The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

shops only start selling it in mass quanities around level 40.

LocationsEdit
■ Blackreach, there are 2 ebony ores near the entrance.
■ Gloombound Mine, Southeast of Windhelm. There are enough veins in the mine to make a full set of armor, including upgrades at the workbench and a weapon. There are also several ebony ores/ingots laying around in and outside of the mine (In carts, on shelves around the Orc blacksmith, and so on).
■ Shore's Stone, 3 Ores can be found by the smelter.
■ Redbelly Mine, on the West side of Shor's Stone, North of Riften. 3 veins can be found at the bottom of the mine.
■ Throat of the World, the highest point in the game. There are 2 veins on the very top.
■ Mzulft, Southeast of Windhelm.

Dearest Lydia,

I deeply regret the incident that took place on Mordnas, 31st of Last Seed, 4E 201, when, during a heated and violent exchange between us and a group of fanatical werewolf hunters, I shot you in the *** with my bow.

I hope that you will understand that I did not intend to shoot even one of my one hundred and fifty rusty iron arrows in your buttocks. My intention was, in fact, to shoot that particular arrow in the eye or mouth of the werewolf hunter standing nearest to you. I do not wish to pass the blame onto the recently deceased, or upon the recently ***-shot, but I want you to understand that when I released the arrow in question, your *** was not in its path.

I do not mean to imply that your *** is large, or that it somehow grew in size while the arrow was flying through the air on its way to its intended target, I only mean to say that it’s possible that you moved or slipped your *** into the path of the arrow after I had let it go. I want to suggest this because after I shot you, you shouted at me to remind me that we are on the same side. But I did not forget. I would never forget that.

I would next like to apologize for shooting you in the *** again shortly after the first and aforementioned incident, and two more times after that. I did not learn my lesson the first time, so I had remained in a crouched position, which facilitated my filling your *** with additional unwanted arrows. Again you shouted at me, but I was lost in the heat of battle. I am sorry. After we handily dispatched the werewolf hunters, I attempted to examine your *** and treat it with first aid, but the arrows I had shot into your cheeks had, curiously, disappeared. I am not, however, accusing you of lying about my archery miscues. I was only trying to help.

Lydia, you are my first companion, and I am not yet fully accustomed to fighting alongside someone else, but I want to express how grateful I am for you, for your service in placing your body in front of the arrows and swords of my enemies, all of which you do because I bravely hid inside of a tower for fifteen minutes taking pot shots at a rampaging dragon, after which heroic deed you were sworn by your masters to serve me until your death.

I am grateful for your willingness to carry the trash I compulsively pick up at each locale we visit, even if each time I ask you to take something off my hands, you roll your eyes and sarcastically respond that “I am sworn to carry your burdens.” Let’s be honest, after all. You have taken many liberties with my equipment. I do, for instance, expect that enchanted dwarven armor washed and returned to me before we part ways.

Lydia, I am sorry I bought a horse. Or rather, I am sorry you hate my horse. She is much faster than you. She is much hardier than you. She can run up cliffs. You wear heavy armor, run slowly, have a strong aversion to rocks, elevated terrain of any kind, and logical pathfinding--to wit, I would specifically like to apologize for what happened on the evening of Middas, 2nd of Hearthfire, when I accidentally left you behind and alone at Hamvir’s Rest to fight four reanimated skeletons, a zombie, and three wolves. I felt impressed to make a quick escape because I heard the roar of a nearby dragon which I was unprepared to face.

I would also like to apologize for leaving you alone to fight a dragon.

Your loving thane,

Anders

P.S. I don't remember inviting you to live in my house.