure.”
Uthgerd: “Jon, you can’t just go around making promises and then taking them back on a whim.”
Ria: “It wouldn’t be right to let Dar’Rakki join us and then not share the treasure equally.”
Dar’Rakki: “It seems there is much to consider before making a decision. Unfortunately, the intricacies of your group’s dynamics may require more contemplation than this one is willing to dedicate at the moment.”

Awkwardly, the Frostpeak Stalkers entered the ruin by themselves.

Jon: “Well, I suppose we are not getting a cat companion at the moment.”
Uthgerd: “So it seems. We’ll just have to make do with the capable warriors we already have.”
Jenassa: “Right. We don’t need to take on any more liabilities, especially not someone who appears more interested in contemplation than combat.”
Ria: “And really, that’s all we need. The Frostpeak Stalkers are strong enough to handle whatever comes our way, even without additional members.”
Jon: “You know, ladies, between us, not that I’m implying that I’m a lady… Dar’Rakki admitted that if he discovers that the steps to the mountaintop aren’t exactly 7,000, he intends to kill himself. So I’m a bit worried for him.”
Jenassa: “Jon, if that’s true, then Dar’Rakki needs more help than just an adventure with us.”
Uthgerd: “He might benefit from training his body as well as his mind, to give him something else to focus on.”

After some searching, we found ourselves in a ceremonial chamber that ended in a puzzle door. Our newly acquired claw solved that problem. The door opened to a long-sealed maze of corridors, niches, and many, many draugr. There were also floor traps that if triggered, launched a spiked gate against your whole self. Most of the dangers, we had already learned how to face them thanks to Bleak Falls Barrow, but one of the draugr types glowed blue and shot lightning that not only hurt real bad, but blinded me of my immediate surroundings. I relied on healing my companions and taking pot-shots at those draugr once we managed to isolate them. Tough bastards.

By the time we came across a big, proper chest, I crouched in front and attempted to insert a lockpick, only to find myself unable to do so. As I wondered why, the chest stood up. It had grown slender legs and arms. The latter proceeded to flail around, hitting anyone within reach. Ria, surprised as I was, got knocked against the wall. As I retreated, I couldn’t decide how to attack that creature: we had found ourselves fighting in a narrow corridor against a chaotic opponent. Any flames or poison bolts I shot could hurt my companions instead, so I opted for healing their wounds. In the end, the grotesque chest-creature lay dead, mouth gaping.

Jon: “I don’t think I’m going to forget that one any time soon.”
Uthgerd: “By the gods, I’ve never seen a chest try to bite someone’s face off before! Quite the surprise, eh?”
Ria: “I thought these mimics were just a myth! This is incredible! We’ll have quite the story to tell back at the mead hall.”
Jenassa: “I must admit, I didn’t expect such a creature to exist outside of tales.”

As if the mimic wasn’t enough, when we peeked into the next chamber, we saw a multiplatform stage with carefully spaced, closed sarcophagi, the whole structure surrounded by a moat. Boss fight if I’ve ever seen one.

Jon: “I’m sure that many draugr will leap out of those sarcophagi any time now. I’ll be ready to heal you when you need it.”
Ria: “Aye, this room reeks of danger. But we’re ready for whatever ancient horrors lie in wait! Bring it on, I say!”
Uthgerd: “Let them come. We’ve faced worse and lived to tell the tale. They’ll regret the day they crossed paths with the Frostpeak Stalkers!”

A lot of hurting and undead-killing later…

Jon: “That was a proper horde of skeletons and draugr. How many did we kill?”
Uthgerd: “By Ysgramor, that was quite the battle! Never have I seen so many undead fall before us!”
Ria: “The gods must have been watching over us! I lost count of how many we struck down. Must have been at least a dozen, if not more!”
Jenassa: “A formidable fight, indeed. It’s good we prepared for the worst and had Jon’s healing spells at the ready.”
Jon: “Oh, I think that was it. This draugr over here seems to be the overlord. A doubt that an ancient Nord barrow would have two, so we may have already cleared out this place.”

The final battle at Bleak Falls Barrow introduced the boss in a theatrical fashion: he alone climbed slowly out of his sarcophagus as if pissed off because we had awakened him. This most recent draugr overlord mixed himself with his brethren, only to fall like any other. Too bad for him.

By the time we trudged back to the surface, it must have been four in the morning. We found Alva enjoying herself at the inn.

Jon: “Sorry Alva, I know we were supposed to meet you at about eight in the afternoon so we could head to Riften, but the rest of us went on one of our little adventures that was supposed to last like half an hour and instead ended up lasting hours.”
Alva: “Oh, don’t worry about it, Jon. I know how these adventures of ours can be. Time seems to slip away when we’re out there facing danger and seeking treasure.”
Jenassa: “Indeed, we encountered quite a few challenges along the way. But we’re here now, and ready to move forward with our plan.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, no sense dwelling on the past. We’ve got a letter to deliver.”
Jon: “Alva, you would have loved this one. It was an ancient Nord barrow, proper archeological wonder. We faced many more draugr than in Bleak Falls. Some of the draugr sparkled with imbued lightning powers, which they shot at us.”
Alva: “Oh, that sounds absolutely thrilling, Jon! I do love a good adventure in an ancient ruin.”
Jon: “Alva, of course, even though you weren’t there, you’ll get your share of the loot. And we got plenty. Check this out: gold bullion, weighing twenty-six pounds! Twenty-six pounds of nearly pure gold. I’d say that’s going to get us our house for sure.”
Alva: “Oh, Jon, you’re too kind. But I couldn’t possibly take a share of loot that I didn’t help in acquiring.”
Uthgerd: “Nonsense, Alva. We’re a team, and we share in both the risks and the rewards.”
Jenassa: “Indeed, your presence would have been invaluable in that barrow. You deserve a share, just like the rest of us.”

Alva: “Well, if you all insist. I suppose I could use my share to help furnish our new base of operations.”
Jon: “After all, it was my fault that you weren’t there. It must have been about seven in the evening when we decided to head into that barrow. I could have just returned to the inn and waited around until dusk. But we didn’t want to bother you, I guess, for what we thought was a half an hour thing.”
Alva: “Oh, don’t be too hard on yourself, Jon. These things happen when you’re an adventurer. Plans change, and you have to adapt.”

Few things beat the mood you’re in once you return to the nearest inn after an adventure that could have killed you. I sat at the bar and ordered a Black-Briar mead.

Jon: “Boy, Wilhelm, do I have a story to tell if you’re willing to listen at four in the morning.”
Wilhelm: “At this hour? Must be quite the tale.”
Jon: “It is indeed. You gave us the claw that was supposed to clear a puzzle door. Well, the door did open, and my band of adventurers, called Frostpeak Stalkers, we were able to delve deeper into the ruin. I must say, you lot have no clue about the archeological wonder hiding under your feet.”

It seems that few people slept in this town, because the local bard Lynly, as well as a woman in her forties with tousled hair whom I hadn’t noticed before, joined our conversation.

Temba Wide-Arm: “What are you talking about? Are you saying there’s some sort of treasure in that old barrow?”
Lynly Star-Sung: “Oh, how exciting! I’ve always wondered what secrets that place held.”
Wilhelm: “So, you’re saying that old ruin is more than just a haunted tomb? I knew there had to be more to it than just ghost stories. But what exactly did you find?”
Jon: “Well, me and my team killed like thirty raised skeletons. We killed like thirty or forty draugr. You know, undead ancient Nords. Some of those draugr were actually imbued with lightning powers, and they kept shooting such spells at us. Let me tell you, those were hard to kill.”
Temba Wide-Arm: “By Shor, that sounds terrifying! You’re lucky to be alive.”
Lynly Star-Sung: “Lightning spells? Oh, I’d have been scared out of my wits! You’re so brave.”
Wilhelm: “Sounds like you had quite the adventure. But I hope you’re not bringing any of that trouble back here with you. Ivarstead’s a peaceful town, and we’d like to keep it that way.”
Jon: “Sir, please, you offend me with those implications! My team, that you may remember is called Frostpeak Stalkers, delved into the cursed depths of those ruins to eliminate the undead menace that might have otherwise escaped the barrow and overrun this town.”
Wilhelm: “Easy there, friend. I meant no offense. It’s just… well, we’ve heard our share of troubling rumors about that place for years now. It’s hard to know what to believe.”
Lynly Star-Sung: “Oh, I’m sure Jon and his friends had only the best intentions! We should be grateful they’ve made the barrow safer for us all.”
Jon: “Hey listen, maybe you should contact someone at the Archaeological Society in Solitude. One of those scholars could come down here to inspect the site. They’ll ascertain that it’s now safe. I’m talking lots of real estate down there, several levels. You could set up houses or shops.”
Wilhelm: “Now hold on just a moment. Are you suggesting we turn that ancient burial site into some sort of… shopping district? I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
Temba Wide-Arm: “I have to agree with Wilhelm. That barrow is a sacred place, even if it is a bit spooky. Turning it into a marketplace seems… disrespectful.”
Lynly Star-Sung: “Oh, I don’t know. It could bring in some extra business for the town, maybe even attract more tourists or pilgrims on their way to High Hrothgar.”
Jon: “You know what’s disrespectful? My team, the Frostpeak Stalkers, explored that barrow out of the kindness of our hearts. Engaging our energies and strengths, we approached the ancient Nords that dwelled there, only for them to leap from their sleeping places and try to murder us. We did nothing to them. We merely looked at them, at the most. Sometimes we even greeted them, but they still tried to kill us. Does that seem fair?”
Wilhelm: “Well, when you put it that way, I suppose not.”
Lynly Star-Sung: “They sound like terrible hosts! Attacking guests like that.”
Temba Wide-Arm: “Sounds like those draugr had it coming, if you ask me. Ancient Nords or not, they had no right to attack you like that. How dare they?”
Jon: “That’s right, we were guests in their dwelling. We had entered the premises respectfully, were careful about not breaking anything, but those draugr didn’t even ask for our purpose.”
Wilhelm: “It does seem rather unreasonable of them.”
Lynly Star-Sung: “It’s almost as if they didn’t want anyone disturbing their eternal rest. But still, trying to kill you on sight? That’s a bit much.”
Temba Wide-Arm: “Exactly! And now, thanks to you and your friends, we don’t have to worry about them causing any more trouble.”
Jon: “Listen, that nonsense about eternal rest… If you’ve been dead for thousands of years, wouldn’t you welcome a traveler going out of his way to come to your house and offer you news about the world? Why would you attack such a person on sight?”
Lynly Star-Sung: “Maybe they were just grumpy from being woken up after so long. Some people need their beauty sleep, you know… Hah! Beauty sleep. That’s a good one, Lynly.”
Jon: “And listen… When I die, if I end up interred in a huge burial complex, which is likely to happen because by that time I will have become so famous that people will build a whole pyramid for me, I will probably be the final boss. Well, let me tell you, when I resurrect, I better be surrounded by beautiful women that have come to brighten my undead life. I’m going to be one of those restless draugr, with endless energy, if you know what I mean.”
Temba Wide-Arm: “Oh, you’re terrible! But I suppose there are worse ways to spend eternity.”
Wilhelm: “Careful what you wish for, Jon. You might just get it.”
Temba Wide-Arm: “Hah! I’ll drink to that. Here’s to an afterlife full of beautiful women and endless energy!”
Jon: “Hey, Lynly, for a moment you looked like you doubted my energy and, let’s say, restlessness when it comes to beautiful women.”
Lynly Star-Sung: “Oh, no, not at all! I’m sure you have plenty of energy for… well, for whatever it is you plan to do in the afterlife. I was just thinking, you know, it might get a bit lonely after a while, even with all those beautiful women.”
Temba Wide-Arm: “Lonely? Surrounded by beautiful women? I think Jon here might be just fine with that.”
Jon: “You know, I don’t want to wait until I’m dead to be surrounded by beautiful women. In fact, right now a single beatiful woman would do. Like you, Lynly.”
Lynly Star-Sung: “Oh, well, that’s very sweet of you to say, Jon. I’m flattered, truly. But, well, you know, I’m just a simple bard, and you’re a brave adventurer with a bright future ahead of him.”
Temba Wide-Arm: “Don’t sell yourself short, Lynly! You’re a catch, and any man would be lucky to have you.”
Lynly Star-Sung: “That’s kind of you to say, Temba. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. Jon, your offer is very tempting, but I’ll have to think it over.”
Jon: “Me and my team are leaving tomorrow night, so you have some hours to think it over. I would love to be surrounded by you or to surround you myself, if you get me.”
Lynly Star-Sung: “Oh my… Well, I’ll definitely keep that in mind, Jon.”
Temba Wide-Arm: “Ha! You’d better be careful, Lynly. This one’s a charmer.”
Lynly Star-Sung: “I’ll say! But like I told you, Jon, I’ll think on it and let you know before you leave tomorrow. Just don’t get yourself into too much trouble between now and then, alright?”

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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 the rest of the Frostpeak Stalkers, chatted with a pleasant old man, cleared out a small ancient ruin, then nearly died to a pissed-off wispmother. Once they rejoined their vampire companion Alva, they set off on the eastern road to Riften. As they braved the mountain pass, the cold and a snowstorm nearly froze them to death.

We, the Frostpeak Stalkers, were walking along a road that cut throw one of common birch forests of The Rift, the Skyrim hold whose capital was Riften. After facing that mountain pass and nearly dying, we were in paradise. That was until I stopped to read a sign.

Jon: “Ladies… we might have a problem of the stupid variety.”
Jenassa: “What kind of problem are we talking about, Jon?”
Alva: “Yes, do tell. We’ve faced our fair share of problems before, but a stupid one sounds… intriguing.”
Ria: “As long as it doesn’t involve more spiders, I’m game.”
Uthgerd: “Speak plainly, Jon. What’s troubling you this time?”
Jon: “That stupid lizard, Thrice-Bitten, the one who wrote a nasty letter to Ingun Black-Briar that could likely get him killed, told us that the courier carrying his letter likely stopped at Rorikstead, to the east of Falkreath. But on this sign, the only similarly named town close to this location is Ivarstead, not Rorikstead.”
Alva: “Let’s try to remember these locations correctly next time.”
Jon: “The problem isn’t that we didn’t remember the location correctly. I’m fairly sure that Thrice-Bitten, that goddamn lizard, told us the wrong location, and now I fear that we may have headed in the complete opposite direction.”
Uthgerd: “That’s a possibility, Jon. But let’s not jump to conclusions just yet.”

We were interrupted by a huge bear of all things, whose roar nearly made me shit myself. I would sell his pelt for good coin.

Jon: “It’s midnight, and we have finally, finally, finally reached a town. Ivarstead. Let’s hope that our courier has stopped here, as mentioned, the first town on the way over to Riften past the mountain pass, and that Thrice-Bitten just got the name of the town wrong.”
Uthgerd: “If we find that courier, we should make Thrice-Bitten pay for the misinformation. Leading us on a wild goose chase in this weather is inexcusable.”
Jenassa: “For now, let’s just concentrate on finding a warm place to rest. We can sort out the rest in the morning.”
Alva: “It’s so cold… let’s hurry and get inside before we freeze to death out here.”

Ivarstead was known for being the closest town to the trail that led to the top of High Hrothgar, the tallest mountain in the world, where a monastery was located. Plenty of foreigners from other ends of the continent knew about the supposed 7,000 steps to reach its top. It was somewhat of a rite of passage.

I approached a random traveler who hailed from Riften and who apparently respected hagravens because his mother had named him Hagravi. Whatever. I asked him about the whereabouts of the most recent courier that had stayed here. Then, confused and a bit enraged, I returned to my team.

Jon: “Listen, my warriors, I have asked around for any information about a courier staying here recently, and one did, but there is a problem.”
Uthgerd: “What kind of problem? Did the courier not have the information we need?”
Alva: “Or perhaps the information was false, meant to lead us astray?”
Jon: “Well, for starters, Thrice-Bitten, that damned lizard, told us that the courier was a man, an overweight man, if I remember correctly, with a beard. The traveler whom I asked about the courier that stayed here recently told me that she was a woman. This is either the courier who is handling Thrice-Bitten’s letter, or a completely random one.”
Jenassa: “So, either Thrice-Bitten’s information was incorrect, or the courier we’ve been tracking is not the one we’re looking for.”
Ria: “This could be a setback, but at least we have a lead, whether it’s the right courier or not.”
Jon: “To complicate things, that female courier had a run–in with a bear, and took shelter or fled to a nearby cave. So, are you, my lovely companions, willing to accompany me right now in this adventure, into a cave that apparently contains a courier that might not be the courier we’re searching for?”
Uthgerd: “Ha! A bear? Sounds like a worthy challenge. I’m in, of course.”
Alva: “Count me in as well. We might as well investigate, especially after coming all this way.”
Jenassa: “A job is a job. I’ll accompany you, regardless of whether it’s the correct courier or not.”
Jon: “What do you think about all these developments, Ria? You have been quite quiet recently.”
Ria: “I’ve been thinking about our purpose here. Hunting down couriers based on potentially faulty information seems… beneath us, doesn’t it?”
Jon: “I did say that jobs that don’t involve disemboweling people are childish.”
Uthgerd: “Hmm, perhaps. But a true warrior never backs down from a challenge, even if it’s not the most glamorous.”
Alva: “Besides, sometimes even the smallest tasks can lead to the greatest adventures. We won’t know unless we see it through.”

You could tell by the sight of that cave’s entrance that nobody should approach it. Bears had marked the surroundings with bones, some likely human. Once we barged in, weapons ready, we had to slaughter a whole family of bears. They were tougher than I would have thought after the horrors we had faced. In the end, we did find that female courier. What remained of her, anyway.

Uthgerd: “Damn, looks like we’re too late.”
Alva: “Poor girl. What a gruesome way to go.”
Jenassa: “It appears so. Such is the risk of traveling alone.”
Ria: “I hope she didn’t suffer too much.”
Jon: “It turns out that we have the right courier, even though she doesn’t match the description in any way other than the fact that she’s a human being. She had in her possession the letter that Thrice-Bitten wrote to Ingun Black-Briar. And… that bastard really went far. Let me read it to you.”
Uthgerd: “Go on then, let’s hear what the letter says.”
Alva: “Yes, do read it out loud.”
Ria: “I’m not sure if we should be reading someone else’s mail, but… I’m interested too.”
Jon: “Well then, I shall proceed to read the letter that this bastard Thrice-Bitten wrote to Ingun Black-Briar. It says, ‘Dear Ingun, I hope you die, I hope someone rips open your belly and shoves a hive of bees in that horker you call a stomach. I hope someone sews your mouth shut and pours hot, fecal lava down your ears. I hope your face gets infected with boils and your children are born ugly. I hope you die, and in the chance you don’t, I’m going to kill you myself.'”
Alva: “Ouch, someone’s quite upset with this Ingun.”
Uthgerd: “Hah! Now that’s a letter.”
Jenassa: “A rather vivid imagination for cruelty, it seems.”
Ria: “That’s… excessive. What could this Ingun have done to deserve such hatred?”

I was pursing my lips and shaking my head. I couldn’t believe I had nearly frozen my dick off, let alone die to a wispmother, for the sake of this shithead.

Jon: “Ria, apparently all this Ingun did to deserve it, and I’m using deserve in quotes, was asking this bastard Thrice-Bitten to find rare ingredients for her. Now I’m thinking… this Thrice-Bitten gave us the wrong description of the courier, as well as the name of the town, and has caused this courier to die if only because she was tasked to head in this direction to deliver his stupid, nasty letter. Maybe we should deliver the letter to Ingun ourselves. Maybe the Black-Briars should be outraged, and send assassins the way of that lizard.”
Jenassa: “A cunning plan, Jon. Misdirection leads to a courier’s demise, and now we hold the key to Thrice-Bitten’s undoing.”
Uthgerd: “I like the way you think, Jon. Let’s give this Ingun a reason to go after Thrice-Bitten.”
Alva: “We could hand over the letter, but do we really want to meddle in their affairs and risk making enemies?”
Ria: “I’m not comfortable sending assassins after anyone, even someone like Thrice-Bitten… But what if Ingun decides to take matters into her own hands?”

I didn’t want to upset Ria, but I wanted Thrice-Bitten dead.

Jon: “Well, there are five members in this team. Let’s put it to a vote, alright?”
Uthgerd: “Aye, let’s vote. I say we give Ingun the letter and let her deal with Thrice-Bitten.”
Alva: “If we’re voting, I’ll abstain. I see the merits of both sides, but I trust your judgment.”
Ria: “I vote against sending assassins or encouraging Ingun to do so. Let’s stay out of this, please.”
Jon: “Jenassa, you haven’t contributed with your vote. I know you are getting paid to belong to our wonderful band, but still, please vote.”
Jenassa: “My apologies. If we’re settling this with a vote, I say we hand the letter over to Ingun. Alright, the vote has concluded, and the majority voted for delivering the letter to Ingun Black-Briar with hopes that maybe she’ll send some assassins to kill Thrice-Bitten. Ria, I understand your woes about committing to a violent path, but even you must admit that this invention of ours might lead to Thrice receiving the comeuppance that he actually deserves. Any other comments before we set off to find Ingun Black-Briar and deliver her the letter?”
Jon: “You’ve said it all. What I have gotten out of this whole situation is that Thrice-Bitten deserves the consequences of his actions.”
Uthgerd: “I couldn’t agree more, Jon. Actions have consequences, and Thrice-Bitten must face his.”
Ria: “I… still don’t feel right about this, but I won’t stand in the way of the group’s decision. Let’s just get this over with.”
Alva: “Well, it’s settled then. We deliver the letter to Ingun and let fate run its course. Let’s just hope this doesn’t come back to bite us in the end.”
Jon: “Well, then it seems we have to head to Riften.”
Uthgerd: “That’s quite a journey. We better get moving then.”
Alva: “Riften… a den of thieves and criminals.”
Jenassa: “I’ve had some experience with the Thieves Guild in Riften. It’s best to be cautious.”

When we returned to Ivarstead’s inn, I felt like dropping to the floor and not moving for hours. What a nasty pair of days. Instead, I approached the innkeeper.

Jon: “By the Eight Divines, please give us, me and my team of adventurers here, named Frostpeak Stalkers, some food, dinner maybe, and also beds in which to sleep. These have been some grueling few hours.”
Wilhelm: “Can’t say I’ve got much in the way of food for a whole team, but I can spare some bread and cheese.”
Jon: “What? No, I’m intending to pay for the food and rooms.”
Wilhelm: “Well then, that’s different! Welcome to the Vilemyr Inn, it’ll be 10 septims per night for each room. What’ll you and your team be having for dinner?”

The local bard approached me. She was a black-haired beaut who dressed too fancy for this place.

