“Admittedly, I’m not tha’ great at th’ whole “subtlety” thing. But I think Odahviing had fun.”
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“Behold! The last trick of the Fool of…What are you doing?”
“What? Y’aren’t a…*crack*..afraid of a li’l…guhhhh…dog….*creak* arrr yoooou, Cicerooo? Did…arrrrrrrgh…yoooou rrrreally think arrrrnbjooorn was th’ oonly…*snap* one?”
“Oh. Dear.”
“You caught me. I surrender.”
“There’s only one cure fer your madness, Cicero. Me.”
“Oh, I like that! Very good, very good! Creative! But killing me would be a mistake! Oh yes. You would displease our mother, hmmm? For she’s your mother too, isn’t she…Listener?”
“…Go on.”
“Walk away! Let poor Cicero live! Tell the pretender Astrid that you did the job. Stabbed, strangled, drowned poor Cicero! One little itty bitty lie!”
“No.”
“W..what?”
“Y’heard me, Cicero. No. Your constant pawin’ at the Night Mother is no less disrespectful than Astrid’s insults. Yer a relic of a dead era. The Brotherhood needs to change with th’ times.”
“…I think you probably could have let them go.”
“They tried to mug me. After watching me kill a whole campload a’ giants. They shoul’ be payin’ me for how I’m improvin’ the breedin’ stock!”
Thieves in Skyrim, on the whole, don’t seem to be too bright.
“Let’s go tell th’ Jarl we’re gonna use his palace t’catch a dragon.”
“That oughta thrill him.”
“I know! T’chance t’ follow in t’footsteps of Old Olaf One-Eye!”
“…I was being sarcastic.”
