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A to the K homeboy
--Olava the feeble's house, Whiterun 9:50 P.M
The plan had been to wait until the morning, however, speaking with the fortune-teller had become urgent and more important than trading hours.
Riz pounded on Olava the feeble’s door “pssst, Olava...psst open up”.
Olava roused from her slumber, grabbed the dagger from her bedside table and opened the door ajar, just enough to take in the presence of the creepy looking jester smiling at her. “Why trouble an old woman when the hour is late?” she asked in irritation, the dagger concealed behind her back.
Olava watched is that blood all over his face? as the jester, shuffled from foot to foot whilst rummaging in his satchel “Aha!”.
He removed a pale blue gemstone and handed it over for her examination “A token-“ Riz spun on his heels at the loud guttural scream coming from the drunken huntsman and raised an eyebrow.
“Did you hear THAT!?” he beamed, now clapping in amusement. Olava shushed the jester, ushered him inside and glanced in both directions before closing the door.
For Olava the feeble, fortune readings had become tedious, the jester’s included. His attention only held after she had offered him food and drink. As he ate and listened, Olava ‘the feeble’ shared her insights with growing concern.
Riz understood...and chewed...that is, until Olava had gone silent, staring into space. “What a weirdo” exclaimed Riz, spraying half chewed food from his mouth.
“GET OUT!!” shouted Olava “LEAVE! LEAVE NOW!!” Riz was pushed back into the night with the door slammed behind him, half a loaf in his hand and a combined look of stupidity and shock.
“YEAH? WELL...YOUR BREAD TASTES LIKE...OLD SHOE!!” he screamed at the closed door.
Riz looked into his hand whilst leaving Olava's “-IT IS A SHOE!!!”. He dropped the old shoe on the doorstep of the neighboring house, knocked on the door and giggled to himself as he fled.
The plan had been to wait until the morning, however, speaking with the fortune-teller had become urgent and more important than trading hours.
Riz pounded on Olava the feeble’s door “pssst, Olava...psst open up”.
Olava roused from her slumber, grabbed the dagger from her bedside table and opened the door ajar, just enough to take in the presence of the creepy looking jester smiling at her. “Why trouble an old woman when the hour is late?” she asked in irritation, the dagger concealed behind her back.
Olava watched is that blood all over his face? as the jester, shuffled from foot to foot whilst rummaging in his satchel “Aha!”.
He removed a pale blue gemstone and handed it over for her examination “A token-“ Riz spun on his heels at the loud guttural scream coming from the drunken huntsman and raised an eyebrow.
“Did you hear THAT!?” he beamed, now clapping in amusement. Olava shushed the jester, ushered him inside and glanced in both directions before closing the door.
For Olava the feeble, fortune readings had become tedious, the jester’s included. His attention only held after she had offered him food and drink. As he ate and listened, Olava ‘the feeble’ shared her insights with growing concern.
Riz understood...and chewed...that is, until Olava had gone silent, staring into space. “What a weirdo” exclaimed Riz, spraying half chewed food from his mouth.
“GET OUT!!” shouted Olava “LEAVE! LEAVE NOW!!” Riz was pushed back into the night with the door slammed behind him, half a loaf in his hand and a combined look of stupidity and shock.
“YEAH? WELL...YOUR BREAD TASTES LIKE...OLD SHOE!!” he screamed at the closed door.
Riz looked into his hand whilst leaving Olava's “-IT IS A SHOE!!!”. He dropped the old shoe on the doorstep of the neighboring house, knocked on the door and giggled to himself as he fled.