He also drew the eyes and sighs of more than one pretty Elven lass, although none held his interest for long. In his free hours he enjoyed hoisting a mug of ale in the tavern with his friends, and gambling with them at cards. He hoped for a lucky strike at the mines, which would garner him a large bonus. ![]() They did well enough, she said, they had enough to fill their bellies, no one could wear more than one suit of clothing at a time, and the roof leaked only when it rained. His mother made and sold comberry cakes at the city market to help eke out their living. He was a miner, as was his father before him, a common laborer in the mines of the Lord of Mournhold, for his ability in magicka was small. Five hundred years ago in Mournhold, City of Gems, there lived a blind widow and her only child, a tall, strapping young man.
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