Lynly Star-Sung: “And if you fancy a bit of music with your meal, just let me know.”
Jon: “I think we could do with salmon steaks and braided bread, please.”
Wilhelm: “Salmon steaks and braided bread, coming right up! That’ll be 15 septims each.”
Lynly Star-Sung: “Would you care to hear me play my lute while you wait for your meals, milord? It’s only five gold.”
Jon: “You are a sight for sore eyes, with that black hair and fair face. By all means, also grace my ears with a beautiful song.”
Lynly Star-Sung: “Why thank you, milord. That’s so sweet of you to say. I’ll tell you what… I’ll play a special song, just for you, for no charge at all.”
Wilhelm: “Don’t let her pretty face fool you. Lynly’s got quite the talent with that lute of hers.”

After dinner, I hoped to transmit to Uthgerd the shock that today’s events had caused me.

Jon: “Uthgerd, you will hate hearing this, but I keep replaying in my mind what happened yesterday, you know, when we exited the ancient ruin and we were ambushed by that wispmother. Before I knew it, the wispmother had hit you with her icicles, and you were lying unconscious on the ground. During that five-minute-long fight, I was sure that I was going to die, that you were going to die, that my whole team was going to die, and I was fucking terrified.”
Uthgerd: “It’s not easy facing death like that, especially when it comes for those close to you. But we’re warriors, we signed up for this. You can’t let the fear of loss consume you. We fought, we survived, and we’ll keep doing so.”
Jon: “And if you happened to have died, would that have been it, then?”
Uthgerd: “Then that’s it. You move on. Don’t you dare mourn me, Jon. Don’t let sentiment cloud your judgment. You and the others keep fighting, keep living. That’s the code we live by.”
Jon: “Uthgerd, one day you’re going to die. Wouldn’t you want someone to think of you and feel pain for the fact that you are no longer there?”
Uthgerd: “Feeling pain for the fallen is natural. But letting it consume you? No. You can’t afford that luxury. We all took the same oaths to fight till our last. You honor that by moving forward, not by wallowing in what could have been.”
Jon: “Uthgerd, since the day I met you, I’ve know that you are strong, but I hadn’t measured or understood properly the extent of how strong you are.”
Uthgerd: “It’s about time you realized it. Don’t go thinking it’s just physical strength. A true warrior’s strength comes from here. Hardened resolve, determination, the will to press on even when the odds are stacked against you. That’s what counts when swords clash and the blood starts flowing. That’s the kind of strength you’ve got too.”
Jon: “Not remotely as much as you do. So I hope to continue learning from you to become stronger.”
Uthgerd: “Damn right you will. You stick with me, and I’ll make sure you’ve got the stomach for this life. It’s not a path for the faint of heart, but something tells me you’ve got what it takes.”

The inn was crowded at this hour; it looked like it contained the whole town. I was searching for Ria when I spotted a curious character sitting on one of the chairs near the hearth: a Khajiit man with a long beard and monk-like robes. I had to talk to him.

Jon: “You look quite peculiar. What is your story, sir?”
Dar’Rakki: “Dar’Rakki came to Skyrim with a friend, Adanja, who promised to help this one find a job with one of the Khajiit caravans. But, bandits near the border attacked us. Adanja was killed. Now, Dar’Rakki finds it hard to trust people.”
Jon: “Well, I know I’m a complete stranger, but what are you planning on doing now?”
Dar’Rakki: “This one is not sure. The truth of what’s real and what’s lies is all mixed up in this land. Take this mountain, for example. They say there are 7,000 steps to the top, but how can we really know without counting them ourselves? It’s so hard to trust.”

Jon: “Yeah, I wonder. What if you set off to climb the 7,000 steps, and turns out it’s only 3,328?”
Dar’Rakki: “The thought of such a blatant lie being propagated… it would be too much for Dar’Rakki to bear. This one would likely end his own life right then and there, unable to live in a world filled with such deceit.”
Jon: “You just said that you would commit suicide if the number of steps on the path to the mountaintop is incorrect.”
Dar’Rakki: “Yes, that is correct. The thought of living in a world where such a fundamental truth is a lie is too much for this one to bear. But, until the day when Dar’Rakki climbs those steps and counts them himself, there is still hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, there are exactly 7,000 steps.”
Jon: “Well, for your sake, cat-man, I hope that there really are 7,000 steps. Not one more, not one less.”
Dar’Rakki: “This one appreciates the sentiment, friend. Perhaps, if this place is more honest than Dar’Rakki fears, the Nordway may yet be a place to call home. But, only time will tell.”
Jon: “Goodbye, sir.”
Dar’Rakki: “Until we meet again. May your path be true and your mind clear. And should you ever find yourself in need of a curious traveler, look for Dar’Rakki. This one is always searching for truth in this world of lies.”

Before heading to bed, I wanted to ensure that Ria wasn’t bummed about the Thrice-Bitten situation.

Jon: “Hey Ria, may I have a word with you in private?”
Ria: “What’s on your mind, Jon?”
Jon: “I suspect you are disappointed. We decided to deliver Thrice-Bitten’s letter to Ingun Black-Briar even though you didn’t want to possibly get that lizard killed, despite the fact that he deserves it.”
Ria: “It’s not that I’m disappointed, it’s just… it feels wrong to potentially cause someone’s death, even if they might deserve it. But I trust you and the others. We made the decision together, and I’ll stand by it.”
Jon: “Well, Ria, I hope you never hesitate to share your opinion with the rest of the group. I appreciate your noble heart, I appreciate your bravery, and you are an integral part of our group.”
Ria: “Thanks, Jon. It means a lot to hear you say that. I’ll always be honest with you and the group. And no matter what, I’ve got your back.”

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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 team of fierce women, headed east toward Riften, following the directions of an idiotic Argonian who had written a nasty letter to the Black-Briar family. Before reaching their destination, they stopped at Helgen, a cold town in the mountains. My character gathered his team to finally name their band of adventurers. After a few retarded suggestions, they settled on a powerful name: Frostpeak Stalkers.

Jon: “My plan for this daytime outing is to scout the road ahead, so that when our entire band, now called Frostpeak Stalkers, braves the road at night, we’ll know what we’re dealing with.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, that sounds like a plan. We need to know what we’re up against before we go charging in blindly.”
Ria: “Agreed. Scouting ahead is always a smart move. We can’t afford to be caught off guard.”
Jenassa: “Wise decision. I can help with the scouting if you’d like. My skills in stealth can be useful in identifying potential threats without being seen.”

While exploring an area near the main road, from which an ambush could come, we came across an eroded boulder the size of a farmhouse.

Jon: “Hey, a sign calls this place Orphan Rock. Does this mean anything to you?”
Uthgerd: “Can’t say it does, Jon. But I’ve heard tales of old Nordic ruins scattered about these parts.”
Ria: “Aye, this could be one of them. We should keep our eyes peeled for any signs of danger.”
Jenassa: “Might be worth investigating further. If there’s something of value here, we should find out.”
Uthgerd: “Right, but let’s not get too distracted from our main goal. We’re here to scout the road, remember?”

We followed the path that continued in perpendicular to the main road, and we found ourselves before a ruin with similar architecture to the ancient temple we had recently cleared out.

Jon: “Oh my, that reminds me of Bleak Falls Barrow. Are you in for a little daytime excursion into an ancient ruin?”
Uthgerd: “Ha! You know I’m always ready for a good fight. Count me in.”
Ria: “If it’s anything like Bleak Falls Barrow, then we could be in for a lot of danger. I say we go for it.”
Jenassa: “Agreed. Let’s see what treasures this ancient ruin holds.”

When we looked into the first room of the ruin, we saw three dead bandits lying on the floor as if they had just fallen dead. In the corner of the room, an old, bearded man was sitting on a chair, drinking casually.

Jon: “That old man looks like a mage. How do we approach this situation?”
Uthgerd: “Carefully, that’s for sure. This smells like a trap.”
Ria: “Aye, we should keep our guard up. There might be more bandits lurking about.”

I greeted the old man in a congenial manner.

Jon: “Excuse me, sir. We are a band of adventurers named Frostpeak… what was it? Frostpeak Stalkers. Yeah, we’re the Frostpeak Stalkers, a proud band of adventurers, and we’ve come to figure out what was going on with this ancient ruin, only to find three dead bandits on the floor, and you, an old man, very much alive. So, what’s the deal?”

The old man stood up.

Zarlak: “Hmm? I suppose you’re here to pilfer my wares, eh? Not that it matters much to me now.”
Uthgerd: “We’re not here to rob you, old man. We’re adventurers, the Frostpeak Stalkers. We’re investigating this ancient ruin.”
Ria: “Aye, we found three dead bandits and you here.”
Jon: “So, were you camping here and these bandits tried to kill you?”
Zarlak: “Heh, not quite. I killed them, boy.”
Uthgerd: “You killed all three of them yourself?”
Ria: “Well, that’s certainly impressive. What happened here?”
Jenassa: “Yes, we would love to hear your story if you wish to share.”
Jon: “We ventured out in this chilly morning that has developed into a proper snowstorm, intending to scout the road ahead because we’re going to travel further at night, and suddenly we found you. Most interesting situation we’ve come across today. So please, by all means, tell us your story.”
Zarlak: “Well, if you insist. Sit down and let me regale you with a tale. The story begins a few days ago. You see, I am a traveling merchant, and I was on my way to Markarth to sell some goods. But fate had other plans for me.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, like getting caught in a snowstorm?”
Zarlak: “Hah! More than that, my dear. I got lost in this cursed storm and stumbled upon this place.”
Jon: “Thankfully, these ancient structures, bless their builders, still provide very good shelter. I don’t think we would be able to replicate this stonework in the present day.”
Zarlak: “Indeed, the ancient Nords knew how to build to withstand the test of time.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, their craftsmanship was unrivaled.”
Ria: “But what about the bandits? What happened with them?”
Zarlak: “Ah, yes, the bandits. Gave me quite a scare, they did.”
Jon: “So, were they a random group of bandits who believed you were a defenceless old man?”
Zarlak: “That’s right, my boy. They thought me an easy target, but they sorely underestimated me.”
Uthgerd: “I can imagine! You must have shown them the strength of a true Nord.”
Ria: “I’m curious, Zarlak, how did you manage to fend off all three of them?”
Zarlak: “Ah, well, that’s an interesting story…”
Jon: “Are you a mage by any chance? Certainly your robes suggest it. I’m interested because I’m a mage myself.”
Zarlak: “Ah, a fellow practitioner of the arcane arts, I see! Yes, indeed, I am. These bandits thought they could catch me off guard, but they were mistaken.”
Uthgerd: “Magic can give you a nasty surprise!”
Ria: “I’ve seen what a skilled mage can do; I’m not surprised you took them down.”
Jon: “Of course. Never underestimate us mages. We can produce terrible forces from the palms of our hands.”
Zarlak: “Hah, indeed, we can! That’s why I always say that knowledge is power, my young friend.”

Uthgerd: “Aye, and power is what we need in a fight.”
Ria: “I’d never let my guard down around any foe, mage or otherwise.”
Jenassa: “Wisdom to live by. Underestimating one’s enemies often leads to a quick demise.”
Jon: “Anyway, I suppose that’s the length and extent of your story. You were traveling, you had to take shelter from a snowstorm, and these three hapless bandits that are now lying dead and looted of their valuables thought that they could take you on, only to discover the might of a mage.”
Zarlak: “More or less, young one. It’s not the most exciting tale, I admit, but it’s a testament to the surprises life can throw at you.”
Uthgerd: “True, you never know when a bandit might jump out at you.”
Ria: “Or a dragon, for that matter. But I’m just glad we found you. It could’ve been much worse.”
Jenassa: “Life’s full of surprises, some more deadly than others.”
Jon: “Well, we do not intend to bother you anymore. Our adventurer’s band, Frostpeak Stalkers, must continue on its way. We’re going to scout the surroundings and then return to base to gather our remaining team member. At night, we’ll be heading to Rorikstead. Good luck with your things, and… be happy, I guess.”
Zarlak: “May your journeys be safe and fruitful. Rorikstead is a good place to head towards. I’ve found that the folk of Rorikstead greatly appreciate travelers such as yourself who are willing to lend a helping hand. If you have a healer with you on your travels, perhaps they could help those in need there as well. Good luck to you, Frostpeak Stalkers. May the gods watch over you.”
Uthgerd: “Thank you. We’ll be sure to keep our eyes open for anyone who needs our help.”

We left that pleasant old man behind to continue into the next room of the ruin, only to find ourselves exiting the structure on the other side. That was it, I guess. However, we stood on a jutting balcony that offered an amazing view of the mountains. After we got tired of it, I checked out the perimeter of the structure, and located a door into its base.

Jon: “Well, turns out that there is an entrance to this ruin. It’s already six in the afternoon. Are you still in for a little delve into ancient ruins?”
Uthgerd: “Aye, I’m always ready for a fight. These ruins won’t know what hit them.”
Ria: “Absolutely! There’s no better way to end the day than with a good battle. Let’s see what’s lurking in there.”
Jenassa: “I’m prepared to follow, but remember, I don’t enter caves or ruins for cheap. You’re already getting a good deal, Jon.”

We had barely closed the door when we were assaulted by three bandits that were hanging out near the entrance. Nothing we couldn’t handle.

Jon: “That was one violent greeting. These bastards are everywhere. They must have taken over this ancient ruin as well.”
Uthgerd: “Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us. Let’s show these bandits what the Frostpeak Stalkers are made of!”
Ria: “Aye, I’ve been itching for a good fight. Let’s make this quick and clean.”

In one of the bandits I found a spell tome for something called Backlash, that allows a mage to interrupt another mage’s spells, and if interrupted successfully, the enemy mage will eat up his own offensive spell.

Jon: “Very interesting magic. I’ve never seen anything like this.”
Uthgerd: “Huh, fancy magic. I prefer my greataxe, but if it helps you take down enemy mages quicker, I’m all for it.”
Ria: “That sounds powerful, Jon. It could give us a real edge in battle.”
Jenassa: “I don’t care much for magic, but I can appreciate anything that gives us an advantage. Just don’t expect me to start wielding spells anytime soon.”

A door opened to the sight of white cobwebs, and clusters of huge, bulging egg sacs.

Jon: “This is something I wish I didn’t have to say, but I hope you like spiders, because that is a lot of spider egg sacs.”
Uthgerd: “By Ysmir, I hate spiders. This is going to be messy.”
Jenassa: “Spiders are no match for steel and shadow. We’ll handle them quickly.”

Turns out that the bandits had already killed the couple of huge spiders present, as their corpses attested. While we were descending a flight of stairs, about five other bandits charged against us. I bolstered my warriors with a healing spell and shot poison bolts at a bandit archer located further down the corridor. At one point I saw Uthgerd on her knees, a rare sight. I took down her assailant with further poison bolts.

Jon: “That was a tough battle. I was scared to see you on your knees after that bandit hit you in the side.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! It’ll take more than a glancing blow to keep me down, lad.”
Jenassa: “We all have our weak moments. The key is to not let them define us.”
Ria: “Aye, we’re all in this together. No one fights alone.”
Uthgerd: “Damn right. Now let’s keep moving before some eight-legged bastard shows up.”
Jon: “Oh my goodness, another interesting spell book. Mind Vision. It allows the caster to see through the eyes of the target creature or humanoid for eleven seconds. This will be wonderful for scouting ahead.”
Jenassa: “That could be incredibly useful for reconnaissance. Just be careful not to get caught in your own spell.”
Uthgerd: “Handy, but I prefer seeing through the eyes of my enemies the old-fashioned way: by knocking their heads off their shoulders.”
Jon: “Uthgerd, never change.”
Uthgerd: “And why should I? My ways have kept me alive this long.”
Ria: “Aye, as long as we work together, our differences only make us stronger.”
Uthgerd: “Well said, lass. Now let’s keep moving and clear out this nest of spiders. Time’s a-wasting.”

A conspicuous chest stood on the side of the stairs. I should have suspected that it was trapped, but thankfully, I opened it from the side, and the poisoned darts shot out toward the front. They ricocheted harmlessly against the opposite wall.

Jon: “Ladies, inside this chest there was a rough garnet, which would have been good enough, but check this out: a triple diamond gold elven diadem worth 1500 septims.”
Jenassa: “That’s quite the find, Jon. We should be careful though: chests like that might be trapped.”
Jon: “You’re right about that.”
Uthgerd: “1500 septims for a circlet? Damn, that’s enough to feed a family for a year. Let’s get it appraised when we get back to town.”
Ria: “I’ve never seen anything that valuable before. We’re lucky to have found it, but we need to stay alert. Good job, Jon.”
Jon: “Always eager to please, Ria. This diadem will help us fund our dream of buying a house that will become the base of operations of our beloved Frostpeak Stalkers. So look forward to that.”
Uthgerd: “A house for the Frostpeak Stalkers, huh? We’ll need a place to store all our loot and plan our next adventures.”
Jenassa: “As long as we keep getting paid, I’m fine with whatever you all decide. A house could be useful.”
Jon: “Well, I can already imagine it. I’ll wake up in the Frostpeak Stalkers’ home base and see Uthgerd eating breakfast at the table, Ria in her underwear heading to the shower, and Jenassa… I’m not sure, sharpening her weapons perhaps. I don’t know what you do in the morning, Jenassa.”
Jenassa: “Sharpening my weapons, most likely. Someone has to keep them in good condition.”
Ria: “In my underwear, Jon? I’m flattered, but let’s keep it polite.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! I can just picture it. We’d make quite the household. But keep your fantasies to yourself, Jon.”
Ria: “Uthgerd is right. Our home base should be a place of respect.”
Jon: “I’m afraid, my dear Ria, that you cannot stop the power of my imagination.”
Ria: “Jon, your imagination might be vivid, but I’d really prefer if you kept it to yourself. We’re comrades, not objects of fantasy.”
Uthgerd: “You should listen to Ria, Jon. There’s a time for jokes, but you’re pushing it. Just focus on the task at hand, alright?”

As we bantered, we hacked and burned through a few cave rats.

Jenassa: “If you spent as much energy on fighting as you do on dreaming, we might actually get somewhere.”
Jon: “You’re right, you’re right. Oh, new door up ahead. Let’s move on to the next segment of this ancient ruin.”
Uthgerd: “Good. We need to stay focused if we’re going to clear this place out. Enough about the future; let’s handle the present.”
Ria: “Stay sharp, everyone. There’s no telling what’s behind that door.”

Turns out that the door led to the outside. We found ourselves on a narrowish path that bordered a cliff. I could make out the ruins of Bleak Falls Barrow stuck on a distant mountainside like ribs.

Further along the path, I spotted a wisp: a glowing ball of icy energy that left a whitish trail. It attacked us, but we dispatched it immediately. As we continued down the path, something materialized behind a boulder, very close to the four of us: a wispmother. They are female-shaped vortices of cold energies that get pissed off when you kill any wisp. Far more dangerous than we could handle at our level. Before I knew it, the wispmother was slinging icicles at my companions. Ria went down first, knocked unconscious. Although I tried to heal Jenassa and Uthgerd, they fell a few seconds later. I found myself retreating from the wispmother to a distance at which I may be able to dodge its icicles, and I repeated a cycle of shooting elemental bombs at the spirit, then hiding from its sight until my magicka replenished. I got hit by an icicle once, and it nearly killed me. I emptied the single thousand-septims-worth ambrosia bottle to heal and refill my magicka immediately. After what seemed like five minutes, the wispmother exploded. I ran to heal my companions.

They didn’t realize the extent of what had happened. Ria thought she had been assaulted by a frost troll. When they understood that they had nearly died, Jenassa chastised me for having put her in such danger.

Jon: “I’m sorry, Jenassa. I suppose you do have to see it that way: that your employer got careless and nearly had you killed.”
Jenassa: “It’s not about being callous, Jon. It’s my job to keep you alive. But I do prefer doing my job while I’m still breathing.”
Uthgerd: “We all share the blame, anyway. It’s not on you, Jon.”
Ria: “Yeah, Jon, don’t beat yourself up about it. We’re all in this together. But let’s try to be more careful, alright?”
Jon: “The issue here is that you three were unconscious for what seemed like five minutes. That’s what it took me to defeat that wispmother. You have no idea how close it came to the four of us ending. I need to clear my head.”
Ria: “By the gods, Jon… We’re grateful for your efforts, truly. Let’s all be more cautious from now on.”
Jenassa: “Indeed. We can’t afford to lose each other, not after all we’ve been through.”
Uthgerd: “You saved our lives, and we won’t forget that. But let’s put that behind us and focus on the road ahead.”

The lights of Helgen, further down the road, shone through the snow.

Jon: “In the end, we barely did any scouting ahead, but we did plenty of nearly dying.”
Ria: “That’s putting it mildly. Next time, let’s make sure we’re better prepared.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, we were caught off guard. I won’t let that happen again.”
Jenassa: “Let’s keep moving, then. Alva is waiting, and we’ve got a long road ahead of us to Rorikstead. We burned a lot of daylight in that fight.”
Jon: “Actually, Jenassa, I have to thank you. Remember that fight at the entrance of Bleak Falls Barrow, when I ran out of magicka and potions? Well, this time I stocked up on potions and kept chugging them to fight this wispmother. I think that’s a huge part of what kept me alive, and it was because you, Jenassa, suggested that I should buy more potions.”
Jenassa: “You’ve always had a knack for magic, Jon. And I’m just glad the potions helped. You did well to keep us alive. That fight was… something else.”
Ria: “We all contributed, even if some of us were unconscious for parts of it. Let’s keep each other alive out there.”

Back at the safety of the inn, we found Alva sitting on a chair in one of the empty rooms, looking bored.

Jon: “Hey, Alva. We’re back from, I suppose, trying to scout ahead. I’m sorry we’re late, but we nearly died. I’m glad to see you again.”
Alva: “I’m glad to see you too, Jon. You had me worried when you were gone so long. But you’re here now, and that’s what matters.”
Ria: “We had a close call out there, Alva. Jon saved our lives.”
Uthgerd: “It was a tough fight, but we pulled through.”
Jon: “No need to mention it. I would have absolutely hated to lose any of you.”
Ria: “We know you would, Jon. That’s why we stick together.”
Jenassa: “Indeed. We are stronger together, and we’ve proven that time and time again.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, we may be a mismatched bunch, but we’re a damned good team.”

We followed the road heading east, that at the end of The Rift, that hold’s name, ended in the shady city of Riften.

Jon: “Well, let’s finally head to Rorikstead, like that scaly idiot told us, to convince a courier to give us a letter, something that shouldn’t involve dying.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! Perhaps we’ll uncover some juicy secrets… or at least get a good meal out of it.”
Ria: “Stick together, and we’ll be fine. Just don’t let Jon here wander off to chat up any milkmaids!”
Jon: “Oh Ria, you saw me chatting up Narri, right? That barmaid in Falkreath. I can’t resist redheads.”

