That’s Not Mead!

Morndas?.. 5th of Hearthfire, 4E As I wake up and stretch, I can feel every joint in my body pop, and every muscle tighten and stretch; almost as if I have been sleeping for ages. I hold my face in my hands and rub my eyes, I am surprised to feel the scruffy beard on …

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A bard, a bandit, a fork too many

Turdas, 4th of Hearthfire, 4E My eyes flutter open and I yawn still exhausted from the previous day. I lay in bed for a few moments remembering everything that transpired yesterday; though the way my body aches it feels like it has been ten months since then. I stretch and swing my feet out of …

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