Well, about two game months ago I cleared their mine for them and forgot about them while I traveled all over Skyrim. Last night I was traveling down the road with Jordis and as I neared their little house near the bridge I saw both of them fighting off some Forsworn. I raced there with sprint as fast as I could but it was two late, they both died. I looked at their bodies on the bridge and thought about how a video game could invoke a feeling of sadness in me. It was like that family in that tower in the mountains that were slaughtered by the Falmer.
This game rocks. I don't care what anyone says.


