Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-5824038-20160308184211

The Brass Knight looked with interest at Dunistair as he left to stand guard.

''Ah, I see. Why should we make merry, I bet he thinks. He is so young and naive...''

He stood up and walked over to join the Breton, if only for a moment.

'You know,' he began in a low voice, 'I used to think the same as you. How can anyone enjoy themselves with this curse afflicting them? The world is crumbling, why are we finding the time to make merry? Perhaps after a dozen deaths you will come to realise, the world is... well, for want of a better term... the world is fucked. Nothing we can ever do to fix that, and we were the ones that screwed it up.'

Hearing the arrogant Altmer speak in such coarse terms probably came as a bit of a surprise, but to Glorfindel it was a natural transition.

'Once you realise that, everything becomes much easier. Because, think about it, there's no inherent value to anything we do! So by that same logic, nothing we do can ever matter. No matter how often we fail and die, it will not make any difference. Tamriel will still fade and choke and die. So why not lighten up? Whether we enjoy ourselves tonight or not makes no difference to our quest, we are doomed to fail right from the start.'