'Aight, so new place to mark on the maps...sure would've been easier if these guys turned off their privacy filters...'
'More trouble than...wait a minute, seriously? This place is full of literal forbidden books of knowledge, the kind that would normally get a man sent to a re-education camp in a heartbeat, and yet, you're telling me that some of my predecessors had items and secrets worst than that? What the fuck?'
=That's just how the world be sometimes, milord. One man's personal demons, is another's everlasting nightmare.=
'I guess... actually, speaking of nightmarish predecessors, Frosttusk?'
[Minn jarl, would you still like me to give you my report?]
'Indeed.'
