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"To each their own. I won't be upset if the Empire wins, and I'm not going to be overjoyed either," "but anyone who just sides with the Dominion is someone I wouldn't be very friendly with." Taking away one's faith, to me, is terrible. I've never been a very religious person, but it's still not right. I understand that they didn't have much a choice - being forced by the Elves and all that. At the very least - if the Empire were to win - the people who still revered Talos could practice their faith in secret.

"Trust me, I hate the Aldmeri Dominion as much as any Nord does, and I am not the biggest fan of te Empire right now in their current state, but I'd rather side with the imperials than fight for people who would just as soon throw me down with the argonians as they would mock me. I'm not directing that at all Nords, just the Stormcloaks. They're purpose is good and respectable, but their leader is not. I do not like Ulfric in the slightest," he shook his head, "If they were fighting explicitly for their secession from the Empire, or even just the right to Worship Talos, who I worship as well, by the way, then I'd fight with them, but this war is about Ulfric getting power. I was there for part of the Markarth incident. I will not let that happen to the rest of Skyrim."

"That's why I'm not in Ulfric's army. If he wasn't seeking as much power, then I would line up immediately. To me, both sides almost have an equal amount of both advantages and disadvantages. Throw in a few more personal reasons and they're completely balanced out." My mind turns to the people I've known - and held rather dear to me - that have been either hurt or killed by both groups. Only two had any involvement with the war. Oh, the Markarth Incident... I've heard mixed reports on that. Some say that Ulfric ordered the execution of everyone who didn't fight with him, others say that was a biased Imperial report. "Did he actually order the deaths of everyone who refused to stand with them?" I ask, having never been in contact with anyone who remembered it.

He frowned but nodded, "I watched a mother with a newborn get killed because she wouldn't fight for him. I got everyone I could find onto a carriage and sent them away then I locked myself in my home. I did not want to fight the entire Nord militia."

My facial expression turned bitter, a hint of disappointment showing. "And to think, that man commands an entire army, as well as Eastmarch." You would think that he'd at least have enough in his heart to let a mother and her child go. Guess not. All the more reason to dislike him.

"He let the child go. Fortunately I got the poor thing onto a carriage with someone else."

"Good. Poor thing." Probably got shipped off to the orphanage. No one deserves that - doesn't matter what they've done, they shouldn't have to endure that. "Still doesn't make what he did right, though..." This is pretty much obvious, so mainly it was just ke thinking aloud. I do talk to myself sometimes.

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"Well obviously. I saw him kill a 12 year old boy because he wouldn't fight. Just cut off his head," Dmitri shuddered at the memory, "I hate the Aldmeri Dominion, but they never killed children and mothers for not fighting."

"This is true. Compared to that, what the Dominion's done is insignificant. Even though they do capture and torture whoever goes against their beliefs, that it still worse. Which is really sad." Not sure if I'd be able to watch that and refrain from killing whoever gave the order to murder those people - which would likely cause my own death as well.

"The Dominion is mild in comparison to Ulfric," he continued, "They are harsh and sometimes cruel, but they are not murderous," he sighed, "Skyrim has too many good folk in it for Ulfric to be able to rule."

"It would be better if the Stormcloaks had a different ruler. A little less demanding, for a start. If people don't want to support him, he should leave them be." People - especially in Eastmarch - are constantly bothered about joining the army. Even those who have served and left due to permanent injury.

"Agreed," he nodded, "I'd be glad to put my through his spine," he huffed and turned his head to look at her, "I hope you don't think I'm a bad person for that."

"No, I don't. You've got a good reason to think that." Some people have no reason for taking people down - that's what I have a problem with. "A reason I can't find much fault in."

He smiled, "Skyrim belongs to the Nords, but to the ones like you," he smiled.
That night, Dmitri sat quietly in Candlehearth Hall, sipping a mug of mead and lounging comfortably. He had removed his armor, which was now sitting neatly in the room he had rented, and he was wearing fine, black and gray clothes and no boots. His bare, furred feet were propped up on an ottoman, being warmed by the fire.

Dmitri decided to stay at Candlehearth Hall for the night, I of course was staying at home. Hjolfgr had been kind enough to fix my Ebony armor for me while I was away. The usual exchange of information occurred, and he agreed to helping the Orphanage out. Again, Stormcloak recruiters had left a letter for us, requesting assistance in the war. Hjolfgr saved it for me - and upon looking at it, I ripped it up. Those get annoying after the second one. My steel armor now lie back in its little cupboard, now that my ebony armor was repaired I will not be needing it for some time. Until I get tired enough to sleep, I'll be reading a history book. I've had little more than education in reading and writing.

The next morning, Dmitri came and knocked on her door. He was all suited up with his helmet under his arm.
"Good morning," he smiled at whoever it was that opened the door.

"Morning," I hear Hjolfgr say when he opens the door. I had just found my arrows - which he moved on accident - and was now behind him. "you're the cat... hold on." he says and turns around, jumping a bit when he sees me. "Wasn't trying to scare you, just so you know. I'll see you soon." I smile and sling the quiver over my shoulder before walking past him. "Sleep well?" I ask Dmitri.

"'Cat' is a somewhat derogatory word... I would appreciate it if you didn't call me that. My name is Dmitri," he gave a respectful bow to the Nord man then smiled when he saw Sinia.
"I slept well, thank you. How about yourself?"

"Sorry, we don't get many of your folk around here. I had no idea you find it offensive. I do remember her telling me your name. I'm lucky if I remember my own. Which is Hjolfgr." He dipped his head, returning the respective gesture in his own way. One minute he acts like an idiot, the next, not so much. Very unpredictable. "Not too bad," I respond. "It's nice to return here when I can."

"It's always good to visit home, even if the jarl is a homicidal maniac," he said quietly enough that only Sinia could hear.
Once they were back out on the road, on horses, he looked over at the woman, "I'm goin to tell you a story, a true story... You tell me if you think I'm a bad father. Be honest, okay?"