
"You're way too high strung," Karsaga said, wrapping his arm around Dasrazel's shoulder. The vampire cringed and tried to pull away, but this only prompted the drunkard to tighten his grip. Despite the fact his state of undeath meant breathing was optional, he had never grown used to the feeling of his windpipe being forced closed.
"I know you're wanting to go back in there and choke that Nord like a grounded cliff racer, but..."
"That's an understatement," Dasrazel interrupted. "I want to go back in there and show him what happens when you offend the Quarra Clan. I want to snap his neck. I want to crush his skull. I want to tear out his throat with my teeth! Who did that guy think he was, huh? Bloody Nords, think their the gods' gift to Nirn..."
The khajiit sniffed and shrugged, laughing, "You need a drink."
"No. I need to go back in there and tear the bastard limb from limb."
"No, you need a drink. Take a swig of whiskey, then tell me how you feel."
The vampire stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at Karsaga incredulously.
"I'd still be angry and I'd have worse judgment. What are you? A moron?"
After a moment to consider the question, the feline snorted a laugh: "I thought we already established that."
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"I know you're wanting to go back in there and choke that Nord like a grounded cliff racer, but..."
"That's an understatement," Dasrazel interrupted. "I want to go back in there and show him what happens when you offend the Quarra Clan. I want to snap his neck. I want to crush his skull. I want to tear out his throat with my teeth! Who did that guy think he was, huh? Bloody Nords, think their the gods' gift to Nirn..."
The khajiit sniffed and shrugged, laughing, "You need a drink."
"No. I need to go back in there and tear the bastard limb from limb."
"No, you need a drink. Take a swig of whiskey, then tell me how you feel."
The vampire stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at Karsaga incredulously.
"I'd still be angry and I'd have worse judgment. What are you? A moron?"
After a moment to consider the question, the feline snorted a laugh: "I thought we already established that."
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