Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25146201-20131018033943/@comment-8209010-20131019171506

Thoran had a flashback:

It was cold, as it always was in Skyrim. Thoran was young, about 10. A woman, his mother, was beckoning him to come to her. He smiled and ran to her, and they embraced. She was a sorceress and an expert on the Dwemer. Karina had taught him about the deep-elves, enchanting, and all things magical. They released each other, and she handed him a piece of metal. "I found this on my last trip, keep it for me will you?" she said. Thoran smiled and nodded. She said goodbye and then mounted her horse and rode off down the road, leaving him with his uncle. Just as she was almost out of sight, she turned back and waved. He smiled and waved back to her as she left for the last time.

Thoran opened his eyes, wiping off a single tear.