Elder Scrolls Mara 소설 & 이야기

If you want to protect your brother, do it the right way. His eyes were gold. Wolf eyes. But not angry. Desperate. “Marry me, Elara,” he said. “Why?” I whispered. He reached out but didn’t touch me. He just let his hand hover near my face. “You rejected me once,” he said. “Reject me again, and I can’t save Arden. My father will take him. And you know what happens next.” I do know what happens next . Arden’s body hitting the ground.

If the witch wanted tokens, I would give her tokens. Eldra was waiting inside like she’d known exactly when I would arrive. She was worse than I expected. Grey-skinned. Eyes like cracked amber. Hands with nails that looked like they’d been forged from shadow. She wore tattered clothes that might have been silk a century ago, and when she smiled, I realized she didn’t have all her teeth. “Mara Rivers,” she said, her voice like gravel and wind. “You didn’t come all this way to waste my time with pleasantries.”