In my youth I was such a little tattle-tale that my father took to calling me “Riasen” - a critical witness. He only started calling me that once I told my mother that he was sneaking extra sweets after dinner. She thought that it was so funny, that she made my father march down to the guard station and report himself, with me in tow to act as the Riasen. I think she still has the guard report framed in her home.

I was living in a tent, in the middle of a swamp. I don’t know what your standards are, but that doesn’t seem like someone wealthy enough to buy a potion of cure disease to me. And as for the shrine… I simply… Didn’t think about that. So much of my time with the Thalmor has been persecuting people based upon their gods because we couldn’t get over our bitter old war wounds. I guess that influenced my view on all gods. Not just Talos.

They’re going to have to stitch you back together in the void when I’m through!

OR

(Slightly out of Breath) See that corpse there? That is a monument to our friendship.