the one normal maormer willing to talk to me:
I can't get over his name. "Noryesar". My brain keeps auto-translating it to sounding like "Nor'easter", aka 'north-easter', aka a major weather pattern. and then i fool myself into thinking 'oh that's awesome, that's a great lil pun there', as if any of that was intentional and not my adhd atlantic canada brain just finding a connection and latching onto it like a fuckin lamprey.
moar maormer:
i haven't adventured in hew's bane much.
"Unless you plan to take off those clothes and get up on the stage with that tasty glass of shipwreck wine, we've got nothing to talk about-"
uh... hmmmm... well...
"-Damn landlubbers always swarming around me like fleshflies to a candle!"
landlubber? Ma'am.
Ma'am i am an altmer >:U