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Skyrim Walkthrough Part 26 - A Cornered Rat

Find Esbern hiding like "A Cornered Rat" in the Riften Ratway in Skyrim with this online demo.


Lowlife: That's it? That's all you've got.

Vekel the Man: Give it up, Brynjolf. Those days are over.

Faendal: I'll see you in pieces!

Thalmor Soldier: There's the Blades agent! Kill him!

I'll see you burn!

The Thalmor's memory is long.

I'll make him pay.

Faendal: Enough! This ends now!

Thalmor Soldier: You wish to defeat me?

Faendal: Victory . . .

Thalmor Soldier: Impossible.

Hefid the Deaf: Knife. Yes. Book. Yes. Inkpot? No.

Esbern: Go away.

What?! No, that's not me. I'm not Esbern. I don't know what you're talking about.

Delphine? How do you . . . So you've finally found her. And she led you to me. And here I am, caught like a rat in a trap.

Ah, indeed, indeed. I do remember. Delphine really is alive then? You'd better come in then and tell me how you found me and what you want.

Hefid the Deaf: Inkpot.

Esbern: This'll just take a moment.

Hefid: Book. Knife.

Esbern: This one always sticks. There we go.

Only a couple more.

There we are.

That's better. Now we can talk.

So Delphine keeps up the fight, after all these years. I thought she'd have realized it's hopeless by now. I tried to tell her years ago.

Haven't you figured it out yet? What more needs to happen before you all wake up and see what's going on?

Hefid the Deaf: Bucket.

Esbern: Alduin has returned, just like the prophecy said. The Dragon from the dawn of time, who devours the souls of the deaf, no one can escape his hunger, here or in the afterlife. Alduin will devour all things, and the world will end. Nothing can stop him.

I tried to tell them. They wouldn't listen. Fools. It's all come true. All I could do was watch our doom approach.

Yes! Yes! You see, you know, but you refuse to understand!

Oh, yes, it's all been foretold. The end has begun. Alduin has returned. Only a Dragonborn can stop him. But no Dragonborn has been known for centuries. It seems that the gods have grown tired of us. They've left us to our fate, as the plaything of Alduin the World-Eater.

Hefid the Deaf: Inkpot. Stone. Bucket . . .

Esbern: What? You are . . . Can it really be true? Dragonborn? Then . . . Then there is hope. The gods have not abandoned us. We must . . . We must . . . We must go, quickly now. Take me to Delphine. We have much to discuss.

But give me just a moment. I must gather a few things.

Hefid the Deaf: Bucket. Yes. Inkpot. No.

Esbern: I'll need . . . No, no, useless trash. Where'd I put my annotated Anuad?

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