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1/3/2015 3:48:45 AM
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Yus !
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We drink to our youth, to days come and gone. For the age of aggression is just about done. We'll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own. With our blood and our steel we'll take back our home. Down with Ulfric the killer of kings. On the day of your death we'll drink and we'll sing. We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives. And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies! But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean. Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams.
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Sure.
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We drink to our youth, and to days come and gone. For the age of oppression is now nearly done. We'll drive out the Empire from this land that we own. With our blood and our steel we will take back our home. All hail to Ulfric! You are the High King! In your great honor we drink and we sing. We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives. And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies! But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean. Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams.
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There once was a hero named Ragnar the Red, who came riding to Whiterun from oleRorikstead! And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade, as he told of bold battles and gold he had made! But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red, when he met the shieldmaiden Matilda who said... Oh, you talk and you lie and you drink all our mead! Now I think it's high time that you lie down and bleed! And so then came the clashing and slashing of steel, as the brave lass Matilda charged in full of zeal! And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no moooooree... when his ugly red head rolled around on the floor!
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Hardly the time for that, is it?
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Look, until Synergy let's me in the med bay to give Revan my brew, there is only so much that can be done. Alduin's wings, they did darken the sky, His roar fury's fire, and his scales sharpened scythes. Men ran and they cowered, and they fought and they died. They burned and they bled as they issued their cries. We need saviors to free us from Alduin's rage, Heroes on the field of this new war to wage. And if Alduin wins, man is gone from this world, Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled. But then came the Tongues on that terrible day. Steadfast as winter, they entered the fray. And all heard the music of Alduin's doom, The sweet song of Skyrim, sky-shattering Thu'um. And so the Tongues freed us from Alduin's rage, Gave the gift of the Voice, ushered in a new Age! And if Alduin's eternal, then eternity's done, For his story is over and the dragons are gone.
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Honestly, don't you have a bloody waitstaff?
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I work the bar, but I got other jobs. Last I checked, we don't have a full wait staff. Work in progress, ya know
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I am head waiter.
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Which implies there are non-head waiters scurrying about; can't you delegate?
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I'm head waiter, and the only waiter. The owner can serve who he wants at his leisure, it's his place.
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Don't bloody see how you keep good business with that.
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Well then could I get some special services ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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You could help me figure out what a daughter of lucifer is! Or, more importantly, how to make one calm down!
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Yes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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Very well then...*clears throat* Our hero, our hero, claims a warriors heart. I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes. With a voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art, Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes. It's an end to the evil, of all Skyrim's foes. Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes. For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows, You'll know, you'll know the Dragonborn's come. Dovahkiin, dovahkiin naal ok zin los vahriin wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal! ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!
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Beautiful
