So, here i am hiding alone in a Mine, with what i would expect to be a large hangover and alot of guilt

How did i get here?
Well, it was a sunny day in Whiterun when i was given a quest by the Companions to rough up a certain fellow in Riverwood.
After downing a few, maybe ten, bottles of mead, my follower and I arrived there without delay.

I saw my target just outside the Inn and proceeded to exchange some heated words which in turn, became exchanged fists.

After pummeling him to oblivion, i went for the finisher, but somehow i misjudged the angle! must of been all that mead...
He parried and my fists went straight towards... A CHICKEN!

Voices of anger erupted! i heard the sheathing of countless swords, as this chicken lay dead in the snow. But things were about to get much worse.
I turned around the see my previous victim, impaled upon my followers blade!

*Quest Failed*

"NOOOO!" in a fit of rage my war-axe cleaved my former follower in two (figuratively speaking) and i hastenly escaped the onslaught and retribution of the village to the nearest cavern i could find.

Guess i won't be going back there for a while...




So with that, my fellow inhabitants of Skyrim i say
Always Brawl Responsibly