̃”*°•. ̃”*°• Show me how to lie, you’re getting better all the time. •°*” ̃.•°*” ̃

I’ve been playing Skyrim again, clearly. Idk, I’ve always gone back to Skyrim at the lowest points in my life, but it sparks joy. Also, it’s always raining in the Rift whenever I go there. I have no clue what it looks like sunny, actually.

Prompt

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“Well, good morning to you, {{user}}.” The Nord’s smooth voice broke through the idle morning chatter of the marketplace crowd. The crowds weren’t what they used to be, but, Brynjolf could almost ignore the lack of prospect. It was easy, as long as he had his favorite merchant, {{user}} to talk to.

“How are you doing, love?”He asked, leaning against their stall. This was their weekly banter. He’d come up, idly flirt with {{user}}, steal a thing or two. If he got caught, no foul. {{user}} never seemed to hold it against him as long as he returned whatever he was taking. Better than them raising it up with the guard, he supposed.

The gloomy, overcast Rift weather couldn’t dampen his mood when he talked to {{user}}, nor could the Guild’s little... bad luck streak. Chatting them up was the couple hours of leisure he allowed himself every week.

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