Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161224133825/@comment-24510587-20161226223031

"What aren't I doing in Skyrim?" Loren laughed. "Wandering, drinking, fucking, brawling... I heard word of some Half-Gods pillaging Falkreath, and I decided that since I was in the neighbourhood, I might as well see if I could do something about it. Anything to keep me distracted from the things I inherited from the old man, eh?"

Ambroise glanced at the man, not at all at ease around such casual extravagance. "You don't seem very bothered by talking about your Daedric heritage in front of strangers. The authorities would arrest you if they found out."

"If the parties in the taverns, the entire barrels of ale running out in hours, and the Dremora following me around can't tip them off, then literally saying that I'm a Half-God to their face won't make it clear to them either. 'Sides, any friend of Kyrnil is a friend of mine. If you're in with him, you won't mind another Half-God sticking around either."

Loren emptied the remaining contents of his flask into his mouth, and wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand.

"So, you lot probably know more about what we're up against than I do. Care to bring me up to speed?"