So i went ahead and started the chat and he directly insulted me saying he could not support my own stench?
so i looked the other way as my face started to go red out of anger, and i heard his story on how his beloved daughter served the stormcloaks as a battle maiden but she was killed by the imperials and she was left alone in the mud to rott
cool story bro but why the need of insulting my own kind? yes im an imperial but what if i was fighting FOR the stormcloacks?
so this old man signed off our conversation with a unique line that got me really pissed off
"imperial bastard"
ok that was the last drop..
i pulled my sword out in anger but i had second thoughts..i didnt felt like being wanted by the guards for murder..
so later on something strange happened. I went to the basemant of the bee and barb and i started stealing little pieces of food because i like to make my character eat at least a bit at a time every single day..a part of my roleplay
i collected all the nutritious delights but only to see that i was overweight i needed to drop something, i decided to drop some food on the ground at that bar and then something peculiar happened.
The SAME old man that insulted me earlier looked at the floor at the piece of food i dropped and he said he wanted it, however..mjoll the lioness was also there with aerin and she said she saw it first..
both quickly started fighting, the old man had a elven sword, mjoll had her battleaxe and aerin helped her with his tiny little dagger.
the old man died for some pieces of pheasent briasts as i watched confused to what exactly took place in front of my eyes..
i wasnt wanted by the law and the old man ended up dying nontheless.
Good ridance, he will not be missed.

