The house is perfect for him. Old and troubled by the past, he has everything he needs to forget, give himself a headache, and sleep soundly. With hundreds of bottles of mead he could sedate himself for years. At times he will talk to his helmet, a reflection of his past and younger self, the face known by armies of friend and foe alike, a reminder.
Honeyfrost Retreat is secluded, cozy, and placed by a river with a back porch that makes a perfect fishing spot. Though all that he once knew has aged before him, and laid to rest, inside the little den is plenty of space for company and a bedroom upstairs with wonderful lighting and a study. No fancy alchemy stations or enchanting doodads; plain, simple, comfy. I’d endorse it more than once if I could.
I’m also counting on it getting to hotfiles so we get free drinks, where you have to take a big group shot of a party with everyone in it who helped don’t think I’ll forget @mrhaar
Complaints & Endless Scold After Sitting by the Banquet of Vampires
Disgust after knight sits by the horrific banquet of gore & cannibalism. Multiple vampires have been reported dead in the dungeon, glowing ashes and among other oddities were tracked, and a large spider that
was randomly spotted after a cold-blooded stab in the butt— dead. The complaints did not end up by the end of the cave, though, as soldiers of Stormcloak mentioned that the two women argued during the snowstorm until traveling to Ivarstead.
“How dare you sit by that bloodied table?!” — One chirped. The faceless knight seemed to take such scolding silently, and thick silence was never broken until they relaxed by
Vilemyr Inn, where she broke the silence with her apology.
Authorities say that the night was quiet and relaxing, and that rumors of complaints of neighbors were nonexistent.