Human skin, it turns out, doesn't quite have the hair density to make for very good leather. Dragonborn make nice boots, however.

Caedra just seems to grin more at the correction, visibly entertained by how irritated the boy looks. "You've been keeping up with the news! I'm flattered. Or I would be, except that you seem to think I owe you some sort of explanation - ooh, or a description! Perhaps that's what you're after. Would you like to hear about how how that seamstress' brains splattered across the floor?"

She may be small but Caedra isn't about to back down. In fact, if Kelson doesn't speak up quickly, it looks like she's about to elaborate, as she busily dreams up a scenario far gorier than the reality of the event to relate to him, eager to stir him into a rage since it's looking like that might be very easy to do.