‘Please no more,’ pleaded an exhausted Vilja as she trudged through the mire North of Morthal, her immaculate blonde locks in a mess of sweat and sludge. Taking the banter in good cheer she gave a theatrical bow and blew her audience a kiss from her rich mauve lips. She picked the bounty notice off the board in the guild, only to be met by cat whistles and derogatory remarks by the predominantly male fraternity.
‘No one until now,’ thought Deana silently. Rumoured as no one has yet come close to it. As white as the first winter snow, it is rumoured to have some magical property. Rumoured to be over 3.5 meters tall, with large white antlers crowning its majestic head, its body was covered in pristine white fur. Several guild members based out in the wild had heard many rumours about is sighting. It seemed that Great White, a stag of some legendary status had been spotted in the marshes to the North of Morthal.
No sooner had the bear pelts been delivered, Deanathala was once off again on Guild business.
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