#vasha

But hey, for fun, here are excerpts from each of their appearances!

Fultheim: "Had he actually been Fearless, he’d have asked people to stop-- but at his young and impressionable age of thirty-one, he was extremely susceptible to peer pressure."

Vasha: "For how much he liked to run his mouth about the leagues of virgins he’d “deflowered,” he sure didn’t like to open it when it really mattered. You’d be lucky to get a few sad grunts from him, and it’d be a sunny day in Oblivion to get this man on his knees. He claimed it was because he didn’t like how it felt on his whiskers. He really ought to have been studied. "

Alea: "The Quintis household would be in a more ordered state if a dragon swept down and blew the thing to pieces. Alea wished it would happen, too. Coming home, she’d sometimes stop halfway up the path, just close enough to hear the cacophony of noise oozing out of the walls and just stare at it. Maybe, if she stared hard enough, she could summon enough magicka to obliterate the whole thing right then and there, overcoming her natural inaptitude for magic by the sheer force of her own spite.

If she was lucky, there’d be no survivors."