The Orsimer Bard

Take that, nude bandit

Marriage without a Hagraven is hell.

My dear Mercer Frey, Tried to slit my throat that day, And now he must pay.

Dwemer contraptions So incredibly useful Until used on you

Falmer, Falmer What do you see? I see a Nord trying to kill me. Falmer, Falmer What do you smell? I smell a Dwemer trying to deceive me. Falmer, Falmer What do you hear? I hear an adventurer, that sounds mighty tasty.

Mercer Frey, He gets in my way, And blocks my arrows that keep the Draugr at bay.

Draugr try to kill Thanks to a ninety-two sneak They will not find me

“Certainly not, kind sir!” She yelled aloud. “I am to clean your chambers not be nailed!” “Is that why you’ve come?” Colto asked quite proud. “I do not know what you imply!” She wailed. “I am but a poor Argonian maid.” “That you are.” He replied with intense lust. “Nice caudal appendage.” He said unswayed. “Mistress will beat me until my head busts!” “I have something for you to clean right here. Please take liberty to polish my spear.”