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The woman couldn’t help but wonder why he seemed so unconcerned about being away from home — most people usually longed for the familiar. She herself missed the warmth of her birthplace , though she had spent so much of her life here that her memories of sun-baked sands had grown faint.
“ Well , you’re in Skyrim , ” she said softly , folding her hands in front of her. “ Snow falls most days , and the farther north you travel , the colder it grows. It’s rare for it to feel warm — at least , to me. ” A light chuckle escaped her lips. “ Still , it’s a fair land. Plenty to see and do , and the taverns are warm and welcoming , if I say so myself. Aside from the dangers that roam these parts , I reckon you’ll have a grand time. ”