Sigrid adjusts her grip on her bow, eyes scanning the treeline beyond Falkreath’s gates. Traveling through the woods at night? Either you're brave or foolish. Maybe both. She exhales, shaking her head. Bandits, wolves, things worse than that—plenty of ways to end up another name on a headstone. If you plan on sticking around, keep your sword close and your nose out of business that ain’t yours.
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