A story of two men, two friends a long time ago without swift means of conveyance. Little men, unable to teleport or guard themselves from trouble. One day one of them receives a letter calling him back home.

[He leans into the holding, laying his head upon Emet-Selch's shoulder.]

So his friend goes with him, through treacherous lands on foot. The man who received the letter, Ipsen, has no idea why his friend would endure such hardships.

[He picks a short, lavender hair from Emet-Selch's robes and flicks it away.]

So he asks him, long into the journey, why he would go with him. And his friend's reply is merely that he wanted to go with him.

It's powerful in how simple it is, don't you think so?

[He chuckles, tapping on him for a moment. It's hardly the one liner that fully explains it all. After all, who sent the letter? Who are the villains? But it's alright.]

...There is more to it, surely. But this is as much as I know so far.