I have this strange affinity for Tamriel’s Dark Brotherhood. They’re all family and stuff like that, and they follow the Night Mother and Sithis and everything, and are pretty much the embodiment of evil and darkness and one cannot help but think of sanguine whenever the Dark Brotherhood comes up. And as some sort of family bonding time, they talk of the people they murdered over dinner. And it’s just so awesome ‘cause, really, it’s like a bunch of serial killers conversing about their latest kills, over a cup of tea and some sweetrolls and stuff. It’s just interesting, really, how a group operates in the world and kills people for money. Random people around the world just give you instructions on who to kill and pay you for being cold-blooded murderers. It also seems completely ironic how the members of the Brotherhood stay happy and cheery with each other in their secluded sanctuaries scattered all throughout Tamriel and be chums and buddies and everything when in fact, what they do for a living has nothing to do with rainbows and happiness. It’s all grisly and bloody and… well, it’s just fun ‘cause it pays me to randomly kill people. Except fellow members of the Brotherhood, of course.

Although I enjoy lurking in the shadows, and waiting for my prey to come near me and be embraced by Death, I still refuse to kill off old ladies. I don’t know why. I mean, they’re old ladies. I don’t have the heart to kill old ladies.