[drevainrex]

3, 21, 142, 223

3-Do you ever wish you were someone else?

“Pfeh. No. Why would I?”

21-What’s your sexual orientation?

“I like the womer I c’n find who knows when t’ hold ‘er tongue.. and when t’ use it. If ya catch my drift.”

142-Anyone you’re giving up on?

“Can’t give up on no one if you ain’t got any faith in ‘em t’ begin with.”

223-What’s more important to you: strength of the body or strength of the mind?

“Strength o’ the mind don’t matter much if their brain’s splattered on th’ground, aye?”

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What do you feel about your son?

“Why he’s the best thing tha’s ever happened t’me. I love ‘im more than Nirn itself.”

Upon realizing that some foul magic had made him say the exact opposite of what he had attempted to, the old mer violently threw his handaxe at the greymage.

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If you hated your wife and kid so much, why stick around?

"'Cause it was my bloody house, ya s'wit! I wasn't gonna leave the house I payed for! They stuck 'round, an' it was more of'a headache t' try an' make'em leave than t' have'em stay. Besides, everyone needs t' let out a bit o' steam now an' then, aye?"

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I am scared of...

“Gettin’ a headache from yer tedious questions. Th’ Nords give me enough without yer help, an’ I’m sure I’ll have a hangover tomorrow, besides.”

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My son is...

“An ill-bred lout. A blood-suckin’ leech. Better off dead. A waste o' further breath.”

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Muscle-bound smelly Nord: *begins dancing and singing to the Ding Dong song by Günther to try to seduce Drevain.

A loud groan of frustration leaves the mer as he rubs his temples. This Nord had either had way too much skooma, or was irrevocably drunk. Or both.

After the last swig of his drink, he throws the mug hard at the Nord, aiming for his head. “Shut up. An’ quit flailin’ about. It’s disgusting.”

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Muscle-bound smelly Nord: Don't listen to anyone else I find your bile personality attractive

“Still ain’t drunk ‘nough,” he muttered into his mug. “Yer cross-contaminatin’ my drink with your stench, n’wah.”

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You want me to bone something where you can't see? Sure just let me get behind you...

The old mer almost choked on his ale, turning his glare full force around to the mage. “I swear to the gods if you touch me I’ll rip it off.”

[drevainrex]

Maybe they'll hire Dalamus on as an assassin. That Bosmer woman who threatened you will do the Black Sacrament, and E'hla will dispatch Dalamus to kill you.

“That coward? An assassin? Ha, s’wit’s more likely t’cower in the shadows than kill anyone. Can’t even pass me by without throwin’ a whiny fit.”

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The Nords think you're great and want to snuggle with you all day long.

Drevain grunted and looked like he might be sick, glaring at any Nord who happened to pass by at that moment.

“I ain’t drunk enough for this.”

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I have the weirdest boner right now

His lip twisted upward with disgust. “Congratulations. Go bone someone where I won’t see.”

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Oh no, that's right. She'll do it for free.

Again, a slight pause. Then a wicked cruel grin appeared on his face.

“Said she was tempted, but also said she’d let the runt do the job. An’ as I said b’fore, the boy’s too afraid. Sent ‘is wife after me t’scare me. Ha!” It was all a bluff.

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Dalamus will do the Black Sacrament and E'hla will kill you.

That actually made the Dunmer pause a moment to glare at the greymage. E’hla was the wench who poisoned him, wasn’t it? Dalamus’ wife? His hand subconsciously rose towards the E-shaped scar on his chest, E’hla’s ‘parting gift’ from when they had met.

“Boy doesn’t ‘ave the guts.”

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You're a shit father, a shit husband and were a shit son

“Ooh, how very scathing o’ you.” The greymage said it as if Drevain would care. He knew it all too well, he just wasn’t concerned or bothered by it.

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"I would murder you slowly. I would tie you down and paralyse you. I would see how good that Dunmeri resistance to fire is. Goodness knows, I might even use you as you're dying, as you used Dalamus' mother without her permission. But first I would beat you, as you beat Dalamus. A mer like you isn't fit to walk this earth, so perhaps I'll cut off your legs first to stop you fleeing."

Drevain paused in drinking his ale and turned his baleful gaze on the Bosmer, raising a brow as if not believing her capable of doing such things.

He made an unimpressed grunt. “Tha’s quite a fantasy, lass. Don’t know how ya learned o’ that, but it’s hardly my problem anymore.  Good riddance t’both. Maybe th’boy’s dead, too, if’e knows what’s good for’im.” With a smirk he went back to his drink, waving her off dismissively.

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“Alone,” he said in response to her question. He wanted to be drinking alone, that’s what. But it didn’t seem like she’d be going anywhere time, soon. But gods be damned if he stopped trying. “Don’t you have someone else you could be pesterin’ besides a Dunmer who ain’t got the time?”

[coldwindscutclean]

“Not at the moment!” Shey chirped back. “And you seemed like the most interesting patron in residence. Besides, I asked what you’d prefer to drink, not how.”

[drevainrex]

"Just my luck," he grumbled under his breath. "But I assure you I'm more interestin' than most'a the Nords you'll find here. Nothin' but a bunch'a whiners is what they are. And if I had a choice, I'd be drinkin' some nice, expensive wine."

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“I got cheap ale, the people are annoyin’, and the company’s gettin’ stale. If yer lookin’ to flatter me with all these cute pet names, I ain’t bitin’. Flattery don’t work on me. Best find someone else to play yer games with, lover.”

[coldwindscutclean]

Shey chuckled, any offense that might have been taken at the old mer’s words bouncing off and away into Oblivion. “You could always improve your circumstances, pretty. What would you prefer to be drinking?”

[drevainrex]

"Alone," he said in response to her question. He wanted to be drinking alone, that's what. But it didn't seem like she'd be going anywhere time, soon. But gods be damned if he stopped trying. "Don't you have someone else you could be pesterin' besides a Dunmer who ain't got the time?"