Fultheim

A male Nord, approximately age 60, Fultheim is a former Blade. He is one of the few to survive the events following the Great War. An expert infiltrator and sharpshooter, he was once one of the Blades' top reconnaissance agents. Before joining the Dragonborn's quest to defeat Alduin, Fultheim can be found at the Nightgate Inn, a seemingly unsuspecting drunk.

Quests

 * Against All Odds
 * The Well-Read Scoundrel
 * The Resurrection at Great Henge
 * The Resurrection at Morkhaan Yal
 * The Battle at Markarth

Background
During his time with the Blades, Fultheim became close to Delphine, though their duties prevented a genuine romance from materializing. After the White-Gold Concordat effectively disbanded the Blades, Fultheim disappeared. He was officially declared missing-in-action, presumed dead.

In the 30 year since, he has remained an active rogue operative in Skyrim. While evading capture, he singlehandedly sabotaged many of the Thalmor's operations throughout the province. However, his isolation and risk-taking behavior drove him to alcoholism, and his bold counter-espionage campaign against the Thalmor became increasingly reckless.

When Delphine returned to Skyrim, she began to suspect that he was still alive and active, occasionally hearing stories through her contacts which were reminiscent of his handiwork.

Interactions
After A Blade In The Dark, Delphine will mention an old friend, a former Blade, that she believes may still be alive and active in Skyrim, and sends the Dragonborn to locate him, initating the quest Against All Odds.

The Dragonborn is sent to Nightgate Inn, Fultheim's old watering hole. There, a chance conversation with a mercenary will reveal that the Thalmor have hired a merc band to flush him out of a cave. The Dragonborn and Lydia disguise themselves as mercenaries, sabotage their camp, and enter the cave to rescue Fultheim.

Inside, they find many dead mercenaries and Thalmor agents, who have fallen prey to Fultheim's traps. The cave links up with a Dwemer ruin, where the automated defenses have picked off more of the mercs. Coming upon a dead end, the Dragonborn and Lydia find the remaining Thalmor agents, who have Fultheim pinned. Creating a distraction, the Dragonborn and Lydia meet up with Fultheim and use the traps to finish of the Thalmor and escape.

Back at The Sleeping Giant Inn, Fultheim informs Delphine of the Thalmor's recent activity, since the advent of the dragon crisis. They are after an Argonian smuggler, who has been tracked to Morthal. With Fultheim's help, the Dragonborn and Lydia go investigate, initating The Well-Read Scoundrel.

Fultheim leads a number of Blades missions, and serves as a trainer and mentor to the new recruits. As time passes, he gains control over his drinking and his friendship with Delphine is renewed. Unfortunately, he is killed saving the Dragonborn at The Battle at Markarth, when the dragon Lokahdir crashes into the bridge above Understone Keep, causing it to collapse.

Combat
Fulheim is an expert infiltrator and marksman. He is skilled in lockpicking, pickpocketing, sneaking, archery, and light armor.

Due to the training he offers the group, when Fultheim is in the Dragonborn's squad, they receive a 10% increase in chance of crtical hit.

Personality
Fultheim has developed a severe drinking habit since his days in service to the Blades. His is brash, foul-mouthed, irreverent, and insesitive. However, he is also honest and loyal, and takes on the role of mentor to the new Blades. He and Delphine were once romantically involved, and as such, he occasionally makes inappropriate remarks to her. He also knows Elenwen personally.

Despite his age and drinking problems, he is still physically fit and a capable warrior. However, he prefers stealth over combat, and usually avoids frontal assaults.

Quotes

 * "Elenwen send you? Well you can tell that frigid bitch that I'll see her in Oblivion"
 * "I've been a royal pain the Thalmors' collective ass for decades. About time they send their spook after me. But whatever they're planning, it's big."
 * "You want to what? Fight dragons? I guess I'm not the only one who's been hittin' the sauce."
 * "If you're the last hope for mankind... we are royally screwed. No offense, kid."
 * "What do you want?"