Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140216124057/@comment-17114085-20140322140613

(There is Senna. She is a priestess of Dibela in Markarth. But remember I've allow you to marry any single NPC, no matter if they are available for marriage in-game or not. I'm thinking of either having my character marry Mjoll or Ysolda. Maybe Ysolda since she is in Whiterun, but my character likes women that can take care of themselves....tough decision. What do you think?)

Lydia went to the Clan House to change armors. Harold decided to walk around the city a bit. He went to the market and started looking at the stalls. "Ripe fruit and fresh vegetables for sale! Straight from the fields and orchards of Whiterun to your table!" yelled an imperial woman.

Harold went over to her and looked at her wares. He bought an apple (-3 gold). He took a bite out of the apple. "Hmm, this is good." The woman sighed. "What is wrong?"

"Oh nothing, I don't want to bother you Companion." replied the woman.

"Its no problem, just tell me." said Harold.

"I was just thinking about the bard Mikael. Life's hard enough with all these men propositioning me. But that bard is the worst." said the woman

"You get a lot of attention from the men here?" asked Harold.

"You've got no idea. Half the men in Whiterun have proposed to me. Some were even single. They'll never understand. No amount of flowers or honeyed words are going to change my mind. Right now, all that matters is my daughter Mila. No man's going to get between me and my little girl." replied the woman.

"An admirable thing, taking care of you daughter. Is there anything I can do?" said Harold.

"That bard Mikael is begging for a dagger up against his throat, the way he goes on about me. I've heard him boasting at the Bannered Mare, saying he'll conquer me as a true Nord conquers any harsh beast. Hmph." said the imperial in an angered tone of voice.

"I can talk to him if you'd like. I don't have much else to do." said Harold.

"If you want to try, go right ahead. I don't think anything will get through that thick skull of his, though." she said.

"I have my ways." said Harold with a small grin on his face.