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Going into the world and spreading merriment
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"...you really don't remember," she says, more gently this time.

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"I'm afraid I don't." With some water in him the healing spell helps more. What he needs is a Potion of Cure Poison, he doesn't know the spell for it and it's a pretty hard one anyway. When he opens his eyes his head throbs just a little bit, and it's not enough to prevent him from finally looking around and trying to figure out where he is.

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It seems to be... a temple? The tallest statue by a wall with the offerings looks closest to Dibella, goddess of beauty, love, art, and music, and a table across the room from it has an altar with her holy symbol on it which confirms that it's her.

Winterhold doesn't have a temple to Dibella. It doesn't have a temple to anyone, all of the temples were sacked and their priests left over the years since the Great Collapse.

"You were deep in your cups when you got here," says the presumably-priestess.

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He pushes himself to his feet, slowly, and turns to look at her.

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She could honestly be a mage, with how little her gold and red outfit covers. Which makes sense, Dibella is also the goddess of the erotic arts.

"You were blabbing something about a marriage and a goat, and you said something about Rorikstead, but your speech was so slurred it was hard to make anything out." She looks disapproving but not without sympathy for how clearly he's already suffering the consequences of his actions.

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He has no idea where Rorikstead is.

"...did I do this?" he asks in lieu of responding to that, gesturing at the mess. There are offerings strewn about, a puddle of what looks like wine, two of the tapestries that should've been hanging from a wall aren't, there's something that looks like a giant's toe—gods, what happened yesterday?

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"Yes," she says, some of her earlier irritation seeping back into her voice.

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"I am truly sorry. I can clean and tidy everything up."

And without waiting for a reply he gets to it. The headache is still pounding inside his skull, and as he moves he realises everything aches. What happened last night?

And where is he?

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That melts away the last of her annoyance. After all, who hasn't gotten so drunk they trashed a temple and forgot everything about it? And she can respect the decency of immediately offering to help with that.

"I have a Potion of Cure Poison," she says after a while, sighing.

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"—I appreciate it, ma'am, but I shouldn't like to impose any more than I already gave. I can procure one on my own and not cost your order any more than I already did."

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"Don't worry about that, it's not expensive. Dibella teaches us forgiveness and kindness, and you clearly mean well."

She goes into a side door and returns with a vial filled with a transparent purplish liquid.

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"...my thanks." He accepts it and drinks it all, then casts another heal to make it settle. It helps a lot.

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The priestess decides to help, and from then it doesn't take very long to clean everything up.

"I'm Senna, priestess of Dibella," she says, when they're finally done with everything.

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"Ruby, mage of Winterhold."

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"...Winterhold? You're a far trek from home indeed."

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"Am I? Where, ah, exactly are we?"

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"What's the date?"

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"The 22nd of Last Seed."

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What the fuck.

What the actual fuck. What the shit. Holy crap. What??????

How is he in Markarth. How did he get to Markarth overnight. It's three weeks away by horse! What in Dibella's name is going on.

"Was a woman named Sam with me, last night, when I arrived?" he asks, a little bit unsteadily.

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She frowns. "No, you were on your own. Oh! And I found this note, I assume it's yours?"

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He takes it and reads it.

We need the following to repair the broken staff:

- One giant's toe

- Holy water

- One Hagraven feather

 

Sam

...the broken staff? What broken staff?

What in the name of the Eight and One happened here.

"That, uh, that toe. The big one. Where is it?"

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"...it's in the pile of organic trash. Why?"

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"Apparently I need it. For, uh, magic reasons."

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Mages.

"Well, you're free to take it." Sigh. "Now pray excuse me, I need to attend to my duties."

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