It had some bare furniture left over from the previous family. He let them believe he was going to Skyrim to spread the word. When he finally decided to break off from the group, his parents were thrilled. He started to dream about what it would be like to have somewhere to return after a long journey. They didn’t leave as soon as they had an argument with a neighbor like his parents did. He saw the way other families built a home in one place, and how even when things got hard, they stuck it out. He started to keep his ears open, and eventually learned that everyone else thought the disciples were batshit crazy. But as he got older, he started to notice the way people didn’t like to open their doors, and how whenever they did, they always reacted with annoyance and disgust. When he was a child it felt like an adventure. They travelled from town to town, spreading the word and reminding people of The Green Pact. As disciples of Y’ffre, they had travelled constantly. Drunk people weren’t high in his list of complaints. The previous family had moved to another hold, and no one wanted a house just up the street from a tavern. ![]() It had apparently been empty for a while. It was a strange custom, and Gilmoren decided to just keep the existing name for simplicity’s sake. Apparently in Skyrim you name your house. He hoped that he had said something nice in return, but he couldn’t really remember. Proventus said something very nice while he was filling out the paperwork. The day he got back, Gilmoren bought the house he had told her about.
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