The Missing Attendant

The last person I chose to interview I wasn’t really looking forward to speaking with. She was a noble Altmer woman, standing off to the side look smug and clearly ok with the murder that had taken place. She was busy sipping wine while an attendant behind her, a Bosmer, was nervously watching each sip so she could approach to refill the glass at the correct time. Seemed like a stressful and boring job to me.

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