“Alright, I’ll bite,” Soldin sighed, “What is this all about? I assume you have a good reason for disturbing me in my home at eleven o’clock at night.
“Soldin, you have a problem,” Aela stated suddenly.
“If this is about the skeever in your drawer, then I’m sorry, but-”
“Skeever? What are you talking about?” A scowl overtook the huntress’s features.
“Never mind,” he said quickly, “Forget I said anything.”
“Harbinger, it’s about the skooma…” Vilkas stated.
Soldin promptly spat out the drink in his mouth, coughing slightly. He hadn’t expected that when he sat down. Talos save him. This was not going to end well.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, Vilkas,” Soldin stated cooly.
The man rolled his eyes in response. “Please, don’t try to deny it, Soldin. We all know about your habits. You aren’t exactly… sneaky about it.”
Irritation setting in from his journey & now this confrontation, Soldin’s eyes narrowed. “What ‘habits,’ Vilkas? I don’t drink skooma.”
“Is that so?” Lydia said skeptically, opening an end table to reveal an entire case of the drink.
The thane’s eyes widened nervously. “Um… that’s not mine.”
“Mhmm. And what about these?” She opened one of the barrels beneath the stairs, revealing it to be filled to the brim with empty skooma bottles.
“Heh… heh… who put those there?”
“Probably the same person who hid the stash under your bed at the college,” Brelyna said skeptically.
“WHAT? Now who did that!? And why were you in my room!?”
“Soldin,” Mirabelle said warningly.
The Nord sighed. “Alright, alright. So MAYBE I’ve been indulging just a little bit of skooma.”
“A little? You call this a little?” Onmund deadpanned as he gestured to the barrel, “Soldin, I’ve never even seen a Khajiit caravan carrying that much skooma!”
Backed into the corner, Soldin sighed in defeat. “Look, I drink skooma. Fine. What does it matter? I’m the thane of several holds, keep Skyrim safe from dragons, and am a great person! For Talos’ sake, why should a round of skooma here or there be an issue?”
“I don’t see what the big deal is either,” Torvar slurred, “If he wants ta do the skooma, let ‘im do the skooma!”
“THANK YOU, TORVAR,” Soldin sighed gratefully, “See? At least SOMEONE makes sense around here!”
“You’re talking to the resident drunk,” Athis said, appalled, “What do you think he’s going to say!? The fact of the matter is that you’ve been drinking the stuff, and it needs to stop.
“Athis, I have the OCCASIONAL bottle. What’s the harm?”
“OCCASIONAL bottle? Harbinger, with all due respect, just the other day you were downing it like mead in Jorrvaskr!” Athis exclaimed, “You and Torvar were having a drinking contest, but you replaced yours with skooma and overdosed! You were twitching on the floor until he and I could move you to your quarters!”
“For the record, you could stand to lose a few pounds, old buddy old pal,” Torvar laughed, “That or dump some of the copious amounts of crap in your pockets. How many swords do you need to be carryin anyway?”
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“Soldin, you have a problem,” Aela stated suddenly.
“If this is about the skeever in your drawer, then I’m sorry, but-”
“Skeever? What are you talking about?” A scowl overtook the huntress’s features.
“Never mind,” he said quickly, “Forget I said anything.”
“Harbinger, it’s about the skooma…” Vilkas stated.
Soldin promptly spat out the drink in his mouth, coughing slightly. He hadn’t expected that when he sat down. Talos save him. This was not going to end well.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, Vilkas,” Soldin stated cooly.
The man rolled his eyes in response. “Please, don’t try to deny it, Soldin. We all know about your habits. You aren’t exactly… sneaky about it.”
Irritation setting in from his journey & now this confrontation, Soldin’s eyes narrowed. “What ‘habits,’ Vilkas? I don’t drink skooma.”
“Is that so?” Lydia said skeptically, opening an end table to reveal an entire case of the drink.
The thane’s eyes widened nervously. “Um… that’s not mine.”
“Mhmm. And what about these?” She opened one of the barrels beneath the stairs, revealing it to be filled to the brim with empty skooma bottles.
“Heh… heh… who put those there?”
“Probably the same person who hid the stash under your bed at the college,” Brelyna said skeptically.
“WHAT? Now who did that!? And why were you in my room!?”
“Soldin,” Mirabelle said warningly.
The Nord sighed. “Alright, alright. So MAYBE I’ve been indulging just a little bit of skooma.”
“A little? You call this a little?” Onmund deadpanned as he gestured to the barrel, “Soldin, I’ve never even seen a Khajiit caravan carrying that much skooma!”
Backed into the corner, Soldin sighed in defeat. “Look, I drink skooma. Fine. What does it matter? I’m the thane of several holds, keep Skyrim safe from dragons, and am a great person! For Talos’ sake, why should a round of skooma here or there be an issue?”
“I don’t see what the big deal is either,” Torvar slurred, “If he wants ta do the skooma, let ‘im do the skooma!”
“THANK YOU, TORVAR,” Soldin sighed gratefully, “See? At least SOMEONE makes sense around here!”
“You’re talking to the resident drunk,” Athis said, appalled, “What do you think he’s going to say!? The fact of the matter is that you’ve been drinking the stuff, and it needs to stop.
“Athis, I have the OCCASIONAL bottle. What’s the harm?”
“OCCASIONAL bottle? Harbinger, with all due respect, just the other day you were downing it like mead in Jorrvaskr!” Athis exclaimed, “You and Torvar were having a drinking contest, but you replaced yours with skooma and overdosed! You were twitching on the floor until he and I could move you to your quarters!”
“For the record, you could stand to lose a few pounds, old buddy old pal,” Torvar laughed, “That or dump some of the copious amounts of crap in your pockets. How many swords do you need to be carryin anyway?”