THERE'S A NIP IN THE AIR, THE COLD WON'T BE GOOD FOR MY CROPS, NEVER IS.
SOME PEOPLE CALL THIS JUNK, ME, I CALL THEM TREASURES.
DONE AND DONE.
OH LOOK, ANOTHER TRAVELER HERE TO LICK MY FATHER'S BOOTS, NICE JOB.
I WORK FOR BELETHOR AT THE GENERAL GOODS STORE. I WORK FOR BELETHOR AT THE GENERAL GOODS STORE.I WORK FOR BELETHOR AT THE GENERAL GOODS STORE.I WORK FOR BELETHOR AT THE GENERAL GOODS STORE.I WORK FOR BELETHOR AT THE GENERAL GOODS STORE. YOU KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH SKYRIM THESE DAYS? EVERYONE'S OBSESSED WITH DEATH.
I'm not yelling. These repeated lines echo in my brain to the point of all caps, if you will. If I detour around the market, Ysolda will hunt me down so she can deliver her line of the day. The same line as the last time my character passed by Whiterun and stopped to do a little trading. It just so happens, that it was the same line the last time I stopped by Whiterun, come to think of it.
There's an alchemist in Falkreach... I've traded with her on a number of occasions. I've never seen her face. She never looks up to trade with me. The guards with the convenient helmet with eyeholes. I don't think, " cool" I think, "lazy." They all have the same voice of course. Except the female guards, who all have the same voice.
That said. I think parts of Skyrim are outstanding and am having a hella time there, save some game issues.