Settling for an eve of Skyrim with a mug of honest to god mead. MEAD PEOPLE, MEAD.
Scribbled in a margin:
“Damnit Braith, again?”
Note to self: Brew more True Shot elixirs. Give Farkas more healing potions. Learn to apologize without giggling.
Ahh Braith, you’re the best. I’ll shout you a drink next time you’re at the Flagon; aim like that really needs to be rewarded.
What needs to be rewarded is how much whining I have to put up with after it happens. You’d think an arrow to the throat was lethal or something. I’m thinking “What, you can still talk, we’re good! Now come over here so I can get that back. Elven arrows are hard to find.”
Waste not, want not! He could at least pull them out for you, if he’s going to be prancing about and catching them with his body parts.
Finished Dark Brotherhood last night, need someone to share spoilery feelings with. ANYONE? =(