You talk tough for someone in quicksave range

[Image desc: three digital sketches of an elf ranting and getting increasingly drunk and disheveled as he amasses a collection of empty tankards around him.

Sketch 1 dialogue: "Mother Morrowind". You can’t be mother of a region. Of, of, geography. It’s not like she birthed it. She’s not my mother. Though my mother isn't much of a—ha—whoof!

Sketch 2 dialogue: Big fetching rock! Oh, I’m using my divine energy to hold up the big rock, yes, right over all of your fetching heads! We can’t just use our divine energy to gently lower it into the sea instead and be done with it, huh? Sea’s all about! It’s right over there! No? No???

Sketch 3 dialogue: Sssotha Sil…hmmm…Sotha Sil can stay. But only because...he's kind of...cool. /End ID]

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