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	~~{{Quelle~~		#WEITERLEITUNG [[Oblivion:Brief an Zuhause]]
	~~\|Spiel = The Elder Scrolls IV:~~ Oblivion
	~~\|Originaltitel =~~
	~~\|Buchtitel = Letter Home~~
	~~\|Untertitel =~~
	~~\|Autor =~~
	~~\|Wert = 10~~
	~~\|Gewicht = 1.00~~
	~~\|Oblivion = Letter Home~~
	~~\|Inhalt =~~
	~~Courier's NoticeConveyance via:~~
	~~Narsis~~
	~~Balfalls~~
	~~Vivec~~
	~~Suran~~
	~~Personal CorrespondenceOrigin withheld~~

	~~I miss you more with each passing night. My only comfort is knowing that the~~

	~~wages I'm earning now will ensure our comfort when I return. I couldn't~~

	~~believe the pay this lunatic was offering, and I doubt we would have followed~~

	~~him all the way to Cyrodiil otherwise. The fool thinks he'll overthrow the~~

	~~Empire, Vaermina take him! I figure we'll end up deserting soon, just as~~

	~~soon as we've gotten as much pay as we can without actually following this~~

	~~addled madman into battle.~~

	~~We've hardly crossed the border, but already I can tell you~~: ~~Cyrodiil is~~ an

	~~awful place. We have nothing but iron to work with. There's no art to iron~~

	~~armor. I tried using the bones of beasts killed in the local forest, but~~

	~~they are brittle and won't bear the force of the hammer.~~

	~~Even with decent materials, this would be a dull post. We must be a mile~~

	~~underground and a league from civilization. I don't envy the courier who~~

	~~carries this letter! I pass the time in conversation with the other~~

	~~apprentice. We always seem to have a good laugh at the expense of the~~

	~~Forgemaster; in private, of course.~~

	~~I can't wait to see your family home in Suran. I've never actually been to~~

	~~Vvardenfell; I've heard much of it's charm. I'm pleased and suprised to hear~~

	~~that you've begun saving for our own home already. You say you're~~

	~~working for somebody named Desele? The pay must be very good, but when I~~

	~~return you won't need to keep it up. You never mentioned, by the way, what~~

	~~sort of work you're doing.~~

	~~I'm still not sure how this crazy wizard is paying wages for us and his army~~

	~~of mercenaries and laborers. We don't use half the ore mined here for~~

	~~smithing, so I figure he must sell the surplus iron, but I see no evidence of~~

	~~it, nor do I think it would produce such a fortune. I think he's Telvanni,~~

	~~perhaps folk in the area near you have heard if he's from wealthy stock?~~

	~~I fear I must conclude, my love; the forgemaster is demanding another parcel~~

	~~of iron-shod boots. How many more pairs could we possibly need?~~


	}}

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{{Quelle
|Spiel = The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
|Originaltitel =
|Buchtitel = Letter Home
|Untertitel =
|Autor =
|Wert = 10
|Gewicht = 1.00
|Oblivion = Letter Home
|Inhalt =
Courier's NoticeConveyance via:
Narsis
Balfalls
Vivec
Suran
Personal CorrespondenceOrigin withheld

I miss you more with each passing night. My only comfort is knowing that the

wages I'm earning now will ensure our comfort when I return. I couldn't

believe the pay this lunatic was offering, and I doubt we would have followed

him all the way to Cyrodiil otherwise. The fool thinks he'll overthrow the

Empire, Vaermina take him! I figure we'll end up deserting soon, just as

soon as we've gotten as much pay as we can without actually following this

addled madman into battle.

We've hardly crossed the border, but already I can tell you: Cyrodiil is an

awful place. We have nothing but iron to work with. There's no art to iron

armor. I tried using the bones of beasts killed in the local forest, but

they are brittle and won't bear the force of the hammer.

Even with decent materials, this would be a dull post. We must be a mile

underground and a league from civilization. I don't envy the courier who

carries this letter! I pass the time in conversation with the other

apprentice. We always seem to have a good laugh at the expense of the

Forgemaster; in private, of course.

I can't wait to see your family home in Suran. I've never actually been to

Vvardenfell; I've heard much of it's charm. I'm pleased and suprised to hear

that you've begun saving for our own home already. You say you're

working for somebody named Desele? The pay must be very good, but when I

return you won't need to keep it up. You never mentioned, by the way, what

sort of work you're doing.

I'm still not sure how this crazy wizard is paying wages for us and his army

of mercenaries and laborers. We don't use half the ore mined here for

smithing, so I figure he must sell the surplus iron, but I see no evidence of

it, nor do I think it would produce such a fortune. I think he's Telvanni,

perhaps folk in the area near you have heard if he's from wealthy stock?

I fear I must conclude, my love; the forgemaster is demanding another parcel

of iron-shod boots. How many more pairs could we possibly need?

}}

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