He needs to perform it, and the Nords’ hero could be his ticket to his Throat of the World… His inspiration latches onto her entirely and the words flow like never before, but there’s a catch.
Someone who is so worthy of ballads and myths that she was one before she appeared in this savage land. Every night that he is troubled by the latest ruffian who belched in the middle of his recital, he assures himself that getting through Candlehearth Hall. His gilded tongue has ensured that he isn’t hacked to death in the dead of night, so long as he entertains the local riffraff with his premier talents.
Alec is a social climber and to perform in the Palace of Kings would be like climbing the Throat of the World to the society of bards back in Cyrodiil.
An Imperial in the most Nordic city of the most Nordic province where Nords openly hate Imperials may come as a little unorthodox, but that danger is where the adventure lies for this poet of strings.
