spinweee

“You’re not looking so good. Are you alright?” Never figured out what it was. Maybe the tens of thousands of miles I’ve walked with hundreds of kilograms of dragon bones and steel armpit stripped from my enemies cold bodies? Maybe my vampirism or the fact that my character hasn’t slept for 14 years? Maybe the fact that I’ve chugged so many bottles of minor healing or ate every ingredient I’ve ever collected for the past 7 hours? Maybe it’s that I’ve eaten about 100 kilos of raw meat that I stole from every kitchen and every store room in all of Tamriel? Maybe it’s the poison from the 40 thousand frostbite spiders or the bone chilling cold of hundreds of ice wraiths. Could it be that I’ve been sent to the moon by a giant 10000 times? Or that I’ve been crushed and smashed by hundreds of mammoths and ice trolls. Could be the wounds from killing the king of dragons? Slaying a dragonborn? Defeating the leader of the vampires or collecting every dark prince’s legendary mask? Possibly the millions of hours spent sitting in one position just to get into a general store. Or the diseases from every sleeved I’ve slain or the ratway sewers I’ve swam in. Or it could just be that they’re trying to sell me their potions.