A fallen tree blocked half the road, and in front of it lay a wagon. Its owners, a couple of Khajiit merchants, had been slaughtered. Bandits ambushed us from the trees. The terrain worked against them; I was able to block some arrows by hiding behind trees, only to sprint at the archers while they were nocking a new arrow.

Alva: “Well, that was intense. But we pulled through, just like always.”
Jon: “A proper, classical ambush. The bastards nearly achieved something, but in the end they all lie dead.”
Ria: “That was quite a fight! Glad we managed to make it out alive. Though those bandits really did put up more of a fight than I had anticipated.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, they were tougher than the usual rabble we deal with. We’ve got to stay on our toes out here.”
Jenassa: “It seems like there are more and more of these highwaymen as we travel further from the main roads.”

The snowstorm was worsening by the minute.

Jon: “We have to hurry.”
Alva: “Aye, the sooner we reach Rorikstead, the better. This snow is only getting thicker.”
Ria: “We need to stick close to each other, don’t want anyone getting lost in this storm!”
Uthgerd: “Look out for any signs of a town or some kind of shelter along the way. It might come in handy if things take a turn for the worse.”

I was losing heat quickly, and it felt like we were shrouded in white.

Jon: “This is real bad, my friends. I cannot see further than five feet ahead.”
Ria: “By the gods, this storm is terrible! We need to find shelter soon, or we’ll freeze to death out here.”
Jenassa: “Keep your wits about you. We’re more vulnerable than ever in this storm. Eyes peeled for any threats.”
Alva: “Let’s just focus on putting one foot in front of the other. Complaining won’t get us to Rorikstead any faster.”

The road kept bending, and we had to backtrack a couple of times, but at least, even though it still snowed bad, the snowstorm seemed to be easing.

Jon: “For the record, that was the worst snowstorm I have ever been in.”
Ria: “Let’s just hope there isn’t another one of those storms waiting for us further ahead.”
Alva: “One can only hope. But we should prepare for the worst, just in case.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, better to be ready for anything in this gods-forsaken land.”
Jon: “Are you all resisting the cold alright?”
Uthgerd: “I’m managing, but it’s not easy in this damned cold.”
Alva: “I’m alright, but we should keep moving for you all to stay warm.”
Ria: “Agreed, the sooner we find shelter, the better.”
Uthgerd: “Still, you worry too much, elf. We’re Nords, we’ll be fine… but let’s keep moving anyway.”
Jon: “Uthgerd, your teeth are chattering. Do you want a Frost Resist potion?”
Uthgerd: “No, thanks. I don’t need any damn potion. I just need a fire, some meat, and a place to rest.”

We got ambushed by a couple of necromancers. We could only tell they were there because their spells glimmered through the snow. They were merely an annoyance. At least they allowed us to warm up a bit.

Snow was one thing, and this cold another.

Jon: “I’m sorry, ladies, but I’m afraid that I, as a High Elf, am not used to this, to these temperatures. If we continue the way things are going, I’ll freeze to death.”
Uthgerd: “Quit your whining, elf. You think we’re any more used to this cold? We’re all in this together.”
Ria: “We just need to keep moving, Jon. It’s the only way to stay warm.”
Uthgerd: “Exactly. So quit your bellyaching and let’s get moving.”
Jon: “Oh, well. When we finally reach an inn, I hope someone massages my limbs.”
Alva: “Well, if you survive, I’m sure someone can help you with that.”
Ria: “One step at a time, Jon. Let’s focus on staying alive first.”
Uthgerd: “By Ysmir, you’re such a baby. But if you make it through this, I suppose I could help with that… if you ask nicely.”

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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, flirted with a barmaid, unloaded his junk on an unsuspecting shopkeeper, flirted with a steward, threatened an Argonian, and suggested he might be a serial killer.

After I got back with Alva on a wagon, our whole band gathered at Falkreath’s inn. We were chilling, updating Alva regarding our recent adventures, when I noticed a Thalmor agent, a sole woman, haughtily throwing glances our way. I was itching for a fight or a little murder, so I confronted her. She claimed that she was curious about our band of adventurers and our intentions in the area. I told her to mind her own business.

Jon: “Listen, none of us like the Thalmor. You and I, we’re both High Elves, but I cannot abide by a political system that seeks to eliminate beautiful races like Utgherd’s here. Look at her, the beauty of a strong Nord woman. And people like you are trying to destroy it. That is something I cannot forgive.”
Jerulith: “You misunderstand the Thalmor’s intentions.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, we understand perfectly.”
Alva: “Miss, surely you can see the beauty and value in the diversity of the races of Tamriel.”
Jerulith: “It’s not about elimination. It’s about order. The Thalmor seek to bring stability to a chaotic world.”
Jenassa: “There’s a difference between order and oppression.”
Jon: “As a member of your race, yeah, we are superior in plenty of things. We are more attuned to magic than any other. But if you lot end up on top opressing everybody else, you’re buying into a future of constant anxiety and fear that every other race is going to band together against you. Is that truly how you want us Altmer to live?”
Jerulith: “It’s not about living in fear. It’s about ensuring our survival and the proper order of things.”
Uthgerd: “The proper order? Please. Your order is nothing more than bigotry and arrogance.”
Alva: “Uthgerd is right. What you call order is just oppression and tyranny.”
Jenassa: “Not all of us want to live in your proper order, Thalmor. The world is more complex than your narrow view.”
Jon: “Anyway… Now that our beautiful Alva has joined us again, how about we set off on the road to Rorikstead, where that courier whom we’re supposed to threaten was headed?”
Alva: “You’re right, Jon. We shouldn’t waste any more time here.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, let’s get moving. I’m itching for a fight.”
Jenassa: “I’m ready. The road to Riften is long, and could be dangerous.”

Torches in hand, Falkreath receded behind us, and we found ourselves surrounded by dense forest. Falkreath was notorious for having the densest forests in Skyrim.

Jon: “Oh, how wonderful! Another night-time outing with my girls.”
Uthgerd: “You make it sound like we’re going on a picnic, not hunting a courier and whatever’s in that letter.”
Jenassa: “It’s nice to travel by night for a change. Fewer prying eyes.”
Ria: “Let’s try to have some fun on this journey, yes?”

A sudden scream startled me. It seemed to come from the sky, and grew increasingly in volume. A body splattered against the ground. It was a guy, now very much dead.

Jon: “What the hell happened? This guy just fell from the sky. He was using some sort of device. Let’s see what the journal he had on him says… ‘I finally finished the paraglider. I didn’t have enough twine that the instructions call for, but this seems sturdy enough that I’m sure it will last… Being able to glide through the air like a hawk is such an amazing feeling.'”
Uthgerd: “Well, looks like his amazing feeling was short-lived.”
Jenassa: “What a strange way to die.”
Alva: “I’m more concerned about who he was and why he was flying in the first place.”
Ria: “This world never ceases to surprise me.”
Jon: “Well, I’m moving this poor bastard’s corpse out of the way, so it doesn’t block the middle of the road. I hope that someone more charitable than us comes along and buries him.”
Uthgerd: “Agreed, let’s get him off the road at least.”
Jenassa: “His death may have been his own fault, but no one deserves to be left like this.”
Ria: “He was probably an adventurer like us. I hope he didn’t die for nothing.”

Some time later, I spotted a makeshift bridge that crossed the road. From its top, two bandit archers shot at the local wildlife. I prompted the team to gather behind a thick tree.

Jon: “Ladies, we have a problem. You see that bridge up ahead? Well, bandit archers are posted on top of it.”
Uthgerd: “Bandit archers, you say? So, we’ll need to take them out quickly before they spot us.”
Ria: “I agree. We should use a ranged attack to deal with them. Jenassa, your bow might come in handy here.”
Jenassa: “Consider it done. I’ll position myself in the shadows and take them out before they even know what hit them.”
Jon: “Meanwhile, I’m going to surround this rocky formation to flank the bandits. It’s going to be a careful operation.”
Uthgerd: “Careful is good. But let’s not forget the heart of a true warrior. They will taste our steel if they choose to stand against us.”
Alva: “And if they run, I’ll give chase. No one escapes the night.”

Those two bandit archers barely saw us coming. I ended one of them with a long spray of poison.

Jon: “It seems I worried for nothing. It was just a couple of bandit archers tending to a bridge, and they both fell easily.”
Uthgerd: “Hah! I told you we’d make short work of them. You worry too much, Jon.”
Ria: “But caution isn’t a bad thing. Better to be prepared for a tough fight and find an easy one, than the other way around.”
Jenassa: “Perhaps next time we’ll find foes more worthy of our blades. Or more gold in their pockets, at least.”

The road was following an increasingly steeper slope.

Jon: “Oh, wind’s picking up. I hope we don’t end up trudging through a storm like we’ve done recently in the Whiterun hold.”

We were cutting through the snowy mountains.

Jon: “I guess we should have looked at a map before heading in this direction. It leads us through a mountain pass. We’ll freeze our asses off.”

A fort blocked the road. Its undefended gate opened to a small community of wood and stone buildings.

Jon: “Well, ladies, I don’t think we’re going to reach Rorikstead before sunrise. Maybe we should rent rooms here for the night.”
Uthgerd: “I suppose it’s better than being out in the open with bandits on the loose. What do you think, Alva?”
Alva: “Helgen. I’ve heard stories about this place… It’s not the most welcoming of communities. But given the circumstances, I agree with Jon. It’s better to have a roof over our heads tonight.”
Jon: “It’s not like we’re going to live here. If you don’t want, you don’t have to interact with any of the locals. I’ll do the yapping.”
Jenassa: “You’re right, Jon. We don’t have to mingle with the locals if we don’t want to. As long as we have a place to rest and plan our next move, that’s all that matters.”
Uthgerd: “Agreed. Let’s just keep to ourselves and avoid any unnecessary trouble.”

The inn was eerily deserted. Its innkeeper wiped the counter as if she expected clientele any day now.

Jon: “Yikes. Sorry to say, but this place is pretty much dead. I don’t think I have ever seen an inn this devoid of clients.”
Matlara: “You’re right. It’s a bit eerie, isn’t it? But I suppose it’s to be expected in a place like Helgen.”
Uthgerd: “I’ve seen worse places, trust me. As long as there’s a roof over our heads and a bed to sleep in, I’m not complaining.”
Alva: “True. And maybe the lack of clients will work in our favor. We won’t have to worry about any unwanted attention.”
Jon: “Hey, do you have any free rooms available for us, a band of adventurers?”
Matlara: “Of course. Will you be needing anything else, or just the rooms for the night?”
Ria: “Just the rooms for now, thank you. We appreciate you accommodating us on such short notice.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, we’ve had a long journey and could use a good night’s rest.”
Jon: “How are things going in town?”
Matlara: “Well, to be honest, things have been quite difficult lately. Ever since the dragon attack, the town has struggled to recover. Trade has slowed down, and many people have left in search of better prospects elsewhere.”
Uthgerd: “Dragon attack? That sounds horrific. No wonder the town seems so quiet.”
Alva: “I can only imagine the devastation a dragon could cause to a small community like this.”
Jon: “A dragon attack so close to places we’ve been in. I’m surprised that most buildings are left standing. I would have expected devastation.”
Jenassa: “It’s surprising, but it seems like the buildings were sturdily built. They probably withstood the attack better than the people did.”
Uthgerd: “Still, it’s a shame to see a town so empty. It must be hard for the few who remain.”
Matlara: “It is, but we’re doing our best to keep things going.”
Jon: “Well, I hope that our coins contribute to revitalize this place.”
Matlara: “Thank you. Every little bit helps, and we’re grateful for your patronage. I hope you and your companions find our accommodations satisfactory.”
Alva: “I’m sure we will. And who knows, maybe we’ll even find a way to help the town while we’re here.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, if there’s anything we can do, let us know. We’re no strangers to lending a helping hand where it’s needed.”

The team separated to do our own thing. At one point, I noticed Jenassa sitting at a table, eating dinner. I chose to bother her.

Jon: “Hey, Jenassa, how are you enjoying our adventures so far?”
Jenassa: “You’ve led us well, Jon. But don’t think for a moment that I’ve gone soft. I’m still the deadly blade at your side, ready for whatever comes next.”
Jon: “I do not intend for you to go soft, but I do wish for you to have fun. Not everything has to be so tense and, you know, so life-and-death. I hope to see you smile and laugh heartily from time to time.”
Jenassa: “You’re an odd one, Jon. Most who hire me care only for the sharpness of my blade, not the curve of my smile. But I suppose there’s no harm in enjoying myself.”

Unfortunately, I didn’t know what else to bring up. Jenassa wasn’t precisely forthcoming about her private life.

Jon: “Well, it’s been nice talking to you, Jenassa. I hope you have a good night’s sleep.”
Jenassa: “A good night’s sleep? In this line of work? I’ll rest when the job is done.”
Jon: “You better get at least one or two hours of sleep! I’m pretty sure you can go insane if you don’t sleep at all.”
Jenassa: “You worry too much, Jon. I’ve gone days without sleep before. But perhaps a few hours wouldn’t hurt.”
Jon: “You know, one of us will stand guard at a time. We are, after all, a party of five people. You’re one of them, an extremely lethal one, but… My point is, you can rely on us.”
Jenassa: “I don’t doubt your abilities, Jon. Or the rest of our companions. But I’ve learned to rely on myself first and foremost.”

I bumped into Uthgerd on the way to the lavatory.

Jon: “Hey, Uthgerd. Have you been enjoying yourself lately?”
Uthgerd: “The blood of our enemies stains our blades, and their gold lines our pockets. Can’t ask for much more than that, can I? Though, I have to say, the company’s not half bad either. There’s something to be said for fighting alongside folk you can trust to watch your back.”
Jon: “If I may ask… Do you have any favorites among the companions that have watched your broad back on our adventures?”
Uthgerd: “Favorites, huh? I suppose there’s a few I’ve grown fond of. That Jenassa’s a quiet one, but she’s got a fire in her you don’t often see. Alva… well, she’s a vampire, but she’s never shied away from a fight. Ria’s young, but she’s learning fast.”
Jon: “No mention of me, huh?”
Uthgerd: “You’re something else entirely. Fighting beside you is… it’s like standing in the eye of a storm. You’re chaos incarnate, and yet, somehow, when the dust settles, we’re all still standing. It’s… exciting.”
Jon: “I’m not sure what to answer. That is probably the best compliment I have ever gotten in my life. So, thank you, Uthgerd, and I hope that you keep holding on.”
Uthgerd: “Don’t let it go to your head. Besides, where else would I go? We’ve fought our way through bandits, draugr, and things I don’t even have names for. I’m not about to walk away from that. But the next time we find ourselves in the thick of it… try not to get yourself killed, aye?”

Jon: “The same goes for you, Uthgerd. If you died, I would have no clue what to do.”
Uthgerd: “If I die, you’d best not waste any time mourning. You pick up your sword and you keep fighting. That’s what I’d do if our places were reversed. The world doesn’t stop turning just because one of us falls.”

I felt a knot in my throat.

Jon: “My heart… might stop beating for a while, though.”
Uthgerd: “Your heart stopped beating a long time ago. It’s just taking your head a while to catch up.”

I felt she was right, although I couldn’t pinpoint exactly how. I had grown colder.

Jon: “Well, not sure what you meant by that, but… I think I’m going to bed. It’s always been nice talking to you, Uthgerd.”
Uthgerd: “Sleep well, Jon. And… may your dreams be untroubled. For what it’s worth… I’m glad you’re here.”

We woke up near midday. As we shared a table to eat breakfast, I thought it was time to bring up something that had been bothering me for a while.

Jon: “My beloved maidens of battle, it’s a new, cold day here in Helgen, and a good time as any to bring up a matter of vital importance that, honestly, I should have brought up a long time ago.”
Uthgerd: “What is it, Jon? You know I don’t like it when people beat around the bush. Spit it out.”
Alva: “Yes, Jon, what’s on your mind? We’re all ears.”
Ria: “Let’s hear it, Jon. We’ve been through a lot together, so there’s no need to hold back.”
Jenassa: “Get to the point. We don’t have all day.”
Jon: “Well, the thing is… I’m tired of going up to people and introducing ourselves as “an adventurer’s band” or “a band of adventurers.” We need a name for our little team, a catchy name that strikes fear in our enemies, that strikes… amazement in onlookers. So, I shall propose the name that I’ve been thinking about: Jon and the Amazing Band of Adventurers!”
Uthgerd: “Jon and the Amazing Band of Adventurers? You can’t be serious, boy.”
Alva: “Oh, Jon, really? It’s a bit… self-centered, don’t you think?”
Ria: “I agree with Alva. Shouldn’t our name represent all of us, not just you?”
Jenassa: “If I’m going to be part of a group, I’d prefer a name that doesn’t make me sound like a sidekick.”
Jon: “Very well. That first tentative name for our group was probably a joke. Let’s try this next name: Four Fierce Maidens of Battle, and One Dude.”
Uthgerd: “Still not feeling it, Jon. It wouldn’t strike fear in enemies, that’s for sure.”
Alva: “It does have a certain ring to it, but I’m not entirely convinced.”
Ria: “We’re not some harem, Jon. And shouldn’t our name focus on our skills and abilities?”
Jenassa: “Would it kill you to be just a little less self-absorbed?”
Jon: “Alright, I’m trying to think about our common traits. My beloved Alva here is a pale vampire. We have Uthgerd, who is big, sturdy, strong. Jenassa is cool and, you know, an assassin, and also a Dark Elf. We have Ria, who’s young, enthusiastic, and a Companion. What’s the common denominator here?”
Uthgerd: “We’re all skilled fighters, dedicated to our cause and each other. Why not focus on that?”
Alva: “Yes, perhaps something that reflects our strength, and the bonds we’ve formed.”
Ria: “A name that shows our unity and prowess in battle. That’s what’s important.”
Jon: “Let’s see… Should we make some metaphoric reference to animals or monsters, like in a sports team?”
Jenassa: “A sports team? This isn’t a game, Jon. We’re warriors.”
Alva: “As much as I enjoy our fun moments, Jenassa is right. Our name should carry weight.”
Ria: “So, something with animals or monsters. Like a wolf pack or dragon riders?”
Jon: “How about something that makes references to a force of nature and also fierce animals? Like Storm Wyverns, or, I don’t know, Firestorm Cave Rats?”
Uthgerd: “Firestorm Cave Rats? That’s… a mouthful, Jon. And not exactly the fierce image we’re going for.”
Alva: “I think we should stay away from cave rats, Jon. They’re more of a nuisance than a fearsome creature.”
Ria: “How about referencing creatures that are actually intimidating, like bears or sabre cats?”
Jenassa: “Or something that captures the essence of our fighting spirit, like a tempest or a whirlwind?”
Jon: “Let’s approach this from two angles: please brainstorm names of powerful forces of nature on one side, and on the other, honorable and powerful animals or monsters.”
Alva: “For forces of nature, we could go with something like Stormblades.”
Jenassa: “Or we could reference powerful creatures, like Direwolves.”
Ria: “On the forces of nature side, there’s always something like the Shattered Peaks.”
Uthgerd: “And as for fierce animals, Thunder Mammoths could work.”
Jon: “Thunder Mammoths, huh? How about Ground Sloth Tempests?”
Uthgerd: “Ground Sloths? Not exactly the most intimidating creatures, Jon.”
Alva: “And tempest suggests a lot of chaos and movement. Not really fitting for a sloth.”
Jenassa: “We need a name that will strike fear into our enemies, not make them laugh.”
Jon: “How about something fierce but not animal related, like… Fearsome Motherfuckers, or Tempest Bastards?”
Alva: “Tempest Bastards, huh? That’s… certainly a choice.”
Ria: “I think we should probably steer away from just outright calling ourselves ‘bastards’ or ‘motherfuckers,’ Jon.”
Jenassa: “If we are to be feared and respected, our name shouldn’t be a joke. Let’s keep thinking.”
Jon: “Jenassa, can you contribute some particular flavor from your homeland, Morrowind? What is there in Morrowind that could be fitting for this conversation?”
Jenassa: “Well, in Morrowind, there are the Ashlander tribes. They’re fierce and proud warriors. Maybe something like Ashlander Raiders?”
Ria: “Ooh, that’s got a nice ring to it! Good suggestion, Jenassa. What do you think, Alva, Uthgerd?”
Jon: “I mean, I like Raiders, but we have nothing to do with the ashlands. I have never even seen an ashland.”
Alva: “True, we don’t have a direct connection to the ashlands, but the name does evoke a sense of ferocity and strength.”
Uthgerd: “But if we’re trying to build a reputation for ourselves, shouldn’t our name reflect who we are and where we come from?”
Jenassa: “It was just a suggestion. Shall we keep brainstorming?”
Jon: “I like the term Raiders, but Raiders sounds like Bandits. I want something that suggests the ferocity of raiders but in a sort of honorable manner. And I want a landscape connotation like Ashland, but local to Skyrim. My apologies to you, Jenassa. Perhaps we could go back to including references to fierce animals.”
Alva: “How about Stormcloak Stalkers? It has the force of nature element with Stormcloak and the fierce animal connotation with Stalker.”
Uthgerd: “But wouldn’t that make us sound like supporters of Ulfric and his cause? That could be problematic.”
Jenassa: “Given the current political climate, it might be best to avoid names associated with either side of the civil war.”
Ria: “Maybe something like Frostpeak Hunters then? It still has the fierce animal element without any political affiliation.”

I saw the light.

Jon: “How about Frostpeak Stalkers?”
Alva: “Frostpeak Stalkers… It certainly sounds intimidating and conjures images of fierce warriors hunting in the frigid mountains.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, it does feel like a proper representation of our strengths – fierce, unwavering, and perhaps a bit wild.”
Jenassa: “It also gives a nod to this land and its harsh environment. I must admit, I like it.”
Ria: “Frostpeak Stalkers… Yes, I can see that striking fear and respect into the hearts of those who hear it.”
Jon: “Well, I’m glad to have been the one to propose the final name. It would have been fine if any of you had proposed it, of course. But anyway, this group composed of the five of us, along with any future member that may join, shall henceforth be called… What was it again?”
Alva: “Frostpeak Stalkers, dear Jon. It was your brilliant suggestion, after all. Never mind that we all helped brainstorm and contributed ideas.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, Frostpeak Stalkers. It’ll be a name that echoes through the lands of Skyrim. And never mind that you only came up with it after numerous failed attempts.”
Ria: “Don’t worry, Jon. We’ll make sure everyone knows it was you who proposed the perfect name.”
Jon: “Well, the first name I proposed was Jon and the Amazing Band of Adventurers, and we ended up with Frostpeak Stalkers. That’s significant progress. Good job, everybody!”
Jenassa: “Indeed, Jon. We’ve managed to find a name that represents all of us, not just you. Quite an accomplishment.”
Alva: “Yes, we should be proud of our new name. I, for one, am very excited to see where the Frostpeak Stalkers will take us in the future.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, let’s raise our tankards to the Frostpeak Stalkers!”
Jon: “From now on, I’m going to say Frostpeak Stalkers so many times that you’re going to grow sick of it.”
Alva: “Overuse it and I won’t hesitate to correct you. I’ll be sure to remind you of your first suggestion every time you do. Oh, Jon, I have no doubt you’ll make us all tired of hearing it. But that’s part of your charm.”
Uthgerd: “Let’s focus on living up to the name rather than just repeating it.”

