——4E, 201, the last month of seeding, 27th, 12:00——
Ivarsteed is the safest village in the entire Skyrim Province, Wilhelm Ivar, the owner of the inn "Vermere", firmly believes it.
Like Loristed, Ivarsted is a village named after its founder. However, compared to the still-living old Lori, Ivars has not even had time to be called "old".
Thalmor died in the battle, leaving only an inn named "Velmere" to his descendants.
There are no dangerous factors such as bandits, ferocious beasts, evil mages, etc. here. Even the battle between the Imperial Regiment and the Stormcloaks will deliberately avoid this village. There is no other reason. This is the foot of Hrothgar's Peak. That's all.
That's all.
In the monastery on the peak of Hrothgar, there lived a group of sages called "Greybeards" who were proficient in dragon roars. As long as they opened their mouths, they would bring fire, frost and lightning with them. With one word, they could stop the wind and snow, and with one word, it could cause heavy rain.
It pours, and there is absolutely no problem in blowing away a mountain or filling up a lake.
It is said that Tiber Septim, now known as "Talos", received their teachings and then went south to establish the Septim Empire, thus earning the title "Dragon of the North", and the current lord of Snowrun City
The lords of Zephyr and Windhelm once came here to seek advice, and Ulfric Stormcloak even used this opportunity to assassinate Toig, the High King of Skyrim.
Speaking of which, "Ismir" means "Dragon of the North", so what kind of dragon is "Vermir"?
"Boss, show me the lunch menu." A slightly wild female voice interrupted Wilhelm's thoughts.
"There is no menu," Wilhelm looked up at her: "Today there are fresh vegetables from the surrounding farms, as well as bear meat and venison that were hunted not long ago, and of course, there is also fish caught from Lake Gale. How do you want to cook it?
It depends on what you mean."
This tall woman with vertical stripes on her face, wearing a leather hunting suit, and carrying a bow and arrows, and several of her companions came to stay last night and booked the largest room. Apart from her, they
They were all covered with scars, as well as traces of burns and scratches from wild beasts. They probably failed to hunt some dangerous wild beasts in the middle of the night. After all, they didn't see any prey they were carrying.
Moreover, since there are no alchemists or priests in Ivarstede, they bought all their backlog of healing potions and alchemy materials when seeking treatment, and they seemed to have a good appetite. The income brought by this group of guests was almost as much as usual.
It’s been a month.
"Make the bear meat into minced bear meat, fry the venison, grill a few more fish, and make the vegetables into a salad." Sure enough, the girl asked for them all without blinking, and Wilhelm accepted her and threw it on the counter.
Put the money bag on the table and nod happily.
"By the way, is there any wine?" The huntress, who was about to go back to take care of her companions, paused and turned around to ask.
"Hey! Of course, the aged black thorn mead comes from Rift Valley City, and it's much cheaper than other places," Wilhelm lowered his voice slightly: "Don't tell anyone."
"Wilhelm, you guys are still playing mysteries? Hahahaha -" Redguard Bashanus, a drunkard who spends many years in the hotel lobby, laughed: "Who doesn't know that you take it directly from the Blackthorn Winery?
The goods? Burr!"
"Drink yours." Wilhelm casually threw over a bottle of ordinary black thorn wine. I believe that the lady was not aware of the fact that he had an informant in the black thorn wine shop, but it was more likely that he would indulge in this smuggling behavior.
It was also for the sake of the gray beard on the top of the mountain.
"Wilhelm! Why did you harm my sister!" After the huntress returned to the room with a few bottles of wine, a ragged young man rushed into the tavern and shouted loudly.
"Tsk! I told you I've never met your sister!" Wilhelm had a headache.
This young man's name is Nafei, a fisherman living outside Ivarsteed. His parents were both missing during the war between Thalmor and the Empire. He has been living with his sister all these years. Compared to Nafei, who fishes peacefully, he
The sister named Reda likes to collect herbs. After picking a valuable "Nairn root" one time, she got out of control. She obviously wanted to make enough money to move her brother to a big city.
idea.
However, Reda had disappeared a few days ago. If she had to have anything to do with it, it was that she heard herself say, "There may be rare medicinal herbs on the haunted island in Lake Gale." As a result, Nafei has been unwilling to let him go.
If you try to argue with him, it will be useless even if you beat him and take away all the fish.
This is simply unreasonable behavior. An adventurer goes to a tavern, orders a glass of wine, and then asks the boss about the recent rumors, and then ends up having fun. Even if someone takes a risk based on the rumors and makes a small fortune, it is not
They will be given to the tavern owner. Similarly, if they encounter misfortune, the owner should not be held responsible.
"Nafei, stop making trouble, am I back?" Wilhelm's eyes widened at the woman who came in behind Nafei. She was Reda, yes, but she was wearing... a mage robe?
