scipiobatman
Wise Fool
Scipio stopped for a moment and reflected on all of the death he had seen. He envisioned the deaths of his family at the Order's command. He relived countless coven-huntings, where feral blood-kin were slaughtered without a second thought. He recalled a dragon eating the nord who secured his passage into Skyrim. He thought of his Order, and the strengths of anonymity. And then he shared the most powerful experience of his life.
"Well Caeser, I played for an Orcish camp in the mountains on my way here. They were a mighty people unlike any I've met before. One night, after a great hunt, there was a feast of celebration. Mammoth cheese, taken from a nearby giant camp, was served. It was delicious and the orcs could not get enough of it. That evening the echoing trumpets of flatulence rivaled the voices of the greybeards. The smell was quite... potent. And what adventures bring you here Kalib?"
"Well Caeser, I played for an Orcish camp in the mountains on my way here. They were a mighty people unlike any I've met before. One night, after a great hunt, there was a feast of celebration. Mammoth cheese, taken from a nearby giant camp, was served. It was delicious and the orcs could not get enough of it. That evening the echoing trumpets of flatulence rivaled the voices of the greybeards. The smell was quite... potent. And what adventures bring you here Kalib?"