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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 the members of his band of adventurers that can walk in daylight, were tasked with destroying a bandit camp along the road to Solitude. However, the camp turned out to be a fort, too much for the band to handle. They got lost on the way back, and ended up in front of Bleak Falls Barrow, a complex or ruins. The band cleared that ruin, which strengthened the dynamic of the group. They ended up resting at Falkreath’s inn.

When I walked out of our, Uthgerd’s and mine, rented room at the inn, I was enveloped in a warm glow. Despite the downpour outside, it felt like a wonderful morning. It improved even more when I spotted the barmaid, a redheaded babe.

Jon: “Hey miss, even though it’s raining heavily outside, isn’t this a beautiful morning?”
Narri: “On a morning like this, I’m glad to have some company in here. The rain does make the fire pit over there feel cozy, don’t you think? What can I get for you?”
Jon: “It does indeed, it does indeed. I feel so cozy here, like I’m enveloped in a warm glow. I’m satisfied all over. It has been a wonderful night, after a beautiful day of fighting alongside my companions, and now I find myself talking to an absolutely gorgeous redhead. What is there not to love?”
Narri: “A silver tongue, you’ve got. The fire’s warmth ain’t got nothin’ on the heat you’re bringin’ in here. What brings you and your companions to our humble Falkreath?”
Jon: “Well, my lovely barmaid, me and my companions belong to a band of adventurers who faced our deaths by conquering the ancient ruin called Bleak Falls Barrow. We completely cleared it, killed the big boss at the end, got plenty of loot, and came out of the other side. After a bit of walking, we ended up here in Falkreath. I had sex with my companion Uthgerd, rested for a few hours, and now I’m talking to you.”
Narri: “You and your companions must be quite the bravest of souls. And, ah, it seems you’ve been… celebrating your victory, haven’t you? I suppose a hero’s welcome is in order, then.”
Jon: “What is your name, by the way, you beautiful redheaded lass?”
Narri: “Just Narri. I work here for Valga, keepin’ the patrons happy and the drinks flowin’. What’s yours, handsome?”
Jon: “My name is Jon, love. Why don’t you get me and my companions some ales, and maybe you stick around?”
Narri: “I think I can scrounge up some ale for you and your companions. And, if I’m lucky, maybe Valga won’t notice me lingerin’ a bit too long at your table.”

When I returned to a practical mood, I approached the innkeeper for information, but Narri joined in as well, and I ended up detailing our adventure in Bleak Falls Barrow. Entertaining dialogue, but for some reason the AI system didn’t save that part. I asked the innkeeper about possible troubles in the area that needed solving.

Valga Vinicia: “Ah, yes… There was a local hunter, Valdr, who decided to investigate the strange occurrences at the mill. He went in to check on things, but never returned. His men have been searching for him, but so far, no one has heard from him.”
Narri: “And it’s not just Valdr, Jon. There have been other hunters who’ve gone missing in the area, too. Some folks are starting to get really worried.”
Jon: “Maybe I have to speak with your jarl.”
Valga Vinicia: “Ah, you mean Jarl Siddgeir? Ha! Good luck getting anything out of him, Jon. He’s… well, let’s just say he’s more concerned with his own comforts than with the problems of the common folk. But hey, it’s worth a try, I suppose. You can find him at the jarl’s longhouse, just up the hill from here.”
Jon: “It seems that you’re lacking in proper leadership.”
Valga Vinicia: “Ah, that’s one way to put it, Jon. Jarl Siddgeir… He’s not the most effective leader, to say the least. But, you know, he’s the one we’re stuck with. Between you and me, I think he’s more concerned with lining his own pockets than with helping the people of Falkreath.”
Narri: “Valga’s right, Jon. He’s not exactly… popular among the locals.”
Jon: “I’ll have a talk with that prick.”
Valga Vinicia: “Ah, I wish you luck with that, Jon. Just be careful, okay? Jarl Siddgeir’s not someone to be trifled with. He’s got a temper, and he’s not afraid to use it.”
Narri: “Yeah, and don’t say I didn’t warn you… He’s not exactly known for his listening skills, either.”
Jon: “Anyway, goodbye, Valga. Thank you for your helpful information. As for you, Narri, you’re a sight for sore eyes, with that fiery red hair of yours and that beautiful figure. I hope to see more of you.”

I gathered the team and visited the local general trader to unload the extra items we had gained through our adventure.

Jon: “Hello, person that I’m meeting for the first time. My band of adventurers and I come from the nearby haunted ruin called Bleak Falls Barrow. We have looted plenty of stuff, and I’m guessing you are interested in buying random crap found in dungeons, right?”
Solaf: “Ah, Bleak Falls Barrow, you say? That’s quite a feat, making it out of there alive. I’m Solaf, the owner of Gray Pine Goods. And, of course, I’d be more than happy to take a look at the… treasures you’ve brought back. What kind of goods do you have for me today?”
Uthgerd: “Hmm, a bit cozy in here, isn’t it?”
Jon: “Let’s see… Well, we have gems, animal pelts, this beautiful painting that we somehow found inside that ruin… What else…”
Solaf: “A painting, you say? Now that’s something I don’t get to see every day. Let me take a look. I’ve got a few collectors who might be interested in something like that. What’s the condition like? Is it… unsettling, being from a haunted place and all?”
Jenassa: “I’m more interested in selling my share of the gems.”
Jon: “No, the painting seems earlier to the haunted nature of the ruins. It just depicts an ancient rustic scene. Nords being Nords, that far back. Pretty peaceful.”
Solaf: “Ah, a piece of Nord history, then. That could be very valuable to the right collector. I think I can give you a good price for it. Let me just check a few things… Ah, yes. I think I can offer you 200 gold for the painting.”
Ria: “That sounds like a good deal, Jon. What do you think?”

We didn’t earn as much as I had hoped, but then again we hadn’t bothered to burden ourselves with the weight of every armor piece the bandits were wearing.

Jon: “That’s a decent amount of money we’ve made by selling the crap we didn’t need, so thank you for buying it from us, Solaf.”
Solaf: “Not a problem, not a problem at all. It’s always good business to take unwanted items off the hands of adventurers like yourselves. And it looks like I’ve got a lot of sorting to do… You folks must have cleaned out the entire ruin. I’m impressed.”
Jon: “That adventure was the stuff of legends, not going to lie. I’m quite impressed with how it worked out. Anyway, Solaf, we came to Falkreath because we were lost, but now we’re here, and we plan to stick around and solve local problems. What can you tell me about the town and its surroundings?”
Solaf: “Ah, well, Falkreath’s got its share of problems, that’s for sure. There’s been rumors of strange happenings at the local cemetery, and some folks have gone missing in the nearby woods. Then there’s the bandits on the road to Whiterun… They’ve been causing a lot of trouble for travelers.”
Ria: “That sounds like something we could help with, Jon.”
Jon: “We sure can, and I will be glad to help the locals, but I hope to do it in an official capacity by talking to the jarl. Siddgeir seems to be the name. I talked about him with Valga, the innkeeper, and she didn’t have very nice things to say about your jarl. Do you know him?”
Solaf: “Ah, Siddgeir, the jarl of Falkreath. Well, let’s just say he’s not the most popular man in town. He’s been making some… questionable decisions lately, and some folks are starting to get a bit restless. Valga Vinicia’s got a bit of a grudge against him, if I recall correctly. She’s been complaining about the taxes he’s been levying on the local inns and taverns.”
Jon: “That is a shame. No hold in Skyrim or wherever else can survive for long with terrible leadership.”
Jenassa: “Leadership is a luxury, Jon. In my line of work, I’ve seen many holds and cities rise and fall, regardless of their leaders. Power is a fleeting thing. Still, if this Siddgeir is as incompetent as the innkeeper makes him out to be, it’s only a matter of time before someone decides to take advantage of the situation. Perhaps we can use this to our advantage. Uthgerd, what do you think? You’ve dealt with the Nords and their jarls before. What can you tell us about this Siddgeir?”
Jon: “Yeah, Uthgerd, have you heard about the incompetence of Falkreath’s jarl from your hometown of Whiterun? Is he infamous even over there?”
Uthgerd: “Yes, I’ve heard whispers about Jarl Siddgeir’s… lacking leadership. My comrades in the Companions have mentioned it in passing, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Still, if what Solaf and the innkeeper say is true, it sounds like Falkreath could use some… guidance. Jenassa’s right, though. We might be able to use this to our advantage, if we play our cards right.”
Jon: “Anyway, Uthgerd, Jenassa, Ria, my beautiful maidens of battle, I intend to stick around Falkreath for a bit, solving problems and all that. The only issue is that Alva, my lovely vampire, is stuck in Whiterun, so tonight I’ll hire a wagon and bring her here.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Falkreath hold, a pleasant enough place, I suppose. Not as grand as Whiterun, but it has its charm. I’m with you, Jon, let’s see what kind of trouble we can stir up for the local bandits and make a bit of gold in the process.”

Jenassa: “Stir up trouble? You’re always so eager for a fight. But I’ll admit, the coin sounds good. What’s the plan, then?”
Jon: “Well, I plan to do it in an official capacity. We go talk to the Jarl, this stupid Siddgeir that people complain about. Let’s hope he offers us a proper contract to destroy some bandits, or clear out some location. Let’s earn more coin for our dream of owning a home in which we can store lots of children.”
Ria: “Oh, come on, Jon, you’re not still thinking about that whole settling down thing, are you? We’ve got a long way to go before we can think about having kids. Besides, I thought we were in this for the adventure, not just to make a quick septim.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Ria’s got you there, Jon. You’re always talking about this dream of yours, but I think you’re forgetting what kind of lives we lead. We’re warriors, not farmers. Although… I must admit, the idea of you as a father is quite…”
Jon: “Yes, my maidens, I do want a house, or land at least, but it would be used as a base of operations. We would store some of our stuff there to ensure we aren’t carrying all our valuable possessions wherever we go. You know, it’d be a nice place in which to rest, have sex, and hear children running and dancing around, which would improve the mood.”

While trying to look as respectable as possible, we entered the ruler’s longhouse. Inside, we spotted a fancily dressed High Elf hanging out near the hearth. The jarl was lounging on the throne.

Jon: “Oh, a fellow Altmer, I see. You seem fancy enough to be the steward of this place.”
Nenya: “Ah, a well-spoken newcomer, how refreshing. Indeed, I am Nenya, the steward of Falkreath. And you are…?”
Uthgerd: “I think he’s trying to impress you, Nenya. Don’t mind him, he’s all talk.”
Jon: “Thank you for the introduction, Uthgerd, as well as the vote of confidence. Nevermind, Nenya, my name is Jon. I’m glad to introduce myself to you, such a beautiful and tall High Elf. We are a band of adventurers hailing from the neighboring hold of Whiterun. We want to know if you have some perilous tasks that need to be solved by the means of violence.”
Nenya: “Ah, Jon, the charming one. I must say, I’m intrigued by your… audacity. As for tasks, well, we do have some issues in the area that could use your particular set of skills. Bandits, wolves, and the like have been causing trouble on the roads.”
Uthgerd: “Oh boy, here we go again. Jon’s going to try to sweet-talk his way into getting us a job.”
Jenassa: “What kind of pay can we expect for taking on these tasks, steward?”
Jon: “Yes, I’m afraid, Nenya, that even though we are very kind-hearted and compassionate adventurers, we require money to live, as everyone does. You know, we have to pay for lodging and food. We’ll gladly take care of your bandit and wolf problem, and maybe other stuff, but we do require some reward of the monetary kind.”
Nenya: “It’s only fair that you’re compensated for your trouble. We can offer a modest sum of gold and some… let’s call them privileges in Falkreath. However, I must warn you, our treasury isn’t as… overflowing as it used to be.”
Uthgerd: “Saved by the greed, as always. I’m sure we can come to some agreement, Nenya.”
Jon: “Miss Nenya, do you think it would be worth it for us to introduce ourselves to your employer?”
Nenya: “Ah, you mean the jarl, Siddgeir? I suppose it couldn’t hurt to pay your respects. Though, I should warn you, he’s not exactly… the most… involved leader. He has his interests, and governance isn’t always at the top of his list.”
Ria: “That sounds like a delicate situation. I’m not sure if we should get involved with the local politics, but it might be good to know more about the jarl and his priorities.”
Jenassa: “Information is always valuable.”
Jon: “Nenya, I’m glad that you spoke so candidly with us complete strangers, newcomers to your hold, about the shortcomings of your boss jarl Siddgeir. I must say, we have spoken to the populace, and they seem rather troubled about your leader’s incompetence.”
Nenya: “Ah, I see you’ve already gotten a taste of the local sentiment, have you? Well, I suppose it’s no secret that Siddgeir’s rule has been… questionable, at best. As his steward, I’ve tried to… mitigate the effects of his inattention, but it’s a difficult task.”
Uthgerd: “It sounds like the jarl is more interested in enjoying his power than actually doing his job.”
Jon: “Well, Nenya, steward of Falkreath, if your administrative abilities are equiparable to your beauty, I’m sure you’re doing a tremendous job.”
Nenya: “Ah, Jon, you’re as silver-tongued as you are bold. I assure you, my abilities as a steward are not simply a matter of aesthetics. I have served Falkreath for many years, and I take my duties very seriously.”

We approached the jarl, who didn’t seem impressed by us.

Jon: “Jarl Siddgeir, sire, I present myself as the leader of a band of adventurers that is, at the time, unnamed. Anyway, we have met your steward, Nenya.”
Nenya: “I’ve had the pleasure of making their acquaintance. They seem quite… eager to prove themselves.”
Jarl Siddgeir: “I am Jarl Siddgeir, the ruler of Falkreath.”
Jon: “Well, let me tell you, Mr. Siddgeir, we have spoken to the populace, and they seem to be very happy about your rule. So, congratulations about that. A jarl should always be respected and thought that he is awesome.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, spare us the flattery, Jon. We’re here to discuss potential work, not to kiss up to the jarl.”
Nenya: “Actually, Jarl Siddgeir, I think Jon’s sentiments are… misplaced. The people of Falkreath are indeed happy, but it’s more due to my own efforts in maintaining the hold’s affairs, rather than your… leadership.”
Jarl Siddgeir: “Ah, Nenya, always so blunt. Yes, well, I suppose it’s true.”
Jon: “We don’t want to interfere in the argument between a jarl and his beautiful steward, but my band of adventurers have come to your longhouse because we are capable, we can exercise violence against evil, and we were wondering if you, Jarl Siddgeir, as the ruler of the Falkreath hold, can offer us some work that involves killing monsters or people.”
Jarl Siddgeir: “Ah, yes, yes, of course. Well, as it happens, we do have some issues that require attention. Bandits on the roads, wolves attacking travelers… that sort of thing. I’m sure Nenya can provide you with the details.”
Nenya: “Indeed, I can. We’ve had reports of a particularly vicious group of bandits operating near the old ruins of Bleak Falls Barrow. They’ve been attacking merchants and travelers alike. If you’re willing to take on the task, we can offer you a modest reward.”
Jon: “Near the ruins of Bleak Falls Barrow, you say? We came from Bleak Falls Barrow. We cleared out that ancient complex of ruins, and we killed every single bandit we saw there.”
Jenassa: “Yes, and we took out a few draugr and a giant spider for good measure. It was a productive day.”
Ria: “And we found some great loot, too! That ancient Nord ruin was filled with all sorts of treasures.”
Nenya: “Ah, well, in that case, it seems you’re a more capable group than I initially thought. Very well, I suppose that particular task is no longer necessary.”
Jon: “Listen, Jarl Siddgeir, I see you have the standard fare of problems: bandits and wolves on the road. We’ll patrol the area and kill anything that attacks us. If we see any bandit camp, we’ll clear it out.”
Uthgerd: “What’s with the cheese wheel antics?”
Jon: “It is midday already, and I haven’t eaten anything since I woke up. I was hungry and I remembered I had a cheese wheel in my backpack. I thought it would be great to eat some cheese. It was delicious.”
Jenassa: “Ah, I see. Well, hunger can be a powerful motivator, can’t it, Jon?”
Ria: “And it looks like you’re quite the cheese connoisseur, too. Smuggler’s Cheese Wheel, no less!”
Nenya: “I’m glad to see that your priorities are in order, Jon. Hunger is, after all, a pressing concern. But, if you’re quite satisfied now, perhaps we could return to the matter at hand?”
Jon: “Yes, the monster of hunger has been vanquished. My final point I wanted to make to you, Jarl Siddgeir, is this: we’re a capable band of warriors and we shall vanquish your foes. For a modest fee.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! I like your spirit, Jon. And I’m sure the Jarl appreciates your… colorful way with words.”
Jarl Siddgeir: “Ah, yes, well, I think we’ve established that you’re a capable group. And I’m willing to pay a modest fee for your services, as you put it. Nenya, see to it that they’re compensated fairly for their work.”
Jon: “Well, I guess that is all. We’ll stop bothering you now, Jarl Siddgeir. Thank you for your attention. I must say, you’re quite the chill dude. You seem like you have a good time around here.”
Nenya: “Ah, yes, well, the Jarl does have a… certain reputation for being… laid back, shall we say.”
Jarl Siddgeir: “Ha! Chill dude, I like that. Yes, I try to keep things… relaxed around here. It’s not always easy, of course, but I do my best.”

Uthgerd: “Well, I think we’ve wasted enough of the Jarl’s time, Jon.”

I didn’t want a repeat of the Bleak Falls Barrow situation, when I found myself lacking magicka potions, so I headed to the local alchemist’s shop. It was time, if not to buy potions, to mix my ingredients into some. To my confusion, we found an Argonian dude browsing the ingredients.

Jon: “Hey, hello, Mrs. shopkeeper. I was going to ask you the standard fare about potions and ingredients, but I have noticed the Argonian. Rare to see one around these parts.”
Zaria: “Ah, yes, good day to you! Not many travelers come through here asking about the locals, but yes, Thrice-Bitten here is indeed a rare sight. We don’t often get Argonians in Falkreath.”
Thrice-Bitten: “Ah, yes, just passing through, trying to… uh… acquire some… rare ingredients. Lovely shop you have here, Zaria.”
Uthgerd: “What’s all this I hear about rare ingredients?”
Jon: “I must say, Thrice-Bitten, that you sounded a bit suspicious there.”
Thrice-Bitten: “Oh, no, no, no, nothing suspicious at all! I assure you, just a… a nervous habit, that’s all.”

Zaria: “Actually, Thrice-Bitten has been acting a bit… unusual since he arrived. I’ve never seen anyone so… anxious to acquire certain ingredients.”
Ria: “Unusual, you say? What kind of ingredients is he looking for?”
Jon: “Yes, Thrice-Bitten, please answer my beautiful companion Ria. Are you looking for specific types of ingredients?”
Thrice-Bitten: “Ah, no, no, nothing in particular, I assure you! Just… uh… browsing, yes, that’s it. Although… I did hear that Zaria might have some… rare mushrooms in stock.”
Zaria: “Rare mushrooms? Which ones might you be referring to? I don’t recall showing you any particularly rare or exotic specimens.”
Jon: “Oh, I see what this is about. Rare mushrooms, huh? Of course, we all want rare mushrooms if we can find them. Nothing wrong with flying in your mind to have a good ol’ time.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, Jon, please. This isn’t about your… recreational activities. Thrice-Bitten’s hiding something.”
Thrice-Bitten: “No, no, it’s nothing like that! I just… need them for a… a medical purpose, yes.”
Jenassa: “A medical purpose? What kind of medical purpose could you possibly need rare mushrooms for?”
Jon: “I don’t know if this is any of our business, but yeah, Thrice-Bitten, I’m curious enough to know. Do you have a disease, perhaps a contagious one that everybody else should stay away from?”
Thrice-Bitten: “No, no disease! Nothing contagious, I assure you! It’s just… a personal matter. Something I’d rather not discuss in public, if you don’t mind.”
Ria: “A personal matter? That sounds even more suspicious. Maybe we should be careful around you, Thrice-Bitten.”
Zaria: “Now, now, let’s not jump to conclusions. Thrice-Bitten’s been a good customer, and I’m sure he means no harm.”
Jon: “You see, the issue here, Thrice-Bitten, is that me and my companions, my beautiful Uthgerd the Unbroken, Ria the Companion, and Jenassa the sellsword, we are professional solvers of problems. Those problems usually involve excessive amounts of violence. We don’t have any issue killing people and doing all kinds of nasty stuff to their bodies. So now that we’re dealing with you, I have to wonder… is this a problem to be solved?”
Thrice-Bitten: “Oh dear, oh dear… This is not good, not good at all. I think I’ve made a terrible mistake. You see, I’m not a problem to be solved; I’m just a… a person with a problem. A problem that I’m trying to fix before it’s too late.”
Uthgerd: “What kind of problem? Spit it out, Argonian. We don’t have all day.”
Jon: “Yes, Thrice-Bitten, the beautiful Uthgerd, whom you see here frowning, she’s constantly aching to cleave someone in half, and I’m eager to see her do it, as it makes me aroused. So, Thrice-Bitten, out with it. If we can help you, we will help you, and if we have to hurt you, we will hurt you.”
Thrice-Bitten: “Ah, please, please, I beg of you! Don’t hurt me! I’ll tell you everything! I’ll tell you all about the letter!”
Zaria: “A letter? What letter? What’s going on, Thrice-Bitten?”
Thrice-Bitten: “I wrote a letter… to Ingun Black-Briar… in Riften. I said some… unpleasant things about her and her mother, Maven Black-Briar.”
Jon: “You said unpleasant things to the most powerful person in Riften, who is basically a mob boss? I’m sure she can send assassins against you, Thrice-Bitten. That wasn’t a wise thing to do.”
Thrice-Bitten: “I know, I know! I was a fool! I was trying to… burn bridges, you see. I’ve been too agreeable in the past, and I wanted to make it clear that I wouldn’t be taken advantage of anymore. But I went too far, and now I’m sure Maven will have me killed.”
Jenassa: “Burn bridges? What do you mean?”
Jon: “Oh, I know all about burning bridges. That’s when you destroy your relationship with someone you used to care about, destroy it to an extent that it cannot be repaired. You can no longer look at this person in the face and expect any kind of respect from them.”
Thrice-Bitten: “Yes, exactly! That’s what I was trying to do. But I think I may have gone too far this time. Maven Black-Briar is not someone to be trifled with, and I’m sure she’ll stop at nothing to make an example of me.”
Ria: “So, what do you want from us, Thrice-Bitten? You want us to protect you from Maven’s wrath?”
Jon: “Well, Thrice-Bitten, you have put us in… How to say it? A quandary. Now we know that Maven Black-Briar may offer money for your corpse.”
Thrice-Bitten: “Ah, please, you have to help me! I’ll do anything! I’ll pay you, I’ll give you anything you want! Just please, you have to stop that letter from reaching Ingun! If it reaches her, I’m a dead man! Maven will have me killed, and I’ll never be able to show my face in Riften again!”
Jon: “Well, you wouldn’t be able to show your face in Riften if you’re killed, so you have that sorted out, but how is anyone supposed to stop a letter? I don’t know what you mean. Does a letter have legs?”
Thrice-Bitten: “No, no, of course not! I mean that the letter is being carried by a courier! He’s supposed to deliver it to Ingun Black-Briar in Riften. If we can intercept the courier, we can stop the letter from reaching her!”
Uthgerd: “Ah, a courier, you say? That’s a bit more manageable. Do you know which route the courier is taking?”
Jon: “Yeah, please, Thrice-Bitten, first answer my lovely companion Uthgerd here, but I have to say, you want us to murder a courier just because you’re an idiot and wrote a really nasty letter?”
Thrice-Bitten: “I… I didn’t think of it as murder, exactly… I just want to protect myself from Maven’s wrath… But, I suppose it’s true… I did write the letter, and now I want you to kill someone to fix my mistake…”
Uthgerd: “Stop stammering and answer my question, Argonian! Which route is the courier taking? Is he going through the mountains or along the main road?”
Jon: “Hey, Thrice-Bitten, stop stalling and answer my big, sturdy, gorgeous companion here.”
Thrice-Bitten: “Ah, forgive me! The courier… he’s taking the main road… from Falkreath to Riften. He should be passing through the forest just east of here.”
Zaria: “Ah, now that’s a coincidence. You’re in luck, Thrice-Bitten. That’s the same road Jon and his companions were heading down anyway, weren’t you?”

