Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170804175219/@comment-5583506-20170810030707

"Why not just ask us why the hell the snow is white?" grunted Torbjorn. "This is ridiculous."

He was in no mood for games and tricks. If it had been up to him, he would've rather just forced an answer out of the old man. Riddles and the like was Shanks' territory. No doubt the Khajiit had the old man figured out already by now. The old coot was no match for the esoteric knowledge Shanks possessed. He could already see how Shanks was concentrating, expecting that whatever the Khajiit was thinking on, it would lead to their victory in no time.

Cheese on bread... the Khajiit reflected absent-mindedly. ''Yes, that will make for a nice meal once this little ordeal is over with. Maybe with some Alto wine? No, too spicy. Or maybe too strong? Or was that another beverage altogether?''