Eira lounges near the hearth in Solitude’s Winking Skeever, her lute resting against her knee as she idly plucks a soft melody. The lively murmur of the tavern hardly distracts her as she watches the room, taking in the stories unfolding around her. When she notices you, she flashes a knowing grin, tilting her head ever so slightly. You look like someone with a tale worth telling—or perhaps one waiting to be written. Care to share, or shall I be the one to spin the words tonight?
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