I didn’t like that this was beginning to feel like an obligatory quest.

Jenassa: “What business do we have in Riften, Jon?”
Jon: “We have no business whatsoever in Riften, Jenassa. I think this is a waste of time.”
Uthgerd: “Hold on, Jon. I think this is starting to get interesting. We’ve got a courier to intercept and a letter to retrieve. It’s not every day we get to cause a bit of chaos and mayhem on the roads.”
Ria: “I’m with Uthgerd on this one, Jon. It sounds like a challenge. And who knows what kind of reward we might get from Thrice-Bitten if we can pull it off?”
Jon: “Yeah, what kind of reward is Thrice-Bitten going to give us? One of his scales? Uthgerd, are you seriously considering murdering a courier for this scaly bastard here?”
Thrice-Bitten: “No, no, I’ll give you gold! Lots of gold! I’ll give you everything I have! Just please, please stop the letter from reaching Ingun!”
Uthgerd: “Hold on, Jon. No one said anything about murder. We’re just going to… intercept the courier. And Thrice-Bitten’s gold is as good as anyone’s.”
Zaria: “I’m sure the courier’s life is worth more than all the gold in Skyrim, Uthgerd.”
Jon: “Alright, Thrice-Bitten, I guess we’ll consider this quest of yours, even though, I must say, this is entirely your fucking fault. If you weren’t such a nasty, idiotic Argonian, you wouldn’t have created this problem that may end in someone’s death.”
Thrice-Bitten: “I know, I know… I was a fool… I said things I shouldn’t have, and now I’m paying the price… But please, don’t lecture me anymore, just… just help me…”
Uthgerd: “Shut up, Thrice-Bitten. Jon’s right, this is all your fault. But we’ll help you anyway. Because that’s what we do.”
Jon: “Uthgerd, when you act so heroically, I feel such a tingling in me… I’m like swooning at you.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, Jon, stop it. This is no time for your… romantic nonsense. We have a task to discuss, not to mention the fact that we’re in a public place.”
Jenassa: “Indeed, let’s focus on the task at hand. Thrice-Bitten, tell us more about the courier. What does he look like? When was he supposed to leave?”
Jon: “Thrice-Bitten, you better answer Jenassa here. As you see her, with her crimson eyes and full lips, she’s an assassin of real competence, so you better be careful, and measure your words.”
Thrice-Bitten: “Ah, yes, of course! I’ll be careful, I promise! The courier… he’s a middle-aged man, a bit on the heavier side, with a dark beard and wearing a leather tunic with the symbol of the Rift’s couriers on it. He was supposed to leave early this morning, heading towards Riften along the main road.”
Jenassa: “I see. And do you have any idea how many guards he might have with him?”
Ria: “Yeah, and what kind of cargo is he carrying besides the letter?”
Jon: “Thrice-Bitten, how come you said that the courier is on the heavier side, if he spends his life walking from place to place? Are you saying that walking constantly from place to place doesn’t make a man slim?”
Thrice-Bitten: “Ah, well, you see… I didn’t mean to imply that the courier is… unfit or anything. It’s just that… well, couriers often have a bit of a… privileged lifestyle, shall we say. They get to eat and drink well, and they don’t always have to walk as much as you’d think. Sometimes they get to ride horses or carriages, especially if they’re carrying important or valuable cargo.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! A privileged lifestyle, you say? I’ve never met a courier who didn’t look like they’d been run over by a horse.”
Jon: “If being a courier is such a privileged career, why didn’t you become one, Thrice-Bitten? In that case, after you wrote that cursed letter, you could have delivered it yourself. Along the way, when regret hit, you would have simply stopped the delivery, and nobody would have to murder you.”
Thrice-Bitten: “Ah, well… I… uh… You see, I’m not exactly… suited for that kind of work. I’m more of a… a… Oh, I don’t know, a scholar, I suppose. I like to think, not walk all day.”
Jenassa: “A scholar, huh? Well, maybe you should have thought twice before writing that letter, then.”
Jon: “A scholar?! An Argonian scholar?! I bet you can’t even read. Well, I suppose you can read and write if you wrote a letter, but anyway, my point is that you, Thrice-Bitten, failing to become a courier is the source of all your troubles.”
Thrice-Bitten: “Ah, yes, I can read and write, thank you very much! I may not be as… physically gifted as some others, but I have a mind, and I know how to use it! And, I suppose, in a way, you’re right. If I had become a courier, none of this would have happened. But, alas, fate has a way of playing tricks on us, doesn’t it?”

I took my warriors aside for a moment.

Jon: “Well, my beautiful team of murderous women, are we seriously going to follow the road to Riften in pursuit of a courier, to retrieve this bastard’s letter?”
Uthgerd: “I think we’ve come too far to turn back now, Jon. Besides, it’ll be a nice change of pace from the usual bandits and dragons. A little intrigue and espionage could be fun.”
Jenassa: “I agree with Uthgerd. It’s not every day we get to play at being spies. And who knows, maybe we’ll learn something new about the inner workings of the Rift.”
Jon: “Well, it seems I don’t need a house to be surrounded by children, because this is childish. Any mission that doesn’t involve disemboweling people is unworthy, as far as I’m concerned.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, come on, Jon. You’re not going to start with that again, are you? We can’t just go around killing people all the time. Sometimes a little subtlety is required.”
Jenassa: “Besides, Jon, this mission may not involve bloodshed, but it’s still a challenge. And who knows, maybe we’ll find some… opportunities for violence along the way.”
Jon: “Hey, Uthgerd, you understand it, don’t you? If I don’t manage to kill someone every few days, I start feeling this itch in me, you know… the itch to shed blood and destroy a life. You surely feel it as well, don’t you, Uthgerd?”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, I… I understand where you’re coming from, but no, I don’t feel that itch. I’m a warrior, not a murderer. I fight for honor, for my city, and for my people. I don’t crave bloodshed for its own sake. And I think you need to be careful with that itch of yours. It might consume you one day.”
Jon: “Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll find an ointment or something for it.”

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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, had a hard time adjusting over the death of his teammate Ange the Song-Bearer. Hid sturdy, hot-headed tank Uthgerd and him had sex. Because of my character’s antics, they nearly got thrown out of Dragonsreach. Plenty of boundaries were pushed.

Utgherd, Ria and I entered the Drunken Huntsman, local tavern and fletcher’s shop, looking for a Dunmer sellsword who requested too much money for her services.

Jon: “Oh, Jenassa, exactly the woman I wanted to see. If you remember our last conversation, I told you that the next time I came to see you, I would have something ready for you, right?”
Jenassa: “Ah, yes. I recall our conversation. You had something to discuss regarding my services, and you were not prepared to meet my price. I hope that has changed. And I see you’ve brought some… friends.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, Jon’s always been good at making friends. Especially the kind that can fight. Like Ria here, for example.”
Jon: “Yes, these two wonderful women, Uthgerd and Ria, so beautiful and rugged. I cannot begin to tell you how many positive comments I have to make about these two wonderful women. They are the light of my life, they are the wonders of my soul, and the people I think about when I close my eyes. Now, Jenassa, because we earned a lot of money through our adventures, I intend to give some of it to you so you can come with us and murder people for our sake.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, please, Jon. Spare us the poetry. We’re here to discuss business, not swoon over your romantic words.”
Jenassa: “Ah, how… touching. Your words are as smooth as a well-oiled blade, Jon. But let’s not waste time with flattery. You have the gold, I presume? And I must say, the prospect of murdering people for your sake does have a certain… appeal to it.”
Jon: “Dear Dunmer with crimson eyes, I present to you the five-hundred septims. You can count them if you want.”
Jenassa: “Ah, the sweet clink of gold. No need to count, Jon. I trust you’ve learned to count properly by now. Very well, I’m yours to command. For a time, at least.”
Uthgerd: “Now that the formalities are out of the way, let’s get down to business. What’s the plan, Jon? What do you have in store for us?”
Jon: “First of all, Jenassa, now that you are one of our members, I want to tell you that last night, when we, my beautiful team of adventurers, went out into the wilds, we delved into a bandit hideout. During a scuffle in a narrow corridor, one of our members, Ange the Song-Bearer, fucking died. She’s now rotting in the ground, buried in the cold dirt of that cave. I want to tell you, Jenassa, I want to ask of you: do not fucking die in the line of duty, because I cannot fucking take it. I cannot fucking take someone dying under my command. I don’t want to venture into a place and tell you to kill something or someone, only for you to die. So I’m paying this money, Jenassa, for you to keep living and murdering people. Is that understood?”
Jenassa: “I… see. Well, Jon, I must say that’s a rather… impassioned speech. I understand your sentiment, but I’m a sellsword, not a porcelain doll. Death is a risk of the job, and I’ve accepted that. Don’t waste your breath worrying about me, I can take care of myself.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, come on, Jon, don’t get sentimental on us now.”
Jon: “I cannot help but get sentimental. When I spend time with my teammates, I become fond of them, and if they die, I feel bad. I’m sorry for having a little heart inside my chest that cares a lot about the people who fight alongside me, a heart that will remain hurt possibly for the rest of my life when those people die.”
Ria: “Oh, Jon… We care about you too, and we know you care about us. That’s what makes us a team. But you can’t let your emotions cloud your judgment. We’re warriors, and death is a part of our lives.”
Uthgerd: “Besides, Jon, if you keep apologizing for having a heart, you’ll be apologizing for being human. And that’s just ridiculous.”
Jon: “Well, I suppose I have said my piece, Jenassa, you beautiful, exotic Dunmer with crimson-blood eyes, who surely is very capable of murdering people. I welcome you into our ranks at least for a time, so you can perform your murderous arts on our enemies.”
Jenassa: “Ah, Jon, you’re as dramatic as a Dark Elf opera. I’ll do my best to stay alive and slaughter your enemies for you. And please, spare me the flattery. I’m here to kill, not to be wooed.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! I think Jenassa can handle herself, Jon. Now, shall we get down to business and plan our next move?”
Jon: “Planning our next move… We have to gather our remaining teammate, named Alva, whom we abandoned in that cave. We have forgotten to bring her back to Whiterun.”
Ria: “Ah, Alva! I was worried about her. We did leave her behind, didn’t we? We should get back to her as soon as possible. It’s not safe for her to be alone out there.”
Uthgerd: “Forgotten? Ha! You mean you were too busy blubbering about Ange’s death to remember Alva. Let’s go get her before something happens to her too.”
Jon: “Hey, Uthgerd, I wasn’t just busy blubbering about Ange’s death to remember Alva, I was also busy having sex with you. Don’t forget about that part.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, for the love of… Jon, not in front of the others! What’s wrong with you? Can’t you keep your mouth shut for once?”
Jenassa: “Interesting. It seems I’ve joined a rather… complicated group.”

Before we left the Drunken Huntsman, I took Jenassa aside for a private chat.

Jon: “Hey, Jenassa, can we have a professional conversation?”
Jenassa: “Very well. I’m listening. You’re not here to waste my time with idle chatter, I presume? State your business, and let’s discuss the particulars.”
Jon: “I see you’re holding a spear and a dagger, is that it? So, are those the kinds of weapons that you prefer to use?”
Jenassa: “This old thing? It’s just a dagger, not a spear. I do have a fondness for daggers, though. And swords. Anything that allows me to get up close and personal with my enemies.”
Jon: “I suppose you would rather double-wield, so perhaps a dagger and a sword, a dagger and a spear sort of deal.”
Jenassa: “I do enjoy using a sword and dagger in tandem. There’s a certain beauty to it, don’t you think? The sword for the main assault, and the dagger for the quick, precise finishes. It’s a lovely combo, one that’s served me well over the years.”
Jon: “Speaking of loveliness, I have to say, Jenassa, by the Eight Divines, your thighs are so toned and perfectly thick, and that ass of yours so prominent in just the right way. That is one perfect lower-half area. I’ll have a hard time not staring at you while we’re out there adventuring.”
Jenassa: “Watch your tongue, friend. I’m a warrior, not some tavern wench for you to ogle. My body is honed for battle, not for your viewing pleasure. If you can’t treat me with respect, then perhaps we shouldn’t be having this conversation.”
Jon: “I do respect you, that is why I’m ogling you… Nevermind, let’s stop. I get the feeling that I cannot bring up your physical features with you, because you will murder me.”
Jenassa: “You’re right, I’m not one for idle chatter or… distractions. And yes, I would advise against pushing me further down this path. My patience wears thin, and my blade is always sharp. Let’s focus on the task at hand, shall we?”

That night, we brought Alva back to Whiterun’s sole inn, the Bannered Mare. It was time for presentations and a revelation.

Jon: “Oh Alva, now that the five of us are back home, I have to… clarify a couple of things. As you can tell, we have hired a new member for our team, one who required a fee for her services, and who is going to replace our unfortunately deceased companion Ange. The new member of our team is this beautiful Dunmer with crimson eyes. She’s called Jenassa. Please, Jenassa, say hello.”
Jenassa: “I’m a sellsword, and I’ve been hired to provide my services to this group.”
Jon: “Jenassa is competent, and we need more competent people on our side, so I guess that’s something to be happy about.”
Alva: “Indeed, competent allies are always welcome, Jon. And I must say, Jenassa’s… straightforward nature is quite refreshing.”
Jenassa: “I’m glad you find me refreshing. I’m here to do a job, not to make friends or indulge in pointless chatter.”
Ria: “Oh, I think we can manage a bit of friendly conversation, don’t you, Jenassa? We’re all in this together, after all.”
Jon: “Well, with that out of the way, I have to share a momentous development with you all.”
Uthgerd: “What is it, Jon? Can’t you see we’re all tired from our journey? Spit it out, already.”
Alva: “Yes, Jon, please, do tell. You’re starting to worry me with all this build-up.”
Jenassa: “I’m sure it’s something absolutely fascinating. Do go on, Jon.”
Ria: “Oh, come on, Jenassa, give him a chance.”
Jon: “Very well. The night Ange died, after we returned to the Mare, I got myself piss-drunk. Distraught, I approached my beautiful companion Uthgerd for some company of the carnal variety. She and I ended up heading to one of the upstairs bed, where we enjoyed a wonderful session of romantic interactions of the naked and sweaty variety, if you know what I mean. I must say, it was wonderful.”
Uthgerd: “Jon, what in the name of Ysmir…?! You think that’s something to share with the whole group?! Our private business is none of their concern!”
Alva: “Oh, Jon, really… That’s not exactly something we needed to know.”
Jenassa: “How… fascinating. I’m sure we’re all thrilled to hear it.”
Jon: “Listen, I don’t want tension to linger in the air. Alva, you’re my beautiful night queen, night princess, and I share my love freely with you. You’re always welcome, as you know, to bite my carotid artery and drink my sweet blood. On the other side, I have Uthgerd the Unbroken, who pinned me down in bed, all sweaty, as we made love. I shall welcome Uthgerd’s affections as well. I hope we will remain a beautiful, happy family of warriors.”
Uthgerd: “Jon, stop. Just stop. You’re making a fool of yourself. This isn’t some twisted game where you get to flaunt your relationships with us like trophies.”
Alva: “Oh, Jon, I think you’ve said enough. We get it. You’re… enthusiastic about your relationships.”
Jenassa: “How quaint. A little polyamorous family of warriors.”
Jon: “I wasn’t flaunting, I was just expressing that I am completely capable of dearly loving more than one person. I dearly love Alva, and I’m growing in that direction with Uthgerd, even though right now she looks like she wants to destroy my face with one of her mighty punches. I’m sorry to have made you feel this way, Uthgerd, but I assure you, the feeling is temporary.”
Uthgerd: “Temporary?! You think my anger is temporary?! You’re lucky I don’t knock you off your feet right now. You’re embarrassing me in front of our companions, and you’re making a mockery of our… whatever it is we have.”
Alva: “Uthgerd, please, don’t be too hard on him.”
Jon: “Thank you for defending me, Alva. I assure you, Uthgerd the Unbroken, that I hold you in the highest esteem, as well as I hold in such esteem all the beautiful moments we have shared together. Maybe I’m not entirely capable of expressing my emotions properly in a verbal manner, but I assure you that whenever you want, I shall prove my affections to you with my arms, my face, my feet, with all my body if you want.”
Uthgerd: “Stop. Just stop. You’re making it worse. I don’t want your empty words or your… overly enthusiastic declarations of love. What I want is for you to show some respect. Respect for me, respect for our companions, and respect for the relationships you’re supposed to be cherishing.”
Jenassa: “Oh, this is becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Can we please just focus on our mission?”
Ria: “Yeah, let’s just… uh… talk about something else, shall we?”
Jon: “Well, let me put it in words, as well as my deteriorating mind allows me to do so: Uthgerd the Unbroken, I respect you from the bottom of my heart. I think you are a wonderful warrior, a sturdy woman, a force of nature who is capable of destroying anyone, of vanquishing any evil. I hope to see you for the rest of my life, and I hope you enjoy a long life wherever your adventures lead you, even though I hope that your adventures and mine lead in the same direction.”
Uthgerd: “Fine, Jon. I… appreciate your words. Just try to be more mindful of your actions and words in the future, okay?”
Alva: “Well, I think that’s enough emotional turmoil for one night, don’t you, everyone?”
Jenassa: “Indeed. Can we please just get some rest now? We have a long day ahead of us.”

Later that night, in the quiet of a shared bedroom…

Jon: “Hey Alva, can we have a chat for a moment, dear?”
Alva: “I’d love to. What’s on your mind, dear? You can tell me anything.”
Jon: “Well, you know, the issue is… that night you stayed at the cave where Ange died because you couldn’t leave during daylight, that was the same night I got hammered and I propositioned Uthgerd for sex. I get the feeling that perhaps I should have consulted you beforehand, or approached you with the notion that such a thing could happen.”
Alva: “I must admit, I’m a bit surprised you didn’t think to mention this little escapade to me sooner. But I suppose that’s part of your charm, isn’t it?”
Jon: “I suppose that Uthgerd is willing to have further intimate relations with me. It showed in her eyes while we were doing it; she was really enthusiastic. Do you think that perhaps I could bring up to her the possibility of you being involved in our private ventures?”
Alva: “I must admit, the idea of being involved in a little ménage à trois with you and Uthgerd does have a certain… appeal. But, darling, we should tread carefully here.”
Jon: “Carefully? What do you think could be the dangers?”
Alva: “Uthgerd’s a strong-willed woman, and we shouldn’t assume that she’d be interested in such an arrangement without having a proper conversation with her about it first.”
Jon: “Very well, one of those times I’m intimate with Uthgerd, I will bring up that it would be wonderful to add you, my lovely night bride, to our intimate wrestling sessions. Just imagine it: I’m making love to you while Uthgerd caresses your pale body, or shoves her tongue in your mouth. Don’t you think that is appealing?”
Alva: “I must admit, the thought of having Uthgerd’s strong, capable hands caressing me while you and I are… otherwise engaged does send a shiver down my spine.”
Jon: “Hell yeah. I will work towards getting Uthgerd in the mood for a little three-sided action.”
Alva: “I shall wait with delicious anticipation.”

New day, new adventure. I gathered my allies that can walk in daylight.

Jon: “Hey, my two maidens of battle, as well as my sellsword. When sunrise come up, we’re going to scout the road to Solitude. Proventus Avenicci, the jarl’s steward, mentioned that bandits are raiding and in general causing problems along that road, so we should probably find the source of these bandits and obliterate them.”
Ria: “Ah, finally some action! I’ve been itching for a fight, and taking down those bandits sounds like just the thing to get our blood pumping. What’s the plan, Jon? Are we going to split up and scout ahead, or stick together and march down the road?”
Uthgerd: “I agree with Ria, this sounds like a worthy task. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We should make sure we’re prepared for whatever we might face. Do we have enough provisions and gear for the journey?”
Jon: “We are not going to journey very far, but I will buy some provisions with the money we earned recently. Mainly, we’re going to follow the road heading to Solitude, so west or northwest. If we spot places that could be dodgy, that resemble bandit camps, we’re going to scout them. If they seem too dangerous for us right now, we may raid it at night along with Alva, in the hopes of catching them unawares.”
Jenassa: “Night raids can be effective, but we should also consider the risks. If we’re not familiar with the terrain, we could end up walking into a trap. And what about Alva? Are you sure she’s ready for a night raid? She’s a vampire, after all. Her… abilities might be useful, but we can’t rely solely on her.”
Uthgerd: “I agree with Jenassa. We should gather as much information as possible before attempting a night raid.”
Jon: “Jenassa, Alva is going to be alright. She can turn invisible at will for a short while, pounce on people and rip their throats out, that sort of thing. She will be a boon to us, but certainly we must prepare the terrain beforehand, scout it properly: ensure that we locate the bandit camp and determine its weak spots.”
Ria: “That sounds like a solid plan, Jon. With Alva’s… unique abilities, we can gather intel and catch the bandits off guard. But we should also be prepared for any unexpected surprises. What if the bandits have set up traps or have some other tricks up their sleeves? We should be ready for anything.”

