A friend of the Master lived on the cliffs near town, we went to visit him.
He asked us to share with him, our favorite memory of the Master.
In my normal manner, I was quick to dismiss this request, until one memory popped into my head.
I had had a moment of weakness. My family's ancestral death day had passed the day before and I hadn't been able to make a proper offering. Great grandfathers, this was the very first time in my life I hadn't been able to celebrate together with my family. I longed for the comfort of my quarters, for my workshop in the guildhall, for the warmth of my clan. I felt homesick.
"She gave me this, to remind me of home." I had said to the Dragonborn, showing him the hematite gem the Master had given me.
He seemed satisfied at that. I don't know if he pitied me, or if he was simply happy to know a new story.