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Decluttering, Dragonborn style. Terra has some awkward souvenirs to explain to Lydia.
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The problem with being an adventurer is that you collect a lot of crap. You find stuff, and people give you stuff, and you tuck it away thinking that it might be useful some day. And then one day you look around and think, "Why do I have six magic war axes when I prefer swords, anyway?"
So, one Sundas afternoon, Lydia volunteers to help me sort through it all. "Right," I say. "We'll make three piles. Keep, sell, donate."
Lydia holds up an axe. "How about this for the sell pile?"
"Um, I dunno. That kind of has sentimental value. That's the Axe of Whiterun. Jarl Balgruuf gave me that after I killed the first dragon that attacked Whiterun."
Lydia raises an eyebrow. "I'm sure that our former Jarl Balgruuf feels very sentimental about that since you deposed him in favor Ulfric's puppet Vignar, my Thane."
"Right. Sell pile."
Next up is a suit of red and black leather armor. Lydia's eyebrow attains new heights. "My Thane?"
"Yes?"
"This is Dark Brotherhood armor, is it not?"
"Yes."
( In which I explain how I joined the assassin's guild by accident... )