Dear Guards of Skyrim,
i know your jobs are tedious now that you have fallen victim to the notorious knee bandit and you take any chance you get to engage in conversations with visiting adventurers. but i must say i find your comments about my smelling like wet dog very racially insensitive, as i'm sure my lycanthropic brothers do as well. i suggest you institute some sort of mandatory public relations course before a less tollerent werewolf decides to eat you all.
Sincerely,
Risa
P.S: Stop commenting on my ear fluff, it upsets me.
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Dear Corpses of Skyrim
You are dead and there is no way my arrows are embedded that deeply within your face that i should be unable to retrieve them. in short: release my arrows, they are quite expensive.
Sincerely,
Risa
P.S: please stay dead, i dont want to lose anymore arrows through those oblivion gates you call eye sockets.
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Dear Whoever has Kidnaped my Dog
I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my dog go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.
Vengefully,
Risa
i know your jobs are tedious now that you have fallen victim to the notorious knee bandit and you take any chance you get to engage in conversations with visiting adventurers. but i must say i find your comments about my smelling like wet dog very racially insensitive, as i'm sure my lycanthropic brothers do as well. i suggest you institute some sort of mandatory public relations course before a less tollerent werewolf decides to eat you all.
Sincerely,
Risa
P.S: Stop commenting on my ear fluff, it upsets me.
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Dear Corpses of Skyrim
You are dead and there is no way my arrows are embedded that deeply within your face that i should be unable to retrieve them. in short: release my arrows, they are quite expensive.
Sincerely,
Risa
P.S: please stay dead, i dont want to lose anymore arrows through those oblivion gates you call eye sockets.
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Dear Whoever has Kidnaped my Dog
I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my dog go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.
Vengefully,
Risa