Ale is the best friend of friends!
Well, it is done: i now simply await the designated time whereupon the chimes toll twelve come earliest morning on Saturn's Day and Red Alfyn, ruddy of hue and bloody of temper ventures forth into the land of Skyrim.
...'course, now i am well and truly broke! Which, you know - i've been there before? So, not troublesome. I do regret not being able to spend tons of ill-gotten cash on unnecessarily expensive clothing perhaps a little, but not so much to reconcile myself with the realities of being a responsible adult.
Today, i hope to have a delicious meal! In the meantime, i will shower and lay on my floor for awhile watching movies and listening to music and maybe even reading a book!
Five Days Ride to Skyrim:
"Orm let go of his sword and gripped the man's neck with one arm, squeezing it as tightly as he could, while with his other hand he grasped [te man's] wrist holding the knife. They rolled around in the rain for a good while, for the peddler was short in the neck, as strong as a bear, and as slippery as a troll; but eventually they rolled up against the wall of the bathhouse, and there Orm got a good purchase and slightly altered his grip. The other man began to ake a sound like snoring; then something snapped in his neck and he ceased to struggle." - The Long Ships, Frans G. Bengtsson
Turisas - To Holmgard and Beyond
Myself, Hakon the Bastard, was out to find my name.
...'course, now i am well and truly broke! Which, you know - i've been there before? So, not troublesome. I do regret not being able to spend tons of ill-gotten cash on unnecessarily expensive clothing perhaps a little, but not so much to reconcile myself with the realities of being a responsible adult.
Today, i hope to have a delicious meal! In the meantime, i will shower and lay on my floor for awhile watching movies and listening to music and maybe even reading a book!
Five Days Ride to Skyrim:
"Orm let go of his sword and gripped the man's neck with one arm, squeezing it as tightly as he could, while with his other hand he grasped [te man's] wrist holding the knife. They rolled around in the rain for a good while, for the peddler was short in the neck, as strong as a bear, and as slippery as a troll; but eventually they rolled up against the wall of the bathhouse, and there Orm got a good purchase and slightly altered his grip. The other man began to ake a sound like snoring; then something snapped in his neck and he ceased to struggle." - The Long Ships, Frans G. Bengtsson
Turisas - To Holmgard and Beyond
Myself, Hakon the Bastard, was out to find my name.