2 - Krashing in Karthwasten

Un starts picking a trader's brain on how to make an honest coin around here...

...Interesting. A little bit of detective work, maybe. And profit for a lady with an eye for antiques. Thank you, Gog.

This honest skipper takes Man, Mer and Chicken (left) to harsher places still.

Ah, now this feels like home, like Vvardenfell. This exploited dock worker, outnumbered by Nords, Reachmen, Orc and Dunmer, lives in his very own Yoku Empire. Un makes sure to answer respectfully, calling him N'wah but in such a nice tone he thinks it means sir.

The very first Witchman Of The Reach. Six eyes? A devotee of Mephala? Un doesn't dare ask yet.

Her very special knack, the Beggar's Nose, doesn't tell her much today. What's that in the water...

Oh my.

This lil F'lah is much too adorable to butcher for meat and besides, Un is a House Dunmer, a city Dunmer and prefers her food to taste good.

The Harbor office is unremarkable but the clerk offers training, for a price. He also may be trying to sell her a house.

Exploring this place furhter might be fruitful, but there are locks and guards.

A handsome crate

 

The town proper lies to the south. When trying to climb the cliffs Un Ravel finds herself sunk in some kind of grey snow sludge. Peculiar.

The Road to Karthwasten

The corpse of a suburb

If things take a turn, maybe Un can camp in this ruined farming outskirt. This is a country mutilated by war and worse.

There is a caravaner outside the gate, always happy to talk as is their way. And we have the first crash of this mod when we ask him for specific places.