Secrets were the most precious things found in all of Skyrim. Everyone had them. Thalendar had discovered quite a few since he'd come to this dreary place and made even more. Sharp, small secrets. Warm, soft, loud secrets. Secrets that breathed and secrets that didn't. Secrets whispered into the night because in the daylight they weren't bearable. Secrets of allies and sharing, of companionship, friendship, secrets that belonged to many, secrets that belonged to some, secrets that were all his. Secrets of truths, secrets of lies.
But his greatest secret was that he would kill to protect all the others.
