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“Yeah, I did it. What do you want? An apology?”
"I thought we had whacha call an understandin but maybe ya are as dumb as I thought, tryna pull that crap. Do I look like apologies mean shit ta me?" She scowls, ill tempered. "Replacements is what I want."
Excuse me, miss? I'm collecting alms. You know, for the winter. Do you think you could lend a hand? [[SORRY I COULDN'T RESIST]]
"This just takes the fuckin cake." She isn't actually talking to the priestess, more to herself than anything. Faenthil stares at her with what is almost admiration for having the guts to approach her for alms.
"No. Go away, girlie."
The Lord!))
What do you know of your ancestors?"We really doin this?" She looks impossibly bored. "Mum's Bosmer. Dad's Bosmer n half Redguard. His mum's Redguard, so I heard. Farmers, tha fuckin lot of em, 'cept Granny. After that, I don't give a shit. I don't give a shit now."
[The Thief, The Serpent]
What do you feel guilty about?"Not a fuckin thing."
What is the worst you've done?"I'm two hunnerd n fifty six an I been thievin an banditin since I was 15. Ain't much I haven't done." Faenthil grumbles, crossing her arms. "Use yer imagination."
Do you usually kill and loot anyone that looks like they've got something good, or do you just take their stuff and let them go?
'S dangerous, killin like a fool. I do it, course, but only when I can't intimidate someone outta their shit instead. If I killed anyone what crosses my path, I'd get a name for meself, an bounty hunters on toppa that. I ain't got time fer it.
Sides, if I leave 'em alive, next time they pass through they'll have more shit I can steal.
kii-nam:
"And if I have nothing of value on me?" which really this lady would be better off robbing the people he passed along the way, he wasn’t going to take shit from anyone.
Since yer bein' a irritatin' li'l shit about it, I'd kill ya if I can't profit off a ya.
Which's it gonna be?
"And who might you be? I'm not accepting contracts you know..."
Who the fuck said anything about a contract.
Yer in my way.
((So what was your childhood like? Who raised you? What were they like? Did you have a lot of friends, a few or, none? Any pets? Any memories in particular that stand out to you, good or bad? If there was one thing you could change about it, would you, and if so, what would you change? :3c))
Oi.... Oi. You gotta buy me at least.... five ales fer that kinda info.
But ok. Uh..
If bein a kid's fulla climbin trees, broken bones, and skinnin my knees on rocks, then my childhood was normal. Sure I fought with my sibs more'n they fought with me, but them prissy ass idiots never could figure out how t' rub my face in th' dirt like I rubbed theirs. 'Course I had friends too, an they was more my kinda people. We was a terror on th' countryside, so long as you wasn't more than a foot taller than us. I miss those morons.
Fuck, we was on a farm. Hell yeah there was animals an' pets. I always got along best with th' barn cats, though. They knew how th' peckin order worked. Ain't really whacha call pet material though.
It was pretty funny when Taddy- Thadeus, can ya believe parents would do something like that to their kid?- got it in his head that he liked me. Kept givin me shit. But we was kids, and he didn't even know how t' fight at all. A chump if there ever was one. I took th' presents, course, but it never went nowhere.
Nah. Wouldn't change nothin. It was a pretty good time, when ya add everythin' up. Course nothin's sunshine and daisies alla time, but shit, that's how life goes, don't it?
