“Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so, An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe."

Don't put a stump in there! You're going to end up putting the fire out!

Instead o' that, we stand 'ere like wizened stumps… Freezin' in the wind.

No. The Wild Hunt appeared, attacked Ciri… I couldn't move. Stood there like a stump.

Whoever pulls Hjalmar's axe from the stump at the top of the hill, wins. Stray off the path, and you lose.

One lay there, by the stump, headless. The other hung from a branch, guts splayed, stretchin' down to…

This way not only do I gotta stand here like a stump, but I gotta listen to your whinin' all the while. Shut it, Evald.

When I'm cutting wood, I pretend there's an Imperial soldier's head on the stump.

It's in a hollowed-out tree stump. In the marsh, south of Solitude. Now please, you'll let me go now. Right?

You would violate this marvel of Kynareth's glory to fix that half-breed stump in Whiterun?

Ha! Well it's safely hidden away, in a hollowed-out tree stump. Just outside Riften, tucked away nice and secure. You'll never find it.