» Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:37 am
Although I'm taking my duties as Archmage very seriously, I still call Whiterun home. I love my little house. The enchanted weapon the Jarl presented me with still takes pride of place in the rack on the wall, and the bookshelf is filled with copies of my favourite spell tomes. All my ore and ingots are stored in the cupboard to the left as you enter, along with my gauntlets and amulet of smithing, for convenient access to the smithy next door at Warmaiden's. I've moved almost everything else to my official chambers in Winterhold, but Breezehome is still where my heart is. I keep civilian clothes in the dresser there, so I can relax away from the pressures of work, and I like to walk around the town and through the pleasant farmland outside, just to release the tension. One day, when all my work is done, I''ll retire there. I'd marry Lydia in a second and settle down with her, but I have too much respect for her prowess as a warrior. A day will come when she dies in battle and rather than re-loading, I accept it, mourn her, and move on. I'll sit by the fire eating baked potatoes and salmon steaks, looking fondly at her empty chair (hers is the one to the right, as I sit looking towards the door), and I'll remember our days of high adventure. Maybe I'll nip across the road to my local occasionally. It's a good life.