Our travels have brought us to many places. I've seen too many things for one lifetime; if I were to die now, I would die happy. Hm. That's a weird thing to say. I don't want to die, don't get me wrong, but I've done enough adventuring, if I do say so myself. But I don't want to stop, not for a minute.
You've brought me everywhere, all round Skyrim, slaying dragons, pleasing daedra, stealing sweetrolls. I never would have expected that last part, never. Why me, though? I'm a bit of an ass, can't you tell? Whatever. I don't want to leave, and I'll only say that once.
Remember the road to Whiterun, the path we went down far too many times? I get tired of that place, darling. I know it was your home, but those bastard Kahjiit wouldn't leave me alone. It's the armor, isn't it? Damn them. It's just bug bone. Those merchants are already spineless, they could make some themselves. That was a joke, there. You were always one for jokes, I knew, even back then.
But, remember that day when the storm hit? When it was raining, and we walked all the way from Riften to that Balgruuf's stupid wizard's little shop? All you wanted to do was enchant a few weapons, and for some reason, you couldn't do it anywhere else. What's wrong with you? Oh, right, it was Farengar. I know he's a handsome man, but he's rather a cock, don't you think? Whatever. I'm not mad. No, I'm not.
I just was thinking of that time. Before, well, now, I guess. It feels like an age ago, I can't even relate to it. What took us so long? Was it Farengar? Or, no, that stupid werewolf? I hope he has fun with his stupid god and his stupid hunting and… oh, you cured him? Oh, that's right, isn't it? Damn. Well, all the same, I hate him. And stop laughing, you look like a twit.
What's so funny about it? Fine, forget it. No, let's get off it. No. No, it doesn't… fine. If you must know. Yes, you were just as beautiful back then as you are now. I was a bit jealous, now quit it. I notice those things, okay? I'm not blind. Whenever I took my helmet off, I could see it. It was quite stifling in there, it made it hard to see. You're radiant. You always have been. Now, I'm done.
Where'd I put my helmet? Did you take it again? Where is it?
Stop smiling. You look like you just snagged a purse. You're getting better at that, by the by, if you don't mind me saying.