Then there's the matter of combat. Sometimes I see you simply wade through enemies. Other times I've seen you fall to your knees after one measly hit from a not-particularly-fearsome foe - Falmer, even. I'll pass over the fact that you're foolishly insisting on using that miserable bow you seem to treasure, rather than the ebony bow enchanted with electricity that I myself customized for your personal use, so that I can instead focus on your clumsiness in battle, which seems to border on the suicidally inept. Do you understand how many times I've had to
Get your act together, woman. You can carry a decent amount of loot - you are, as you so cheerfully remind me, swoooooorn to carry my burdens, and I swear you're emphasizing the word "burdens" a little more every time you mention it - you're better at spotting enemies at a distance than I am (as opposed to even the most flippin' obvious of trap triggers, of course) and while you seem to have trouble with lowly Falmer and various smallish Dwarven automata, I've also seen you take a chunk out of a Centurion or Dragon. So shape up. I don't want you embarrassing me in front of Balgruuf, who I half suspect knew your, shall we say idiosyncrasies[/i] when he assigned you to my service.
I swear, sometimes I think the only reason I keep you around is because, as Charlie Wilson said, you can't teach...well, you look good in that suit of steel plate armor, and we'll leave it at that.

) and subsequent characters I just got annoyed with her and ditched her for the first new companion I got (except my assassin.... who rolled solo until getting a proper sneaking DB initiate as a companion... I was getting most kills with backstab daggers and companions ALWAYS messed that up.)


who tried to fight a giant with a dagger. And got me killed more times than he got himself killed. After a hour of failed adventuring, I just reloaded my game at the temple and left him where he was.