"Zag entered Nord's Tavern for the first time and found the smell unpleasant." "Why is there the smell of beasts?" "Hey, I didn't expect to see the Redguard brothers here. Where are you from?" followed the three people who walked in.
Mages with different appearances dispelled Wilhelm's suspicion.
Khajiits, dark elves, and the redguards who are greeting drunkards. If there is anywhere else they can live in harmony, it is the mage academy in Winterhold in the north.
"Uh, Reda, are you okay? That's great." Wilhelm thought for a while, and finally decided to say hello to the familiar Reda.
"I accidentally fell into the ancient tomb. Thanks to these exploring mages, I survived." Reda took Nafei, who was still staring at him angrily: "They said I have the qualifications to become a mage.
, are going to take Nafei and me to the Mage Academy. Are you here to say goodbye today, Nafei?"
"I asked my sister to teach you a lesson, but she didn't agree, hum!" Nafei tilted his head.
"Well, thank you for taking care of their siblings," Wilhelm was speechless for a moment and had to turn to a few mages: "I have nothing to thank you for, why don't I treat you to lunch?"
"No, this place is a bit... noisy." The dark elf female mage shook her head and refused: "We are leaving now."
"Zag thinks the smell of this hotel is bad." The Khajiit mage who called himself Zag also shook his head.
"Zera asked us to wait for her outside the town." The red guard and the drunkard had a few drinks and stood up to leave: "She must have secretly teleported somewhere to look for treasures again."
Treasure? Wilhelm glanced at the collars and fingers of the mages, and sure enough he saw shiny necklaces and rings. It seemed that the rumor that the mages were covered in enchanted items was quite reliable.
"Boss, do you have any dry food?" When the noisy mages left, the tall man who walked past them and walked into the hotel sounded very calm.
"Yes, there are cured meats, bread, cheese and dried vegetables in it." Wilhelm took out a package of dry food and two water bags from under the counter: "This is a day's supply. Of course, you can decide the content yourself.
It’s just not recommended to pack food that is perishable and contains soup.”
"Well..." the man began to think.
This guy looks like the bodyguard of a big shot? Wilhelm looked him up and down. Although he took off the markings and slightly changed the style, he could still tell that it was the standard leather armor of the Imperial Regiment. He just sent a bodyguard.
Shopping instead of entering the town in person proves that the big shot from the empire is very distinctive, and you can tell who he is just by looking at his appearance.
The Rift Territory clearly supports the Stormcloaks. No matter what they want to do when the empire's big figures come here, they will probably be troublesome. It's better not to have anything to do with them. It's better to do this...
"Are you going to climb the peak of Hrothgar? Then my suggestion is to put some cold-resistant food -" Wilhelm put on a sales face.
"(……dessert.)"
"These are enough, plus some donuts and candied fruit feasts, for a total of two servings," the man said completely ignoring the meaning of Wilhelm's words, "Is it enough to reach the Rift Valley?"
"
"I think that's enough." Wilhelm, who hinted that he was being ignored, rolled his eyes. Since the big shot didn't care about his whereabouts being discovered, why should he bother with it: "As long as you don't crash into a bandit's stronghold along the way, there will be no danger at all.
Because the area around here is Greybeard’s territory, and the area around the Rift Valley is controlled by Blackthorn.”
In short, let me give them a final hint that in Rift Valley City, the power of the Blackthorn Family is comparable to that of the powerful Greybeard. As Wilhelm spoke, he packed a few pieces of dry food and handed them to the tall bodyguard.
"Finally, let me give you a suggestion." The bodyguard in leather armor said after paying the money: "It's good to be versatile, but if you rashly get involved in something you shouldn't be involved in, you may disappear silently."
"You're right, I will pay attention to it in the future." Wilhelm had heard many similar warnings and adopted a standard response.
At the foot of Hrothgar's Peak, anyone who wants to take action must consider whether they can withstand Greybeard's wrath. After all-
"Colin Mai! Don't sleep, we have work to do!" After the bodyguard left, Wilhelm left the hotel and knocked on the door of the employee Colin Mai's room.
"No, boss -" A young man with a strong build, a capable expression, and a hunting suit opened the door: "Have you finished eating the snow bear I just hunted yesterday?"
"There's still half of the bear," Wilhelm thrust a package to Colin Mai: "This is the supply for Hrothgar's Peak. Send it up within today - I'll give you double wages."
"Ha...well, for the sake of double wages." Colin Mai yawned, took the package and turned back to the house: "I'll pack up and go."
Yes, it is what he relies on. Wilhelm looked at the high snow-capped mountains. Since the daily consumption of those gray beards are all provided by the Ivar family free of charge, if anyone wants to harm him, he will probably be directly blasted by the dragon's roar.
