Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140421012810/@comment-11457306-20140426032750

(In school I studied entymology--the origins of words.  I also know a lot of Latin from being raised Catholic.  With that and a long life of experience and reading, I can usually puzzle out the meaning of most things.  Many of our expressions come from nautical terms, also--do you know where "freeze the balls off a brass monkey" comes from?  It sounds very dirty but it is not at all what it means.)

(So we are in Fallkreath?  Okay.)

"Come on," said Alyssa to Dania. "I'll buy you dinner."

"I will pay you back for all this, Alyssa, I promise."

"No.  You don't owe me anything," responded Alyssa. "Someone once rescued me from starving on the streets of Windhelm.  He is beyond my thanks now.  So I will pass on the good deed to you."

Dania looked at her, suddenly curious. "Who was he?"

"He was our last Guildmaster, Brynjolf.  He's dead now."