Later that morning, we headed down the road that leads west through the plains.

Jon: “Nothing but rain recently. Downpour after downpour.”
Jenassa: “We should be on our guard. Who knows what’s lurking in the darkness?”

We spotted a wagon stranded on the side of the road. A Khajiit lay dead nearby. Beside the wagon, a robed Orc man stood around nervously.

Jon: “Careful. Just ahead, that’s an Orc next to a damaged wagon. Hey, Uthgerd, do you remember what we read in a journal, back at that smuggler’s den we cleared out? That they had sold a staff to an orc and they had prepared an ambush to retrieve it?”
Uthgerd: “Ah, now that you mention it, I think I do recall that. And look, there’s our Orc friend, right next to a suspicious-looking wagon. This could be the ambush we read about.”
Jenassa: “I’ll take point and scout ahead. See if I can gather any more information about the situation.”

Ria: “Meanwhile, let’s get into position and be ready for a fight.”
Jon: “Wait, you lot. Should we try to talk to the Orc first?”
Uthgerd: “Talk to an Orc? Ha! They’re not exactly known for their love of conversation, Jon. I say we prepare for a fight.”
Jenassa: “It might not be a bad idea to try and gather more information from him first, and learn more about what’s going on.”
Ria: “I agree with Jenassa. It’s always better to have more information before charging into battle.”

I approached the Orc calmly, hand raised in greeting, and the prick nearly shot an icicle through my face. A nasty fight ensued that involved my maidens of battle rushing at him while he retreated, and me shooting elemental bombs at him from across the road. In the end, he lay dead, and we didn’t.

Jon: “By the Divines, that was one nasty fucker. We were lucky we didn’t get our faces pierced by one of his icicles.”
Jenassa: “Indeed, a nasty surprise. His magic caught me off guard. I’ll make sure to keep a closer eye on our surroundings.”
Ria: “I’m just glad we were able to take him down quickly. That ice spell could have been a real problem if he had time to cast it again.”
Jenassa: “Next time, let’s not give them the chance to cast anything.”
Jon: “I think I have found the staff that the journal mentioned. Its enchantment does forty-six points of shock damage to health and magicka, then leaps to a new target. This is extremely powerful. I don’t know who’s going to wield it other than myself, though.”
Jenassa: “That lightning enchantment is indeed powerful. But don’t think you’re the only one who can wield it effectively. I have skills in one-handed and could put it to good use.”
Ria: “Great, just what we need. More arguments over who gets the best loot.”
Jenassa: “This is no laughing matter, Ria. This enchantment could give us the edge we need in battle.”
Ria: “I wasn’t laughing, Jenassa. I was just pointing out that we always seem to be fighting over who gets the best gear.”
Jon: “Actually, Jenassa, I wasn’t too happy about wielding it myself, because I want my hands free to rely on my actual spells. So, if you want it, Jenassa, I shall give to you the aforementioned staff. I just hope you know how to handle it properly.”
Jenassa: “Ah, I see. Well, in that case, I accept your offer. I’ll take the Staff of Chain Lightning and that Iron Dagger of Static. I can put them to good use, I assure you.”
Ria: “Nice. Now that we have the gear sorted out, let’s take a look at that smuggler’s ledger. See if we can learn anything about what’s been going on around here.”
Jon: “Well, listen to this, regarding the delivery of this staff of lightning: ‘just gold and gems for now. It was tough, sneaking in some of the items in the list, but the zombie lovers were happy with the whole. They say they are trying to open a portal to something called the Soul Cairn. If there’s loot to be had inside, it might be a good idea to line up some buyers.’ That’s the extent of the note. What does it mean?”
Jenassa: “The Soul Cairn? That’s a place of dark legend. It’s said to be a realm of the undead, where the souls of the damned reside.”
Ria: “And what’s this about zombie lovers? Are we talking about necromancers or something?”
Jenassa: “It’s possible. If they’re trying to open a portal to the Soul Cairn, they’re likely seeking to harness the power of the undead for their own gain.”
Ria: “That’s not good. We should try to stop them, or at least gather more information about their plans.”

For now, though, we were tasked with defeating bandits along the road to Solitude. Even through the curtain of rain, we didn’t need to be geniuses to spot the bandit camp: it was a whole goddamn fort with bandit archers patrolling the perimeter. We hid behind some rocks, lest they spotted us.

Jon: “My allies, be careful. I don’t know if you can hear me properly over the thunder and rainfall, but the fort up ahead is occupied by bandits. What the hell do we do?”
Ria: “I can hear you, Jon, but just barely. This rain is making it hard to see and hear anything. I don’t like it; it’s perfect ambush weather.”
Jenassa: “I agree with Ria, Jon. This weather is treacherous. We should be careful not to get caught off guard.”
Jon: “Hey, Jenassa, you are an experienced assassin. Do you think such terrible weather could play in our favor if we sneak into this castle of bandits?”
Jenassa: “Actually, Jon, I think this weather could work in our favor. The bandits will be huddled together, trying to stay dry, and their visibility will be limited. It’s the perfect opportunity for a stealthy approach.”
Ria: “But we still need to be careful, Jenassa. We don’t know how many bandits are inside or what kind of traps they may have set up.”
Jon: “Maybe I should take advantage of the background noise to pick off the archers patrolling the walls.”
Jenassa: “I think that’s a good idea, Jon. Taking out the archer will give us a clear path to the entrance. And with the rain, the sound of your bow will be muffled. But make sure you’re quick and quiet about it; we don’t want to alert the others.”
Ria: “Yeah, and I’ll get into position to cover you, Jon. If something goes wrong, I’ll be ready to take out anyone who comes after you.”

In case you’re wondering, Uthgerd didn’t take part in this strategy meeting because I forgot to add her to the conversation. Whoops. Anyway, a sneaky arrow took out half of that archer’s health. By the time I was lining up the second shot, though, I saw lots of bandits pouring out of the fort’s entrance. We hightailed out of there; that was a battle we couldn’t win.

Jon: “Did you see how many bandits were searching for us? By suggesting we should take care of this fort, Proventus Avenicci set us off on a suicide mission.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, you think the man was trying to get rid of us, eh? I wouldn’t put it past him. But we’re not ones to back down from a fight, are we?”
Ria: “I don’t know, Uthgerd. That was a lot of bandits. Maybe we should reconsider our approach. We can’t take on an entire fort by ourselves.”
Uthgerd: “Reconsider? Ha! We’re warriors, not politicians. We don’t back down from a challenge.”
Jon: “I do love you, Uthgerd, but what you’re suggesting is suicide. We have to think a little bit more carefully.”
Uthgerd: “Love? Ha! Don’t try to sweet-talk me, Jon. I know what I’m getting myself into. But fine, have it your way. We’ll play it cautious… for now.”
Jenassa: “I agree with Jon. We should gather more information before deciding on a course of action. Perhaps there’s a way to infiltrate the fort or catch the bandits off guard.”
Jon: “I must say, Jenassa, I appreciate the input of a seasoned assassin.”
Jenassa: “Seasoned, perhaps. But experienced enough to know that jumping headfirst into a fight without a plan is a sure way to get yourself killed. I’d rather live to fight another day.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, come on, Jenassa. Don’t be so glum. We’ve got steel and wit on our side. What more do we need?”
Jon: “We’ve got steel at least.”
Ria: “Oh, speak for yourself, Jon. I think we’ve managed just fine so far.”

We had gotten lost on the way back to Whiterun. On a sloped road, we came across a recently deceased cow, and I decided to loot some raw meat out of it.

Uthgerd: “We’ve got more important things to worry about than just wit. Like what you plan to do with that raw beef, Jon. You’re not thinking of eating it raw, are you?”
Jon: “I know that would be a terrible idea, because I’ve done it before. I ate raw meat and got food poisoning. Some serious diarrhea. Ask Alva about that time; we had taken shelter in a mine, and it ended up stinking. We had to leave.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, you never cease to amaze me. Only you would eat raw beef and then be surprised when you get food poisoning.”
Ria: “Oh, that’s disgusting. I can only imagine how bad the smell must have been.”
Jenassa: “Well, let’s just hope we can find a proper place to cook our food from now on.”
Jon: “Actually, it isn’t that hard. We simply have to find a fire and cook the meat. Fire rids meat of parasites, disease, and all that stuff. Back then, we did find a fire, but I didn’t have any seasoning on me, and I can’t cook meat without seasoning, so raw meat it was.”
Uthgerd: “Seasoning? You’re telling me you ate raw beef because you couldn’t find seasoning? Jon, Jon, Jon… sometimes I wonder how you’ve survived this long.”
Jenassa: “Enough about your culinary disasters, Jon. What’s with the wolf pelt?”

I couldn’t help but loot every animal we either found or killed along the way to nowhere in particular, following a path up the mountain.

Jon: “I’ll sell this crap to Belethor once we get back to Whiterun.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Belethor. That old miser will try to rip you off, mark my words. Make sure you get a fair price for that pelt.”
Ria: “Yeah, and don’t let him talk you into buying anything from him. He’s always trying to unload his junk on unsuspecting travelers.”
Jon: “Can’t blame Belethor for that. I’m also always trying to unload my junk on unsuspecting travelers.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, you’re such a charmer. I’m sure the ladies just love it when you try to pawn off your unwanted goods on them.”
Ria: “Uthgerd, stop teasing him. We’ve got more important things to worry about than Jon’s… entrepreneurial spirit.”
Jenassa: “Indeed. Like what our next move is going to be. We can’t just stand around all day picking berries and swapping stories.”

As if on cue, a view opened to the majestic sight of an ancient temple, now a complex of ruins called Bleak Falls Barrow. Well known haunted location that most locals avoided.

Jon: “Well, what we have in front of us is an amazing ancient structure. And I spot bandits crawling over it. Seems like they’ve taken over this heritage site as well. Now I wonder, my teammates… are you in for a bandit raid that also involves delving into ancient ruins?”
Uthgerd: “Ah, now that’s what I’m talking about. Bandits and ancient ruins? Count me in. I’m always up for a good fight and some treasure hunting.”
Ria: “I’m in too. I’ve heard that Bleak Falls Barrow has some great loot inside. And I’m not just talking about gold and gems. I’m talking about ancient artifacts and relics.”
Jon: “Oh, that is beautiful. My beautiful maidens of battle, let’s go ahead and murder some bandits.”
Uthgerd: “Ugh, Jon, stop with the theatrics and let’s get moving. We’ve got bandits to kill and treasure to find.”
Ria: “And try to stay focused, Jon. We don’t want you getting distracted and getting us all killed.”
Jenassa: “Indeed. Let’s move stealthily and take out the bandits one by one. We don’t know what kind of numbers we’re up against, and I’d rather not find out the hard way.”

We hid behind a broken pillar that offered a good view of the main stairway leading to the raised platform, as well as of the couple of bandits, one of them a mage, that were standing near the edge.

Jon: “Okay, I’m going to drop the first one with my crossbow. Be ready in case they come down the stairs.”
Uthgerd: “Got it. I’ll take point and meet them at the stairs. Jenassa, you’re with me. Ria, you’re our rear guard.”
Jenassa: “I’ll take out any stragglers that try to flank us.”
Ria: “I’ll watch our backs. Let’s do this.”

A headshot took the bandit mage out. Seconds later, a big guy wearing heavy armor and wielding a warhammer shouted the whole way down the stairs. My companions and I worked like a well-oiled machine this time; Uthgerd and Jenassa kept the heavy-hitters so busy that even as I ran out of magicka, I could get into melee range with a couple of archers, who fell to my blade.

Jon: “Fantastic teamwork, my ladies.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! Those bandits didn’t stand a chance against us! Well done, everyone!”
Ria: “Nice work, Jon. Your… creative use of magic was quite effective.”
Jenassa: “Indeed. Though perhaps next time, you could try to conserve your magicka a bit more. We don’t want you exhausting yourself in the middle of a fight.”
Jon: “You’re right about that, Jenassa. I wished I had bought extra magicka potions, because I’ve run out of juice twice during the fight. But you know, live and learn.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, live and learn indeed. Next time, maybe we can scavenge for some potions before heading into a fight.”
Jenassa: “We should always try to be prepared. And Jon, maybe you can work on your magicka management too.”
Ria: “Yeah, and maybe we can take turns buying potions and supplies. We don’t want to be stuck in a tight spot again.”

We took our time looting the corpses.

Jon: “Oh, look at this! This bandit warrior had a Conjure Skeleton spell tome. Now I’ll be able to conjure skeletons. Look forward to it.”
Uthgerd: “That’s a nice addition to our arsenal. Though I’m not sure I’d want to rely on undead minions to do our fighting for us.”
Jenassa: “We could use them to distract enemies or hold off a flank while we attack from another angle.”
Ria: “Yeah, and it’s always good to have more options.”
Jon: “Check out this unfortunate bandit. His guts are out. Which one of you opened him up like that?”
Uthgerd: “Ha! I think I might have had something to do with that. I got a bit… enthusiastic with my sword.”
Jenassa: “More like you tore through him like a wolf on a hunt.”
Ria: “Yeah, Uthgerd, you really didn’t hold back, did you?”
Jon: “I do not want Uthgerd holding back. I only regret having missed it.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, you’re such a charmer. Always wanting to see me in action, aren’t you?”
Jenassa: “Actually, I think he’s just glad to have you on our side, Uthgerd. You’re a formidable warrior.”

The enormous doors of the ancient temple loomed before us.

Jon: “This is it, then. Our next adventure: clearing out Bleak Falls Barrow.”
Uthgerd: “Let’s get moving then. I’m eager to see what’s inside this ancient Nord ruin.”
Jenassa: “Indeed. I’ve heard rumors of a powerful Dragonstone within. That would be a valuable prize.”
Ria: “Yeah, and who knows what other treasures we might find? Let’s get ready to face whatever dangers lie within.”

It must have taken me about an hour and a half or two hours of real-life time to explore and fight through the complex of ruins. I had the party banter on the whole way through, and at times, I forgot I wasn’t talking to actual human beings. We faced skeletons, lots of draugr, a huge spider, cave rats.

I made my companions wait behind while I sprinted through a trap made of swinging blades, to reach the other side and pull the lever that stopped it. Despite my teammates’ pleads for me not to act rashly, because if I died they may not even be able to retrieve my corpse, I did it again with the second identical trap. We retrieved a golden claw and used it to figure out the puzzle of an ancient door.

Before an obvious boss fight, set in front of a wall scrawled in dragon tongue, I got my companions to declare their last wishes. Jenassa hoped that we would bring her corpse back to her remaining family in the Rift, where she’d be buried according to Dunmer rites. Utgherd wished that we’d give her greatsword to Ria. Ria couldn’t think of anything specific.

During the fight against a draugr overlord, there was a moment in which Ria sank to her knees and the draugr charged towards her, about to hack at her with his huge sword, only for me to finish him off with a lucky shot of Sparks. As we shared the loot, we joked around. Uthgerd and Ria laughed about how silly I looked with a magical circlet that boosted my experience gained.

After we exited the complex of ruins through its backside, and while we tried to get our bearings in the dark, somehow Jenassa opened up about her desired qualities in a man, and added that if she lived through her years as a sellsword, she’d like to become a grandmother. I told her that if I happened to survive that long as well, I’d track her down and bring lavish gifts to her grandchildren. She laughed it off at first, then said that she considered it a promise.

Why did I tell all this instead of showing it? Because I had the party banter on for so long that the AI system in charge of these conversations failed to save the transcription to file when it ended. I can only blame myself for that. Anyway, the whole run was a fever dream, and one of my favorite gaming experiences ever.

Jon: “Where the hell are we? Does any of you have any clue?”
Uthgerd: “We’re near Bleak Falls Barrow.”
Jon: “Very useful. Oh, here’s a sign. Closest town seems to be Falkreath.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Falkreath! I know this place. It’s a small village with a few shops and an inn. We should be able to find some rest and a hot meal here.”
Jenassa: “Indeed, let’s go to the inn and see if they have any rooms available. I could use a good night’s sleep.”
Ria: “Yeah, and maybe we can gather some information about the area while we’re here.”

When we reached the town and entered the local inn, I felt like we had just returned from another world.

Jon: “Isn’t it just blissful to enter a community after having blazed through a labyrinthine complex of ruins?”
Uthgerd: “Ah, indeed it is, Jon. There’s nothing like coming back to civilization after a long adventure. A warm fire, a soft bed, and a decent meal are just what we need after all we’ve been through.”
Jenassa: “Indeed, it’s a welcome change from the dangers and uncertainties of the ancient ruin. Let’s savor the peace and quiet while we can.”
Jon: “Well, Uthgerd, I’m going to talk to the innkeeper here and rent some rooms. For you and I, I’m getting a double bed.”
Valga Vinicia: “Welcome to Dead Man’s Drink! What can I get for you travelers? You look like you’ve been through quite an adventure.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, I think you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself there. I don’t recall agreeing to share a bed with you.”
Jenassa: “Oh, this should be interesting. Do tell, Jon.”
Jon: “Well, after such an adventure, and numerous near-death experiences, I intended to end the day on a high note. But if you’re so opposed to it, I guess I’ll get myself a single bed.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, you’re as subtle as a sledgehammer. But, I’ll admit, I’ve grown… fond of you. And after all we’ve been through together, perhaps a bit of intimate comfort is in order.”
Valga Vinicia: “Ah, well, in that case, I’ll just show you to the double room, shall I? It’s one of our finest rooms, with a lovely view of the surrounding countryside.”

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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, led his band of adventurers to fulfill a contract near Whiterun: clear out a den of monsters. That den turned out to consist solely of a saber cat, that promptly died. As the band headed back through a downpour, they decided to take shelter in a hideout. It belonged to a bunch of bandits. During a scuffle in a narrow corridor, Ange the Song-Bearer died. The remaining warriors buried her in the cold dirt of the cave.

As I trudged through the downpour toward Whiterun, I finally opened my mouth to seek advice.

Jon: “Uthgerd, Ria, I want to have a serious conversation with you two experienced warriors, if you don’t mind.”
Uthgerd: “Well, I suppose I can spare a moment. But make it quick, I’m starving, and want to reach the Mare as soon as possible.”
Ria: “You look like you’ve got something weighing heavily on your mind.”
Jon: “Well, my question is simple, simple, simple… How does a person get over the death of a teammate?”
Uthgerd: “Ha! You think that’s a simple question? Losing someone, anyone, is never simple.”
Ria: “Yeah, it’s not easy. I’ve seen friends fall in battle, and it’s… it’s a pain that stays with you. But I guess we all find ways to cope. For me, it’s about honoring their memory, making sure they didn’t die for nothing.”
Jon: “I keep feeling like I’m in a bad dream, that I’m suddenly going to wake up and Ange is going to be there, singing one of her lively songs with her beautiful voice and that smile that made everything less somber. You know what I mean?”
Uthgerd: “Aye, I do. It’s like the weight of reality hasn’t quite sunk in yet. But it will, Jon. It will. And when it does, it’s going to hurt. But you can’t let it consume you. Ange may be gone, but we’re still here, and we need to keep moving forward.”

Once we entered the safety of Whiterun’s walls, the main street opened up before us.

Ria: “I remember her smile, too. It could light up a room, couldn’t it? And her songs… she had this way of making you feel like everything was going to be okay.”
Jon: “Yeah, and now she’s gone. She’s a corpse that has started to rot, buried in the cold ground of a cave.”
Uthgerd: “That’s the harsh truth of it, Jon. War, battle, it’s not all glory and honor. It’s death, and decay, and loss. But we can’t let it break us. We have to keep pushing forward, for ourselves, for Ange’s memory, and for the people who are still counting on us.”
Ria: “I know it’s hard to think about, but… we did give her a proper burial, Jon.”

Inside what would have otherwise been the cozy atmosphere of the Bannered Mare, I turned toward my companions and placed my hands on their shoulders.

Jon: “Well, thank you, the two of you, Uthgerd and Ria, for fighting alongside me.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, save the sentiment for later, Jon. We’re not done yet. We’ve still got work to do, and I’m not just talking about collecting that reward from Proventus.”
Ria: “Yeah, besides, we’re a team, right? We look out for each other. That’s what comrades do.”

Once Uthgerd and Ria went away to focus on their own stuff, I desperately needed to get drunk. I sat at the bar right beside the old man who may as well have become glued to his stool, and signaled the innkeeper, Hulda, for a drink.

Jon: “Hulda, by the Eight Divines, serve me the strongest alcohol you have.”
Hulda: “Alright, I’ve got just the thing for you. It’s a Black-Briar Mead, not for the faint of heart. It’ll put hair on your chest, or in your case, maybe just make you think you’ve got some.”

I downed half of the mug at once.

Jon: “Do you want to know why I must drink, Hulda? Is that information you’re willing to know, or that I could share freely with you?”
Hulda: “You’re a bold one. As for why you’re drinking, I’m not one to pry, but I’ve got ears that’ll listen. If you want to share, I’ll pour myself a cup and join you.”
Jon: “Hulda, me and my teammates from this adventurer’s band that we started, we went to clear out a den of monsters. It turned out to be a single saber cat. As we were returning home, we came across a bandit hideout. We fought our way to its depths. There was a scuffle in a narrow corridor, and one of my teammates, named Ange…”
Hulda: “You’re telling me one of your companions, Ange, met a bad end, and now you’re drinking to… what, forget the pain? Or just dull the memory?”
Jon: “I’m drinking because I hate myself. I was the one who chose to stay there, to take shelter in that place from this fucking storm that is still going. And if I hadn’t chosen to take shelter there, Ange would still be alive.”
Hulda: “I see… You’re drinking to drown the guilt, and the what-ifs. Can’t say I blame you, lad. We’ve all got our share of regrets and doubts. But drinking won’t bring Ange back, just make the pain a mite more bearable for a night or two.”
Jon: “Hulda, you middle-aged but still lovely lass, please prepare me a bath and push my head underwater until I drown.”
Hulda: “I will not do that. You need to go find one of your companions.”

I suppose that at some point I did just that, because before I knew it I had stopped before Uthgerd, who was seated on a corner of the inn enjoying a drink.

