He gestured to the bartender to reserve some bottles of mead for Baphomet and continued looking into the fireplace.
"You're one to judge MY habits..."
...
"I'm here to get shitfaced."
He sips a cup of ale through his helmet.
He gestured to the bartender to reserve some bottles of mead for Baphomet and continued looking into the fireplace.
He’s enjoying the bright stars in the sky at his manor, while peaceful music succumbs to the air around him. Peaceful. Solace. And absolute comfort.
Wish he had a lover to move in with him, the house is too big for someone like him.
He’s enjoying the bright stars in the sky at his manor, while peaceful music succumbs to the air around him. Peaceful. Solace. And absolute comfort.
Wish he had a lover to move in with him, the house is too big for someone like him.
He sips a cup of ale through his helmet.
“Ahem, knock or open the door next time. This is a local inn.”
He sips a cup of ale through his helmet.
“Ahem, knock or open the door next time. This is a local inn.”
"WAAASSSSAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP?"
“Ahem, knock or open the door next time. This is a local inn.”
“This poor sob of a Dunmer was slain by a guard of Cheydinhal. Simply put, the captain here has gone corrupt and taxed/fined everybody to Oblivion. He took the man’s house after the loss of his wife and charged him six times from drunkery.”
It feels very frustrated to say those words.
“This poor sob of a Dunmer was slain by a guard of Cheydinhal. Simply put, the captain here has gone corrupt and taxed/fined everybody to Oblivion. He took the man’s house after the loss of his wife and charged him six times from drunkery.”
It feels very frustrated to say those words.