"It's been a while since I've had the chance for a common pleasure."

"And you're making more progress convincing me to share mine..."

"After I get a bath."

"Progress!"

"Here's to progress."

Speaking of...

They're nearly at Riverwood.

And is it open to visitors?

Seems so - it's not like it has a full gate, anyways, and there's a few people in the streets but no obvious guards, and no one bars their way. No one seems particularly worried either, except one old woman loudly insisting she saw a dragon and being treated like she must be confused. 

She's right, though. There was a dragon. At Helgen. Burned the village down.

Alarmed skepticism!

But Glint backs her up and - when she's trying - she's weirdly good at sounding perfectly sane despite the pretty obvious ties to Sheogorath.

(Useful talent, that.)

If they want Elerki's opinion, they'll keep a watch on the sky, their bows to hand, and sand buckets at the ready. But she's for the inn and a hot bath to wash off the ashes, rather than argue in the street.

They can detangle themselves, and Glint already knows where the inn is. 

...She doesn't happen to be able to loan Elerki some money to pay for the bath, does she?

"I can even give you some, no strings attached."

"Very generous of you."

"I'm the kind of crazy girl who gives nice gifts to pretty girls I just met."

"That's a madness I can get behind."

"Considering converting?"

"Depends how many of your other tenets involve pretty girls."

"Well, it's a pretty flexible doctrine... I can add all the pretty girls I like."

"That's convenient."

"It's a major draw."

"I'm sure it would be."

"Helped reel me in, certainly."

Laugh.

"I think more gods should try that strategy."