Okay. Had a LITTLE accident with the cart and these steps. Sort of ran over a guard. Sorry about that, mister guard. Ended up with 250-odd bars of dwarven metal from about half a ton of dwarven scrap. Impressive.
Sacrificed a few bottles of mead to make the guard look like he was just out boozing, and left him slumped in the marketplace. Hopefully they'll just assume he fell down some of these damn stairs or something.
Making dwarven bows with this lot, because they take less materials than armour. I need a lot more iron for any more. And some SLEEP.
To the tavern! And to bed! Nyaptiem!
Zzzz.
Woke up kinda late. Sold a couple of bows at the general store, and the armour and robes from the dead guys. Then got back on a coach to whiterun to get access to the stash of iron in my house.
I hate horses, but this is faster than walking. Just. Safer, too.
No comments:
Post a Comment