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Sam and Gaberdine chance upon an elf in the woods...
Script:
- "Hail Stranger, I come in peace. My name is Sam the Knight..."
- "I don't think she can hear you my Lady..."
- "She sleeps soundly for such a damp place"
- "The soundest sleep of all... She has shuffled off this mortal coil, passed on from the realm of Nirn... Her string of fate has been cut, her brief candle snuffed out... Her soul rests in Oblivion now, or whatever Sovngarde awaits the Elves in that great beyond... That undiscovered land..."
- "Ah, I see... Well best loot the body then"
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Don't forget to strip the corpse as well
Thanks for commenting Kamikaze
I used to work in a nursing home and we had a co-worker who would bristle whenever someone beat around the bush with death. "Passed-on" "no-longer-with-us" not for him: He'd just tell the relatives "Their dead" as bluntly as a sack of hammers.
"It cut through a lot of confusion and let them understand the weight of the situation" he would say.
Why soften the blow when a ton of bricks or a ton of feathers have the same weight at the end of the day, I guess.
When I had to break that news I could never be that blunt... Instinct would cause me to muddy the water, trying to soften the blow.
That Gaberdine certainly does waffle on a bit though, a bit of a worry when I only have finite space on the page and he starts to wax poetical. I, on the other hand, am clear and precise in my words and never say more then I mean to, or get sidetracked and start to ramble... *cough cough*... :/