Nothing... I was just a little overwhelmed by the amount of energy expended here.

The energy that comes from the thrill of the hunt...

won't be fit for an imaginative yet energetic school life.

The souls of my terrified prey give me energy.

The tears of love and vigor...

I don't look down on those willing to expend energy.

even if it's hard to get out of the house or onto the train, it's motivational!

Wanderer like you needs a little fire in the veins. Some spiced wine?

No, no, no! Your expression, your posture - they must be just so! You must look alive, with fire in your gaze! Lethargy is out of the question!

It's called the Nightweaver's Band. I wore this for years. I want you to have it now. It'll give your magic and sneakiness some much needed ""oomph.""

Forgive me for worrying about the future of Markarth. The lifeblood of a city is gold, Igmund, and it doesn't stop bleeding because there's a war on.