Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150417225617/@comment-5543592-20150418015513

Dacian sighed. "Fine... whatever." He shrugged, turning away from her, and staring up at Nirn's two moons.

"Weeks ago I walked into Markarth to examine it's crypt, to see if the Dwarves did things differently with thei dead.  I'm a bizarre, disgusting person, I know, save the speel.  I meet this rather greedy, mildly self-conceited. but far too overly empathetic green-haired woman, and we head into the crypt to clear out some fack who's holed up in there.  Next thing you know she's got me and a couple others chasing some Dunmer around Skyrim on the pretenses that the Dunmer is crazy, which she is, but not a... bad crazy.  More like a 'needs help' crazy.  Not that I help people, but I don't know..." He sputtered on, not really aware of how much he was talking. In fact, he was largely ignoring Julie's prescence. "Now I've got Battlemages hunting me because I've come out of hiding, there are those god people you probably heard about, and, on top of that, I'm having these little romantic problems which are totally unlike me." He shrugged again,  tapping the toe of his boot against the street. "All these people are relying on me to care of problems that i create for them and I want nothing to do with it.  I just want to go back to my ruin and run more experiments.  It's safe there.  There's no explosions in my ruin."