SKYRIM


"Was his own fault, told him not to drink at the alchemy table.

Waving her hand in the direction of the body, the familiar 'I told you so' gesture in motion...

"Not so smart now are you Drelas? Picked up the wrong bottle that time idiot..."

She stops for a moment, thinking on the repercussions of what has happened.

"Oh nice, free house! Oh damn - I'm going to have to bury him, he weights a ton. Wonder if I can get a giant to lift him for me?"

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