Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5424581-20130419221450/@comment-768817-20130422014335

Aethael sits down and pulls out a little sack, he dumps the gold Septims, kept inside, he begins to count them quietly, "one.. two.. three.. four.. five.." he keeps counting to nine, then finds a Dwemer false tooth, covered in intricate little carvings, he remembered when he found it, and chuckled a little, and put it back in the sack, he continues to mumble "Mmm.. where was I.... eight? nine. yeah.. nine.. ten.. eleven.. twelve.." This time he finishes getting to seventeen. He then says aloud to Gregor "I think I'll have enough to buy something raw for me, and something for you."