Cyrodiil had run it’s course and where else was there to go next but Skyrim? The Nord fell asleep in his chair, thanks to the poisoned drink I slipped him earlier, and I left the tavern, my tail flicking as I descended into the dark streets. It seems my time at this place has come to an end. Magicka appeared in my hand behind his skull and I weaved a spell, soothing the man and filling his mind with all manner of erotic illusions. His stomach jiggled as he grew excited, all the while I slipped my tail into his pocket and extracted his safe key. A fool, just like all Nords, always with his mind in his pants. I promise this night will be unforgettable…” I purred in the ear of the fat noble. “My name? Oh, don’t worry about that, darling, just sit back and relax. Ah, coin… Was there anything better in this world? Gleaming, glinting, shiny gold coins…
