#Morrowind where are all the birds going free#

There wasn't nearly enough to pay a priest for healing. He pried loose a slat of the wooden floor under which their small hoard of savings was kept.

Symmachus crossed to her pallet at once and noted anxiously that her forehead was very hot and her breathing shallow. 'Afore you go, fetch me a priest or a healer, else I may pass from the mortal plane ere you return.' She had been ailing, and besides there would be a great crush of people as all Mournhold turned out to be part of the blessed event and being blind she would be unable to see anything anyway. 'I'll rush straight home and tell you all about it,' he promised his mother, who would not be able to attend. When the time came round for the royal child's Rite of Naming, the mines were closed and Symmachus dashed home to bathe and dress in his best. A Queen, the people sang, a Queen is born to us! For among the people of Mournhold, the birth of an heiress is a sure sign of future peace and prosperity. In Symmachus' thirtieth year, there was great rejoicing in Mournhold - a girl-child had been born to the Lord and Lady. It was rumored that he had a bit of Nordic blood in him. He was a typical young Dark Elf of peasant descent, remarkable only for his size. He also drew the eyes and sighs of more than one pretty Elven lass, although none held his interest for long.

#Morrowind where are all the birds going free#

In his free hours he enjoyed hoisting a mug of ale in the tavern with his friends, and gambling with them at cards. He hoped for a lucky strike at the mines, which would garner him a large bonus. They did well enough, she said, they had enough to fill their bellies, no one could wear more than one suit of clothing at a time, and the roof leaked only when it rained.

His mother made and sold comberry cakes at the city market to help eke out their living. He was a miner, as was his father before him, a common laborer in the mines of the Lord of Mournhold, for his ability in magicka was small. Five hundred years ago in Mournhold, City of Gems, there lived a blind widow and her only child, a tall, strapping young man.