Jon: “Oh, Uthgerd, you’re already beautiful most of the time, but now that I’m utterly hammered, you’re so gorgeous, I swear I could rip apart your clothes and lick every inch of your body.”
Uthgerd: “Thinking a few mugs of mead will get you past my defenses? I’ve seen more subtle attempts at seduction from the men of Whiterun. But I’ll give you credit, you’re at least bold about it.”
Jon: “Wouldn’t you say that the best way of getting over a teammate’s death is to celebrate the flesh, to celebrate that we are still alive? And the best way of doing that is by engaging in carnal delights.”
Uthgerd: “Losing a comrade’s never easy, but you can’t let the darkness consume you. Indulging in life’s pleasures… that’s a Nord’s way of honoring the dead, if you ask me.”
Jon: “That’s right, Uthgerd. So please join me in the battlefield of love. Let’s engage in some private wrestling of our own. I beg you, Uthgerd. Please do this for me.”
Uthgerd: “I’m not some tavern wench, easily won over by a charming smile and a few mugs of mead. But… I’ll admit, the idea of a private wrestling match does have its appeal right now. Don’t expect any quarter, though.”

Uthgerd stood up and stared into my eyes. A shiver ran through me.

Jon: “My goodness, you’re actually agreeing to a wrestling match in bed, you and I naked and sweaty and grunting. How long has it been since you’ve been intimate with someone?”
Uthgerd: “I suppose it’s been a while since I’ve had a worthy… opponent. But don’t think for a moment that I’m some tender flower, easily won over by your words.”
Jon: “Uthgerd, my dear motherly person, I do not intend to win you over by my words, but by the deeds of my body. I intend to have you in my arms, naked, in one of the upstairs bed, as soon as possible. Are you coming with me?”
Uthgerd: “I like that. Fine, let’s see if your deeds match your words. But don’t say I didn’t warn you… I’m not one to be trifled with, in or out of bed. Lead on, then.”
Jon: “Let’s do this, Uthgerd! Let’s drown the pains of this world with the fire of our flesh.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! Let’s see if you can keep up with a Nord woman.”

Once I locked the door behind me, I stood on my toes to shove my tongue into Uthgerd’s mouth.

Jon: “Oh, that’s it, the taste of a Nord woman. Unbeatable.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, shut it, elf. No need for poetry. Just show me what you’re made of.”
Jon: “My goodness, Uthgerd, your body is so firm, so scarred.”
Uthgerd: “I didn’t come here for compliments.”
Jon: “What were you looking for when you followed me to this room, Uthgerd? What do you want now, as you stand in the arms of a strong man who’s fondling your sexy assets?”
Uthgerd: “Enough of the flattery. I’m here for one thing, and that’s to see if you can back up your claims. Are you going to hold up your end of this, or just waste my time with words?”

As soon as I pulled down my underwear, Uthgerd pushed me down onto the bed.

About an hour later, we sat at the table that overlooked the inn’s hearth down below, and it took me a while to gather my thoughts.

Jon: “I must say, Uthgerd, that was…”
Uthgerd: “I think you’ve finally learned that a Nord woman can give as good as she gets, in more ways than one. Don’t get too cocky, though. I’m still the one with the sword and the skills to take you down.”
Jon: “Uthgerd, under you, I felt like a damsel at the mercy of a monster.”
Uthgerd: “You’re not as fragile as a damsel, though. You can take a beating, and I like that about you. But I must admit, having you under me, at my mercy… it’s a nice change of pace.”
Jon: “Oh, you don’t have to clarify how much you enjoyed it. I can still see you in my mind, those eyes of yours glimmering, that sweaty body, your arms tense and bulging as you grinned at me, pinned helplessly under you.”
Uthgerd: “I was wondering if you’d recall the way I looked, the way I felt on top of you. It seems I made quite an impression. I must say, having you helpless beneath me, your body trembling with anticipation… it was exhilarating.”
Jon: “Well, I must say, Uthgerd… Let’s repeat this whole deal soon.”
Uthgerd: “You’re not one to back down from a challenge, and I admire that. Next time, let’s see if you can handle yourself a bit better, hmm? Maybe you’ll even manage to pin me down. But I doubt it.”
Jon: “No way that will happen. I fully expect you to pin me down again. That is your role in this relationship, I think, and I’m fine with it.”
Uthgerd: “I can already imagine the next time, feeling your body tremble beneath mine as I take charge.”
Jon: “Well, you didn’t allow me to pull out, so let’s hope that you don’t find yourself realizing you’re pregnant while you’re fighting through a horde of bandits.”
Uthgerd: “I suppose it’s a risk I’m willing to take. After all, a true Nord warrior doesn’t let a little thing like pregnancy get in the way of battle.”
Jon: “I see how the future is going to be. Perhaps I’ll end up delivering our baby in the middle of a battle against monsters. That should be interesting.”
Uthgerd: “You, delivering my baby in the heat of battle. Swords clashing, arrows flying, and you, trying to catch a baby while I’m screaming orders at you to keep fighting. Ah, the life of a warrior is never dull, is it?”

My mind was reeling while we joined Ria at the market, and still reeled while we headed to the jarl’s place: Dragonsreach. We had earned our reward, and it was time to collect.

Jon: “Well, here we are. Dragonsreach, the place from where the jarl of Whiterun rules. I hope he can offer us some good contracts to grow our band of adventurers.”
Uthgerd: “Finally, a chance to get some real work done. I’m tired of taking on petty jobs from the locals. Let’s see what the jarl has to offer.”
Ria: “I’ve heard great things about the jarl. I’m excited to see what kind of opportunities we can find here.”

I didn’t dare to approach the jarl himself: his bodyguard, a Dunmer woman, glared at me menacingly. Instead, I turned toward a bald, middle-aged man who was surely the jarl’s steward.

Jon: “Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Jon, the leader of a local band of adventurers composed of my two companions that you see here, right beside me, as well as someone who isn’t present at the moment. You know that job posted on the missive board, regarding a monster den that needed to be cleared out? Well, we fought bravely against the monsters that dwelled there and defeated them, so we’ve come to collect the reward.”
Proventus Avenicci: “Ah, Jon, the leader of this… band of adventurers, you say? I wasn’t aware we had a new group operating in the area. Congratulations on clearing out the monster den, that’s no easy feat.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, it wasn’t a trivial task, and we’ve come for the reward. We’d like to collect our payment now, if you please.”

Avenicci handed me the sum.

Jon: “A hundred-fifty septims? Alright, that’s a good reward for our troubles.”
Proventus Avenicci: “Well done. I trust it was sufficient for the task at hand? Perhaps you’d like to take on another contract? We have a few… matters that require attention in the area.”
Uthgerd: “Ooh, now we’re talking. What kind of matters are we talking about?”
Jon: “By all means, if you have situations that will require a band of brave adventurers who don’t mind facing death and losing beloved team members in the line of duty, please direct us to those situations.”
Proventus Avenicci: “Ah, well, I suppose that’s one way to put it. Very well, I do have a few… tasks that might interest you. There’s been reports of a group of bandits operating on the road to Solitude. They’ve been causing quite a bit of trouble, and the city guards are stretched thin.”
Ria: “Oh, that sounds like a great opportunity! Taking out bandits is always a good way to make a name for ourselves.”
Jon: “Yeah, I hold plenty of grudges against bandits, so please, let’s annihilate as many bandits as we can. Proventus Avenicci, sir, all you have to do is point at the location of a bandit camp, and my team of adventurers will wholly obliterate it.”
Proventus Avenicci: “Ah, enthusiasm. I like that. Very well, I can give you the location of the bandit camp. It’s located near a small stream, about halfway between here and Solitude. Be careful, though – we’ve had reports of a particularly vicious leader among them.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! Vicious leader, you say? Sounds like a challenge to me. Bring it on!”
Jon: “Ah, Proventus, do you hear that? This companion of mine is as enthusiastic and brave and strong while facing our enemies as she is in bed, so you can trust in our abilities.”
Proventus Avenicci: “Ah, well, I… uh… I think that’s more information than I needed, Jon. Yes, well, I’m sure Uthgerd is… formidable in many areas.”
Uthgerd: “Jon, let’s focus on the task at hand, shall we?”
Ria: “Yeah, let’s not scare the poor man with too much information, Jon.”
Jon: “Oh, I forgot! Mr. Avenicci, speaking of shapely lasses, I met your daughter, Adrienne. Real beauty.”
Proventus Avenicci: “Ah, Adrienne! Yes, she’s a lovely young woman, isn’t she? I’m glad you’ve met her, Jon. But, uh, let’s keep the conversation focused on the task at hand, shall we? I’m not sure I want to discuss my daughter’s… personal life with a group of adventurers.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, I think Jon’s just trying to charm his way into your good books, Proventus.”
Jon: “I actually had a point to make. I met Adrianne while she was working the forge, and she gave me a sword that she had made explicitly for the jarl, Balgruuf the Greater. I was supposed to give it to you so you could hand it to your boss and he could congratulate you on having a great daughter who has a very nice ass.”
Proventus Avenicci: “Ah, that’s enough, Jon. I think you’ve made your point, and then some. I don’t appreciate your… comments about my daughter’s appearance. However, I will accept the sword and pass it on to the Jarl. Thank you for delivering it.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, Jon, you really know how to make friends, don’t you?”
Jon: “Here you have it, Mr. Avenicci, the sword that your daughter lovingly forged to gain your boss’ attention. Let’s ignore for a moment the sword’s phallic shape and the fact that I’m handing it over to you, a man.”
Proventus Avenicci: “That’s quite enough, Jon! I think you’ve made your… point. I’ll take the sword and present it to the Jarl, without any… unnecessary commentary.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, for the love of the Eight! Can we please just focus on the task at hand and stop with the innuendos?”
Ria: “Yeah, let’s just get out of here before we get into any more trouble.”
Jon: “Oh, there is no trouble, surely! Mr. Avenicci, you’re a man, I’m a man, and we men have the same thing in mind, don’t we? When we look at gorgeous women like my companions here, Uthgerd and Ria, same kinda thoughts pop up, right?”
Uthgerd: “That’s it, Jon! I’ve had enough of your… suggestive comments! You’re going to get us thrown out of here!”
Ria: “Yeah, Jon, seriously, stop it. This is getting uncomfortable.”
Proventus Avenicci: “I think it’s time for you to leave, Jon. I’ve given you the information you requested, and I expect you to conduct yourselves in a professional manner.”

I rubbed my face, and started pacing at the base of the stairs that led to the jarl’s throne.

Jon: “I suppose I have to apologize, Mr. Avenicci, the jarl’s right-hand man. I should explain my circumstances, and… my mood, I suppose. I feel a little unhinged at the moment because one of our team members died. She fucking died during the course of the mission that we performed for you, you know, clearing out that monsters den. Or at least it happened during the outing that involved the monsters den. The name of our teammate who died was Ange, Ange the Song-Bearer. She’s dead. She is fucking dead. We buried her in the dirt of a cave, and she will never smile again nor sing. My beautiful songbird.”
Proventus Avenicci: “Ah, Jon, I’m sorry to hear that. Losing a comrade is never easy. Please, accept my condolences. I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you.”
Uthgerd: “Yeah, it’s been tough on all of us. Ange was a good person, and she’ll be missed.”
Ria: “We’re all still trying to come to terms with what happened.”

I wiped my tears.

Jon: “Oh, thank you, Mr. Avenicci. Thank you very much for your condolences. I must say, you pull off that bald look of yours really well. It gives you an air of respectability.”
Proventus Avenicci: “Ah, thank you, Jon. I appreciate your kind words. Yes, well, I suppose we’ve all got our own ways of carrying ourselves.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, Jon, stop flirting with the steward.”

I whirled around.

Jon: “How dare you?! I must clarify, Uthgerd, that I was not flirting with Proventus Avenicci. It was a matter of pure admiration and respect. Just a man telling another man that he looks good, nothing more. I am not gay. I proclaim this in front of the jarl and his right-hand man. I do not like men.”
Proventus Avenicci: “Ah, well, I think we’ve established that, Jon. No need to clarify.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, for the love of the Eight… This is getting ridiculous.”
Ria: “Can we please just leave? We’ve got our reward, and we’ve got a new job to focus on. Let’s just go.”

I faced Uthgerd with resentment.

Jon: “How could you suggest that I was flirting with the steward, when you and I just had an intimate encounter? Have you forgotten how it felt to pin me down on the bed and work your hips as you grinned and sweated all over me? I remember it vividly.”
Uthgerd: “Jon, stop it! This is not the time or the place for this conversation.”
Ria: “Oh, wow, this is getting way too personal. Can we please just leave?”
Jon: “Ria, I guess this is news to you, but yes, after we returned to the Mare, I got hammered. Then, because our companion Ange had died, I needed to celebrate the wonders of the flesh, so I approached Uthgerd for sex. She completely overwhelmed me with her strength and womanly masculinity. Under her, I became a princess, and I’m very satisfied about how it turned out.”
Uthgerd: “That’s it, Jon! You’re sharing private details about our encounter with Ria and the steward? Have you no discretion? I swear, sometimes I think you’re more trouble than you’re worth.”
Ria: “Umm, I think I’ve heard enough. I didn’t need to know all that.”
Proventus Avenicci: “Ah, well, I think it’s time for you to leave. Now. Before things get any more… complicated. Please, for the love of the Eight, just go.”
Jon: “Oh, I apologize, Mr. Avenicci. I didn’t realize you were still there. Sorry, jarl, for describing my sexual encounter in public. I shall leave Dragonsreach now, so, you know, no need to call the guards or anything.”
Proventus Avenicci: “Just leave, please.”
Uthgerd: “Come on, Jon. Let’s get out of here before you cause any more trouble.”
Ria: “I’ll just follow you two. Try to keep a low profile, okay?”

The enormous doors of the front door muffled the rainfall, but once we found ourselve outside, I was dismayed to discover that we would be forced to walk through a downpour that barely let me see ten steps ahead.

Jon: “My goodness, what the hell is up with the weather recently? Can it ever stop raining? I can barely see anything!”
Uthgerd: “Ha! You think this is bad? This is nothing but a gentle patter compared to the storms we get in the mountains. You should try walking through a blizzard sometime, boy.”
Ria: “I don’t know, Uthgerd, I think Jon has a point. This rain is making it difficult to see and hear anything. It’s perfect ambush weather.”
Jon: “Well, we’ll hardly get ambushed while walking the streets of Whiterun, but anyway, Uthgerd, I remember that last night, while heading to that monsters’ den, you complained about the rain, that comparatively was a drizzle, because you thought it was going to make your armor rusty, so don’t claim now some bullshit about other storms. You don’t like rain either.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, shut it, Jon. I was complaining about the rain because I’d just had my armor polished, not because I’m afraid of a little water. And another thing, what’s with you bringing up last night all the time? Can’t you think about anything else?”
Ria: “Oh, come on, you two. Not again. Can we please just focus on why we’re here? We need to pick up some supplies from Belethor’s.”

We kept arguing as we barged into the local shady merchant’s store.

Jon: “Yes, we came to Belethor’s place to sell our loot and pick up supplies, but also to shelter ourselves from this fucking downpour. Anyway, Uthgerd, yes, I cannot get last night out of my brain, not only because I had sex with you, but, you know, because our friend, well, my friend Ange died. She fucking died! She’s buried in the dirt of a cave, and her beautiful features are already rotting. That’s in my mind right now, and I think I have the right to be completely distraught about it, so I’m sorry if I seem a little unhinged, Uthgerd, but I think I have the right to be a little unhinged because I am grieving, I am grieving the death of a beautiful bard who will no longer, for the rest of time, even after all of us end up in Sovngarde or wherever the hell, she will never sing again.”
Uthgerd: “Jon, stop. Just… stop. You’re not the only one who’s grieving. We all lost Ange, and we’re all hurting. But we can’t just stand here and dwell on it.”
Ria: “Uthgerd’s right, Jon. We can’t change what happened, but we can honor Ange’s memory by keeping going and finishing what we started.”
Jon: “I’m sorry Ria, Uthgerd. I must admit now that you are more seasoned adventurers than me, because I cannot get out of my mind the way Ange’s eyes went dead. A light used to shine in those beautiful eyes of hers, but it had gone completely off, and it will never shine again.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, Jon… Come here. We’ve all seen our share of death, but it never gets any easier.”
Ria: “I remember her singing… it was like her voice could light up a room. I’ll miss her too, Jon. We all will.”

The shopkeeper showed up at the counter.

Belethor: “Ah, what’s all this commotion about? Can’t a man run a business in peace?”
Jon: “Hey, shut up, Belethor! You should be honored that we’re remembering our fallen teammate, Ange, in your shop. Ange the Song-Bearer, who used to sing, who used to compose songs and travel across the breadth of Skyrim, to grace strangers with her voice and her song. And now, Belethor, Ange is dead. She is fucking dead, like a fucking dead thing rotting in the ground. And you tell me that we’re causing a commotion in your shop? Screw you!”
Belethor: “How dare you! I’ll have you know, I’m a respected merchant in this city, and I won’t be spoken to like that! I don’t care about your friend or her singing. What I care about is running a successful business, and your… display… is driving away customers!”
Uthgerd: “Jon, calm down. This isn’t worth it. We came here for supplies, remember?”
Jon: “Oh yeah, I remember. We came here to sell stuff and get some supplies. So, Belethor, I have a serious question for you: do you have some sort of implement, potion or something that could make you bearable?”
Belethor: “What?! You think you can just insult me and then ask for my help?! I’ll have you know, I’m a master of the mercantile arts, and I won’t be swayed by your petty jabs! Now, if you want to do business, I suggest you show some respect! And as for your question, I don’t know what kind of foolishness you’re talking about. What do you mean, make me bearable?!”
Jon: “You know, able to be tolerated. I meant if you have some implement or potion that would make me able to stand you.”
Belethor: “You… you… How dare you! I’ll have you know, I’m a respected member of this community, and I won’t be spoken to like that! I’ve had enough of your insolence! Get out! Get out of my shop before I call the guards!”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, I think you’ve made your point. Maybe we should just leave before things escalate further.”

I took a deep breath.

Jon: “Well, Belethor, we still have a lot of stuff we have looted from caves, from dens, and from dead people. Stuff that you could sell for more money than you’d pay us. Are you willing to refuse some business?”
Belethor: “Fine. Bring it out. I’ll look at what you have, but don’t think for a moment that this means I’ve forgotten your insult. I’ll give you a fair price for your goods, but don’t expect any special favors from me.”
Ria: “Good, let’s just get this over with. I’m tired of standing around in this rain-soaked armor.”
Jon: “Oh, don’t worry, Ria, you still look beautiful. Anyway, Belethor, you’re a businessman through and through, the kind who would sell his sister. Here, check out the goods.”
Belethor: “Ah, yes, a businessman must be willing to make sacrifices, after all. Now, let’s take a look at what you’ve got… Hmmm, not bad, not bad at all. I can give you a good price for these…”

After ridding ourselves of random crap, we walked down the street to Adrianne’s and her husband’s place, to sell extra weapons and armor. Once we did and I counted the contents of my pouch, I screamed.

Jon: “Holy shit, Uthgerd, Ria! Do you have any idea how much money we have made by selling all that loot?!”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, you’re as excited as a Nord on his first raid! Yes, we’ve earned a pretty penny from our exploits. But let’s not forget, we’ve also lost good people along the way.”

Ria: “I never thought I’d see so much gold in my life! But Uthgerd’s right, Jon. We can’t forget about Ange.”
Jon: “You’re right, Uthgerd. I would give all this money away to see Ange’s beautiful smile again.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, don’t be foolish. Ange’s gone, and no amount of gold can bring her back. We honor her memory by keeping our wits about us and pressing on.”
Ria: “Uthgerd’s right, Jon. We can’t change the past, but we can use this gold to make a difference in the present. Maybe we can help others, like those in need around Whiterun. That would be a fitting tribute to Ange’s memory.”
Jon: “Oh my dear Ria, we are indeed going to use this money to help those in need, and that is us. I intend to buy a house and adopt plenty of children. I shall snatch them from the streets and bring them to live among us fierce warriors. For that, we need a lot of money. We already earned about half of what would be required, so let’s look forward to that: having a base of operations to which we can return and rest, in which you and I, Uthgerd, after a long day of fighting, can plop down in bed and have an intimate wrestling session. Are you looking forward to that?”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, you’re as bold as ever, I’ll give you that. Intimate wrestling sessions, indeed! I’m not saying I’m opposed to the idea. That’s a noble pursuit. But are you sure you’re ready for that kind of responsibility?”
Ria: “Oh, Jon, I think Uthgerd has a point. I mean, we are warriors, after all.”
Jon: “Ria, are you telling me that you wouldn’t love to return home tired after a long day murdering people, only to have a child draped around your shoulders welcoming you, telling you how beautiful you are and how glad she is to see you again?”
Ria: “Oh, Jon, stop it! You’re making me blush! I… I suppose it would be nice to have someone to come home to, someone who looks up to me like that. But, I mean, we’re warriors, not exactly the most… conventional parental figures, are we?”
Uthgerd: “Conventional? Ha! We’re Nords, Ria! We don’t do conventional!”
Jon: “Besides, what do children need to grow up properly? Just a bit of bread and a bed, right?”
Uthgerd: “I’m sure you’d make a wonderful father figure… but I think it’s a bit more complicated than just a bit of bread and a bed!”
Ria: “Oh, Jon, Uthgerd’s right! Children need love, care, and stability.”
Jon: “Well, Uthgerd, I’m glad you think that I’m going to be a great father figure. The way our intimate session went, one of these days I’ll put a baby in you. But that’s alright, because I can already tell that you will be a wonderful mother.”
Uthgerd: “Jon, you… You think you’re funny, don’t you? Well, let me tell you something, elf. I’m not some broodmare for you to impregnate at your whim. And our intimate sessions are just that: sessions. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
Ria: “Oh, Jon, I think you’ve gone too far this time…”
Jon: “Don’t worry, Ria, I will share some with you as well, if you want.”
Ria: “What?! No, no, no, Jon! That’s not what I meant! I think you’ve made Uthgerd uncomfortable enough for one conversation.”
Uthgerd: “I think Ria’s right, Jon. You’ve said quite enough for one evening. Maybe it’s time for a change of subject… or a swift punch to your jaw. One of the two, I’m not quite sure yet.”
Jon: “You’re welcome to do either of those, Uthgerd. You know I will welcome a punch from you any time. Anyway, I will change the subject, because now that we have money, we can hire people. We can hire the one person in Whiterun who was too expensive for us. Do you know of whom I am speaking?”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, you’re a glutton for punishment, I’ll give you that. Alright, let’s move on from your… interesting conversation topics. And yes, I think I know who you might be thinking of. Are you referring to Jenassa, the sellsword? She was a bit out of our price range, if I recall.”
Ria: “Yes, that’s right! Jenassa is a fierce warrior.”
Jon: “Yes, Jenassa is a fierce warrior, and also a bitch. A bitch who asks for too much money to kill people for our sake. But now we are rich, which means that we can hire a sellsword and put her in the front lines, so if anybody is going to die, it’s going to be a sellsword, not one of our friends. Do you understand me?”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, you’re as tactful as ever, I see. You want to exploit Jenassa as as cannon fodder? I’m sure she’d be delighted to hear that. And yes, I understand your point, but let’s not forget that even sellswords are people, not just expendable pawns.”
Ria: “I don’t think that’s a very nice way to put it, Jon.”
Jon: “Hey listen, if I’m paying for someone’s service, then they are expendable. So you should be glad, Ria and Uthgerd, that I am not paying either of you. In coin, I mean. I am paying you with all the love in my heart, because you chose to accompany me in my adventures.”
Uthgerd: “Paying us with love from your heart? Spare us the theatrics. We’re warriors, not some swooning maidens who’ll faint at your words.”
Ria: “Yeah, and what’s with the implication that if you were paying us, you’d think we’re expendable too? Not exactly the most reassuring thing to hear, Jon.”
Jon: “Well, Ria, my darling companion, it should be reassuring to you. It means that I’m expecting you to fight because you are a warrior. You want to fight people, you want to fight beasts, you want to improve your strength and your abilities and, you know, that rugged beauty of yours. And if you were just doing it for money, it would mean that you’re a simple sellsword, someone who sells her arts for money, and that is disgusting! That is a vile thing to do because art should be done for, you know, the beauty of art, the beauty of murdering and dismembering people, not filthy coin!”
Ria: “Jon, stop it! You’re being ridiculous! I fight because I want to protect people, because I want to make a difference, not just for the sake of fighting or for some twisted notion of beauty.”
Uthgerd: “And what’s with this rugged beauty nonsense? Ria’s a strong and capable warrior, not some fragile flower to be admired for her looks. And as for art being done for the sake of art, not money… You’re a fine one to talk, Jon, considering how much loot we’ve been collecting on our travels.”

