Reaching out towards something to touch Knowing that they will never feel An endless cycle of pain An endless of cycle of isolation

I have entered the crypt and found it’s climate to be rather temperate, save for the cold that resonates deep within. The entry is as splendourous as I could have imagined. Beautiful vases and ornate containers of assorted wealth fill the hall with such audacity to shame the greatest of Kings and Queens. I can’t say much for their interior decorating however.. note to self.. inquire about employment as a decorator.

"Piss off! He's still waggin' his tongue!" Tolan roared as he shoved his friend back a few steps before lurching to the Imperial lying face down in the snow. A handful of spectators watched the scene from the porch of the inn, and save one particularly unhappy woman, they remained generally quiet aside from a few hushed conversations.

By Tava’s Red feathers, I am disgusted. I was going on with my business in the Sentinel marketplace and this Crown had the audacity to call me an armed peasant. Yes, I was wearing my casual attire, because I don’t feel the need to be disgustingly opulent when I’m simply shopping in a marketplace and yes, I was carrying my family blade. I had to call him out for his blatant disrespect, peasant or not, insulting a fellow Redguard is something that should be frowned upon.