(No Lies~) What's the worse thing that's happened to you because you were a Dunmer? ))
“Having my father be thrown into the Nordic tombs to rot and die of preventable infection is pretty high on that list, I think.” Brethyn remarks dryly, twirling his pipe around his fingers.
“But to me personally, we certainly can’t forget the numerous beatings in side-alleys, the slurs thrown day and night, and of course, the eternally lingering suspicion from people I’ve known since they were babes in their mother’s arms. I couldn’t recommend it more sincerely if you held a knife to my throat."
"Which, naturally, has also happened on account of being a Dunmer.” He tags a long drag from his pipe and blows the smoke at the questioner’s face.