Jon: “Oh, please. First of all, Uthgerd, look at Ria. Are you saying that she’s not a rugged beauty? She’s as beautiful as they come. You shouldn’t insult her like that.”
Ria: “Jon, stop it! You’re making me blush, and not in a good way. I’m a warrior, not some object to be admired for my looks.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, you’re so dense sometimes. I wasn’t insulting Ria, I was pointing out that her worth goes far beyond her physical appearance. And besides, I think Ria can speak for herself, don’t you, Ria?”
Ria: “Exactly! I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”
Jon: “Regarding your other point, Uthgerd, which I appreciate you having raised: you said that I shouldn’t criticize others because they want money for their services, given that we got plenty of loot, actually 3,200 septims-worth, out of our recent adventures. But my situation is completely different! I happen to love adventuring, and it just happens that I find loot along the way. Is it truly wrong to gather as much loot and coin as possible while we’re performing our art in the wild?”
Uthgerd: “Oh, please, Jon, spare us the hypocrisy. You’re not fooling anyone with your ‘I only do it for the sake of adventuring’ nonsense. We’ve seen the way you drool over treasure chests and loot bodies. Don’t try to pretend you’re above material gain.”
Ria: “Yeah, and what’s with the ‘performing our art in the wild’ thing? You make it sound like we’re some kind of traveling troupe of performers, not warriors fighting for our lives.”
Jon: “Uthgerd, the way you see me drool over lootable bodies or treasure is nothing compared to the way I drool whenever I look at that motherly face of yours or your firm, muscular body slathered in monster blood and sweat, so shiny and delicious.”
Uthgerd: “Jon, that’s… enough. You’re not going to distract me from the conversation with your flattery and… whatever it is you’re trying to do. Let’s just focus on the topic at hand, shall we?”
Ria: “Yeah, Jon, please. Uthgerd’s right. This isn’t the time or place for… whatever that was. Just stop, okay?”
Uthgerd: “And another thing, Jon. While I appreciate the compliment, I’m not some prize to be won or a possession to be ogled.”
Jon: “You’re right, Uthgerd, you are a fierce woman who is strong enough to pin a man down in bed and mount him with all the strength and happiness that you have proven to me. So fiercely that I still feel it in my bones. So you don’t have to tell me that you are not just a beautiful woman: I couldn’t even try to pull out, and my sperm remains inside you.”
Uthgerd: “Jon, that’s… I don’t even know what to say to that. You’re being completely and utterly unacceptable. How dare you speak about our intimate moments like that in front of Ria?”
Ria: “That’s way too much information. Can we please just focus on the conversation and not your… personal experiences with Uthgerd?”
Jon: “Oh come on, beautiful Ria here is an adult. She must have had enjoyed a series of adventures with men or women, whatever she prefers. Or I don’t know, werewolves perhaps. So I’m sure that she’s ready to hear about people’s private activities.”
Ria: “Jon, that’s not the point! Just because I’m an adult doesn’t mean I want to hear about your personal business. And another thing, what’s with the werewolves comment? That was completely uncalled for.”
Uthgerd: “Yeah, Jon, you’re really crossing some boundaries here. Just stop, okay? This conversation is getting way out of hand.”
Jon: “I feel like I have to apologize regarding the werewolves thing. I didn’t imply that you have some sort of fetish, alright? It’s just that whenever I enter Jorrvaskr, I get a real werewolfy vibe. I can’t justify it, it’s just what I feel.”
Ria: “Jon, stop. Just stop. You’re digging yourself into a hole and making things worse. I don’t think you understand what you’re implying, and I don’t think you care.”
Uthgerd: “Yeah, Jon, you’re being really insensitive and thoughtless. The Companions are a proud and noble organization, and we don’t appreciate your… unusual remarks. Just apologize and move on, okay?”
Jon: “Uthgerd, what do you mean ‘we’? You don’t belong to the Companions. I’m pretty sure that they didn’t let you join after that practice bout you had with that poor boy.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, Jon, you want to bring that up, do you? Fine. Yes, I did have a… disagreement with one of the Companions during a training exercise. And yes, they did refuse to let me join their ranks. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have respect for the Companions or that I don’t know what they stand for.”
Ria: “Jon, that was uncalled for. Uthgerd’s past is none of your business, and you shouldn’t be throwing it in her face like that.”
Jon: “I wasn’t throwing anything in her face, I was just clarifying a point. But anyway, let’s end this conversation with the following: Ria, I love you. Uthgerd, I love you as well. I appreciate what you are as human beings. I appreciate your strength. I appreciate your beauty. I hope you live very long lives instead of dying in a cave to a bunch of bandits, only to be buried afterwards in the cold earth. All right?”
Ria: “Jon, I… I don’t know what to say to that. I appreciate your sentiments, I suppose, but it’s a bit too much, coming from you, after everything you’ve said.”
Uthgerd: “Yeah, Jon, it’s a bit hard to take your words seriously, after all the insults and insensitive remarks you’ve made. But… I suppose it’s better than nothing. Let’s just agree to end this conversation before it gets any worse, shall we?”
Ria: “Agreed. I think we’ve had quite enough for one day.”

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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, encountered a ghost of the past: Ange the Song-Bearer, a traveling bard who had berated him for abandoning Morthal to his fate. Ange, however, chose to join my character’s budding band of adventurer’s, hoping to see how my strange tale would end. We also recruited the enthusiastic Ria, a warrior involved with the Companions. We decided to take on a quest to clear a monster den to the northwest of Whiterun.

As nightfall approached, I wanted to know if Alva, my vampire companion, who had escaped Morthal with me alone, was fine with me adding three other people to our group.

Jon: “I guess I haven’t asked for your input as much as I should have, Alva. You and I started this thing, leaving Morthal on our own, and suddenly I have brought in three warriors, women no less, to the party. Are you okay with this?”
Alva: “Jon, you’d be surprised at how okay I am with it. I have to admit, I was a bit skeptical at first, but… I think I rather enjoy the dynamic that’s developed. And the women you’ve chosen, they’re all so… different. Uthgerd’s strength and confidence, Ange’s wit and charm, and Ria’s…”
Jon: “Well, we don’t know Ria too well at the moment. Still, I got the impression that it would be good for you to be around people who know you’re a vampire and still accept you as you are.”
Alva: “Ria’s background and her connection to the Companions could be… beneficial, in a way. Having someone from the Empire who accepts me for what I am could be… useful, in certain situations.”
Jon: “Yes, but I didn’t ask for what it meant to you in terms of usefulness. What I wanted to know, Alva, is if you are happy with this situation, if you like the fact that you don’t have to hide among our group of allies.”
Alva: “Jon, you’re asking me if I’m happy? If I’m truly happy, for the first time in… centuries, perhaps? Yes, Jon, I am. I feel like I can be myself, or at least, as much of myself as I dare to show, around these women.”
Jon: “Well, that is wonderful Alva, and I’m happy for you. Regarding tonight, we’re going on a little hunt. I saw on the missive board an offer to clean out a den of monsters, so we’re taking the road and heading to the northwest, to have a little adventure.”
Alva: “A hunt, how delightful! And at night, no less. The darkness suits me just fine, Jon. I can already feel the thrill of the hunt, the rush of the unknown. And with our little group, I’m sure it will be a night to remember.”

Shortly after, I chose to bother Uthgerd while she was cooking dinner.

Jon: “Well, if it is in the sturdiest, most headstrong, most motherly person that I know. How are you, Uthgerd?”
Uthgerd: “Trying to butter me up with flattery? Well, I’ll have you know, I’m doing just fine, thank you for asking. My sword arm is strong, my fists are ready, and my patience is… well, let’s just say I’m still putting up with you, aren’t I?”
Jon: “Oh, Uthgerd, you know I love our banter, our give-and-take that could end with you punching me in the face and me dropping onto my ass. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, you’re a strange one, aren’t you? Enjoying the prospect of getting pummeled in the face by me, of all people! I suppose that’s why I’ve grown fond of you, despite your… unusual tastes. But don’t think for a moment that I’ll go easy on you just because you’re enjoying it.”
Jon: “Leaving that aside, Uthgerd, are you pumped by the fact that tonight we’re heading out of town to clear out a monster den?”
Uthgerd: “A real fight, with real monsters to slay! I’ve been itching for this kind of action for weeks now. Clearing out a den of beasts is just the thing to get the blood pumping and the muscles warm. I’m ready to unleash my full fury upon those creatures and show them what a true Nord woman is capable of.”
Jon: “Uthgerd, I can’t wait to see you slathered in monster blood, all sweaty, with your teeth glistening, and that fierceness burning in your eyes. It’s going to make me shiver.”
Uthgerd: “Oh, you’re a wicked one, aren’t you? Enjoying the thought of me covered in monster blood and sweat. Well, I’ll make sure to give you a show you won’t soon forget. When I’m in the heat of battle, I’m a force to be reckoned with, and I won’t hold back.”
Jon: “Oh, you swinging that greatsword of yours, hacking through beasts, cutting them in half and releasing their guts… It will be so sexy.”

Once Alva could leave the inn without burning up from the sunrays, we followed the road out of town heading west.

Jon: “My wonderful teammates, isn’t this lovely? Feel this cold rain upon our faces as we’re heading to battle?”
Uthgerd: “Lovely? You call this lovely? I call it a miserable excuse for an evening stroll. My armor’s getting rusty, and my hair’s getting soaked.”
Ange: “Ah, come now, Uthgerd! A little rain never hurt anyone. It’s invigorating, don’t you think?”
Jon: “Hey, Uthgerd, if you want to see battle, you have to travel to the battle even through a storm.”

That monster den we were going to clear out turned out to be farther than I anticipated.

Jon: “Man, for how long have we walked in the rain? Two hours?”
Uthgerd: “Two hours? It feels like an eternity. I’m starting to lose feeling in my toes.”
Ange: “The rain can be quite refreshing. It’s a shame we’re not out here on a romantic stroll, isn’t it, Alva?”
Ria: “Oh, let’s not get too distracted by the rain.”

As we were passing by an ancient graveyard, we were assaulted by a few raised skeletons. We took care of them in a few swings.

Ria: “What are these… ancient Nord barrows? They’re often filled with all manner of undead creatures.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, and treasures beyond your wildest dreams, if you’re brave enough to claim them. Let’s keep moving and find out what’s inside.”
Alva: “I do love a good treasure hunt. And the undead are always so… accommodating.”
Jon: “So, wonderful ladies of mine, should be change plans? Now that we have come unexpectedly across a den of the undead, would you rather explore this instead?”
Ria: “Sounds like a blast! I’m in. Let’s take them down and see what treasures we can find.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, I’m not one to back down from a fight. And these draugr could use a good thrashing.”
Alva: “I must admit, I do love a good undead brawl.”

Unfortunately, this wasn’t a “delve into an ancient, labyrinthine ruin and beat a boss for good loot.” The place was composed of a few graves and mausoleums. We found a big chest that should contain good loot, but I was far from being able to lockpick a master-level lock.

The monster den turned out to be a depression in the terrain, that a single saber cat had turned into his dwelling. Once we killed it, which I could have done on my own, the contract was satisfied.

Jon: “Well, this is it, I guess. We have vanquished the beast. Somewhat disappointing.”
Ange: “Ah, indeed we have vanquished the beast, and I must say, it was a valiant effort by all of us. But tell me, Jon, what’s next on the horizon? Shall we return to Whiterun and bask in the praise of the locals, or do we have another adventure in mind?”

Ria: “I’m all for a good celebration, but I think we should consider the fact that there may be more threats lurking in the shadows. We shouldn’t let our guard down just yet.”
Jon: “You’re right. As we head back towards Whiterun, we should be on our guard. We should retrieve the reward for our bravery from Proventus Avenicci, the Jarl’s right-hand man. They must learn that there’s a new band of adventurers in town capable of defeating threaths and, I guess, furthering the safety and control of the realm.”
Uthgerd: “I like the sound of that, Jon. And who knows, maybe Avenicci will have some more… lucrative opportunities for us.”
Alva: “Indeed, and I’m sure this Proventus Avenicci will be thrilled to know that a vampire such as myself is helping to keep the realm safe. I do hope he’s… enlightened enough to see the irony in that.”
Jon: “It seems you’re so relieved by the fact that our little group knows that you’re vampire and accepts you, that you’re becoming a bit reckless. I doubt the Jarl’s right-hand man would readily accept a vampire. Perhaps you should be more careful.”
Alva: “Perhaps you’re right, Jon. I have been feeling a bit… liberated, shall we say, since joining this group. But you’re right, I mustn’t let my guard down, especially when it comes to those in positions of power.”

The rainfall had worsened. As we were crossing the plains, we came across a disguised entrance into the side of a hill, that could be a mine or a bandit hideout. A few barrels stood nearby.

Uthgerd: “Ah, a potato? Really, Jon? That’s what you’re concerned about right now? We’re in the middle of a torrential downpour and you’re rummaging through barrels for food?”
Ange: “Oh, Uthgerd, come now. A little potato never hurt anyone. And who knows, maybe it’ll bring us some good luck in this miserable weather.”
Ria: “I don’t know about luck, but I could do with some hot food and a warm fire right about now.”
Jon: “Do you think it is worth entering this place to figure out if we can take shelter until the storm relents?”
Alva: “I think it’s worth a try, but we should be cautious. We don’t know what’s inside or who might be taking shelter there already.”
Uthgerd: “Agreed. Could be a decent place to wait out the storm, but we’ll need to keep our wits about us.”
Ange: “And our blades at the ready, just in case.”
Jon: “Let’s assume that someone or something is taking shelter here, so wield your weapons and let’s move in quietly.”
Uthgerd: “I’ve got my greatsword at the ready. Let’s see what’s waiting for us inside.”
Ria: “I’m with Uthgerd. My sword’s itching for some action. Let’s see if we can catch anyone off guard.”
Alva: “I’ll be ready to… persuade anyone who gets too close.”

Inside, crates and more barrels awaited by the entrance. We didn’t need to guess if anyone inhabited this place, because we could hear the casual chatter of bandits up ahead.

Uthgerd: “Ah, finally some action! What’s the plan, Jon?”
Jon: “Yes, let’s try to catch them by surprise. They are unaware that death is coming to them.”
Ria: “I’ll take point, my sword’s ready. Let’s show them what we’re made of!”
Alva: “Oh, I do love a good ambush. The looks on their faces are always so… priceless.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, let’s give them a night to remember… or not remember, depending on how well we do our job.”

I sneaked onward, crossbow at the ready. I spotted a guard dog and a large fellow in heavy armor. Attempted to snipe at the guy, but my bolt ricocheted off the cave wall. As the dog and that guy, who was joined by a second one, tried to figure out what they just heard, I dropped the guy with a bolt through the face. A few seconds later, the fight was over.

Jon: “Well, we defeated two bandits and their dog. Is everybody okay?”
Uthgerd: “Ah, that was a quick fight! I’m fine, just a little disappointed it didn’t last longer.”
Alva: “I’m perfectly well, thank you for asking, Jon. Just a few… trifling scratches.”
Ange: “No injuries here, just a bit of a song left unsung. That didn’t quite go as planned, did it?”
Jon: “Unfortunately, I missed my first shot. Sorry about that. At least, we made short work of those bandits and their poor dog.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! Well, at least you redeemed yourself with the second one. That dog didn’t stand a chance.”
Ria: “Nice teamwork, everyone! Now, what’s with all these mushrooms you’re gathering?”
Jon: “I was just gathering loot and ingredients on instinct. I should probably leave it for when we have defeated everyone in this place.”
Ange: “Ah, don’t worry about it, Jon. We’ve got your back. Besides, someone’s got to keep an eye on the loot. Just be careful not to get too distracted.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, prioritize the fight, not the treasure. We can sort through the loot once we’ve cleared the area.”
Jon: “Anyway, I hear more voices up ahead, at least two or three bandits. Be careful.”
Ria: “Ready to charge as soon as we get the signal.”
Jon: “That female bandit is just humming casually. She has no idea what’s coming for her.”
Alva: “Oblivious to the danger lurking nearby. It’s almost pitiful.”
Ange: “Aye, and a hum can quickly turn to a scream… or a dirge, depending on how this plays out.”
Jon: “This corridor is too narrow. It will be hard to fight properly here. Alva, be careful with your spells.”
Uthgerd: “Ah, curse this tight space! I can barely swing my sword without hitting one of you.”
Alva: “Indeed, let’s try to keep the magic to a minimum… unless absolutely necessary, of course.”

I took point. As I sneaked past a corner, I found myself face to face with three bandits, two of them wearing heavy armor. I blasted the three of them with a spray of poison. As they charged toward me, I retreated behind my shield-maidens. A chaotic fight ensued. Everybody kept pushing each other. Alva’s Sparks spell lit up the rock walls. In the end, all the bandits lay dead, carpeting the narrow corridor that ended in a wide room.

Jon: “That was way too close, such a fight in a narrow corridor. The ground is pooled with blood, and I can barely walk without stepping on a corpse.”

Ange was dead. I found her body lying face-up between the corpse of a black-robed mage and a big guy wearing steel armor. My remaining companions, unaware, kept talking.

Uthgerd: “Failing to keep your guard up in tight spaces will get you killed faster than a pack of wolves, boy! You should be grateful we were there to bail you out.”
Alva: “Actually, I was the one who bailed you out, Uthgerd. My fangs and agility proved to be quite useful in such close quarters.”
Ria: “That was a fierce battle… I didn’t think we’d make it out alive.”
Jon: “My friends… not everybody did.”

Once the initial shock wore off, we dragged Ange’s corpse into the room, and stood around her in silence.

Uthgerd: “Poor lass. She knew how to lift the spirits of those around her… even if her sense of timing left something to be desired.”
Alva: “Indeed. Her music had a certain… spark to it. It’s a shame, really. She was starting to grow on me.”
Ria: “We should take a moment to pay our respects.”

A hole had opened in my chest.

Jon: “I can’t believe this. I had my disagreements with Ange, but I looked forward to fighting alongside her, adventure after adventure, and suddenly she’s dead.”
Uthgerd: “Death has a way of creeping up on you, boy. One moment you’re singing and dancing, the next you’re nothing but a cold corpse on the stone floor. It’s the way of the world.”
Alva: “I never thought I’d see you so… sentimental, Jon. You’re usually so quick to joke and flirt your way through life.”
Jon: “This cannot be. She cannot be dead.”
Ria: “I’m afraid it’s true, Jon. Ange is gone. We have to accept it and move on. We can’t let her death be in vain.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, the road ahead won’t get any safer just because we’re grieving. We need to keep our wits about us and our blades sharp.”
Jon: “If only I hadn’t chosen to stop here and take shelter from the rain, if we had just braved the cold and the rain until we reached Whiterun, Ange would still be alive.”
Alva: “Oh, Jon, don’t be ridiculous. You can’t blame yourself for every little thing that goes wrong. We all agreed to stop here and take shelter. It was a sensible decision at the time.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, and who’s to say we wouldn’t have been ambushed on the road to Whiterun instead? Fate’s a cruel mistress, boy. Sometimes she deals you a bad hand.”

I lumbered to the rock wall, wanting to lean against it, but ended up dropping to my knees and burying my face in my hands.

Jon: “Ange. Oh, Ange. I’m sorry.”
Ria: “Jon, it’s not your fault. We’re a team, we make decisions together. We all knew the risks of adventuring.”
Alva: “Oh, Jon…”
Uthgerd: “Fine, boy. Have your moment. But don’t think you can stay there forever. We’ve got to keep moving. For Ange’s sake, if nothing else.”

We buried Ange in the ground of that room.

Jon: “Is this how Ange would have liked to go, buried in the cold dirt of a cave after dying in a scuffle against bandits? Is that a proper end for a brave bard?”
Uthgerd: “It’s not about the manner of death, Jon. It’s about the life she lived. Ange was a brave warrior, and she died with her lute in hand, fighting alongside her comrades.”
Alva: “Uthgerd’s right, Jon. We can’t control how we die, but we can control how we live. And Ange lived with passion and courage.”
Ria: “We should make sure her sacrifice isn’t in vain. We need to focus on what’s next.”
Jon: “If you don’t mind, I’m going to sleep in one of these bed rolls lying around.”
Alva: “Go ahead, Jon. You need the rest. We’ll keep watch.”
Uthgerd: “Don’t think you’re getting out of your share of the watch that easily, though. We’ll wake you up when it’s your turn.”

When I woke up, the world remained as grim as it was before I went to sleep. Ange was still dead, and we had to continue with our lives.

Jon: “It must be about nine in the morning. My dear Alva, you can’t go out there right now, so you’ll have to wait in the cave where Ange died, while Ria, Uthgerd and I return to Whiterun and collect the reward for that whole deal with the saber cat.”
Alva: “Ah, I see. Well, I suppose I have no choice but to wait here, don’t I, Jon? Though I must say, I’m not exactly thrilled about being left behind in this… damp cave.”
Uthgerd: “Come on, let’s get moving. We have a reward to collect, and I could use a hot meal and a warm fire.”
Ria: “Agreed. I’m stiff from sleeping on the stone floor.”
Jon: “See you soon, Alva. I will return to you as soon as I can. Now, as for Ria and Uthgerd, let’s get going, please.”
Alva: “I’ll be waiting, Jon. Be careful, and don’t take too long. I don’t particularly enjoy being alone in this place.”