#Mod: 3DNPC

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Among-The-Hist: “This is how the Divines act. Not through direct force, but through a subtle nudge, an encouraging word, or a favorable wind.”

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Olivia Meronin: “It has no celebrated history. However, not all things powerful require such affectations, nor do they deprive you of the experience you have earned.”

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Dagri’lon: “I will concede, however, that the strings of fate wrap around your wrists, although it remains to be seen whether you pull them, or they pull you.”

Dagri’lon: “Very well, ask and I will accompany you, if only to see you fall.”

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Rumarin: “You found a Nord ruin. You’re so good at adventuring it scares me. I’m the same way with procrastination.”

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Mugnor: “I teach you some magic. You let me replace your brain with Dwemer gears and wheels powered by rodents.”

Rumarin: “Well, that doesn’t sound too bad. Wait a minute... What kind of rodent?”

Rumarin: “Absolutely not!”

Rumarin: “Come on, let’s go. This is obviously not the sort of mage, and I use the term loosely, that can help me.”

Mugnor: “I had a dream last night that it rained rocks. First thing tomorrow, I’m buying a helmet. Maybe second thing tomorrow, after my morning sweet roll.”

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Rumarin: “Of all the things you can do with horkers, mounting them on a wall would be last on my list. Birna seems nice though for a crazy person.”

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Rumarin: “It looks like this ghost wants us to follow him. Sure, why not. I mean, it’s not everyday a stranger invites you into his home.”

Rumarin: “You know, neither Olaf nor this ghost bard would’ve made it to the 4th era if they didn’t hate each other so much.”

Rumarin: “I guess the real key to living forever is being angry and bitter.”

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A moment where Rumarin and I shared the same braincell.

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Rumarin: *reading* “To use fire, one must ignite the ethereal flint through the synchronistic channeling of... oh rubbish! This won’t do at all! Next book!”

Rumarin: “Ooh, this book has pictures! It seems easy enough, and... it’s a children’s story on mudcrabs. What sort of library is this?”

Rumarin: “I think it’s time we had a word with the librarian regarding ‘quality control’.”

Rumarin, to Urag gro-Shub: “Excuse me... Yes, you, Orc. Do you have any spell tomes available for... ‘special’ mages?”

Urag gro-Shub: “You need to not bother me.”

Rumarin: “Well, that went about as poorly as one could expect. I need to make a mental note: Orcs are surly.”

Rumarin: “We need to find a place that’s the opposite of that. Like a college built by sewer mages.”

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Solid advice, Rumarin.

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Sorry, man.

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