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>> Welcome back, Internet people.
We're playing Skyrim in the shittiest tavern of the shittiest town
ever.
And this guy really likes looking at us with little beady eyes.
Uh, some guy asked us to steal stuff.
Hi.
>> Looking for work? I need someone to deliver a message to Sibbi Black-Briar.
>> What sort of message?
>> Ah. Well. I recently approached Sibbi Black-Briar about buying Frost, one of the finest breeding
horses in Skyrim. He agreed to sell. I paid Sibbi half the cost of Frost up front but
before he could deliver, Maven had him locked up. Sibbi believes this exempts him from our
deal. It does not. I want you to talk to Sibbi for me. Then I want you to bring me Frost
and the lineage papers that prove the horse's worth.
>> I can do that.
>> Good man. You won't regret it.
Head to the Riften jail and talk to Sibbi. Get him to tell you where Frost and his lineage
papers are and bring them to me outside Riften. You'll be well paid for your time.
>> OK. Wait, why not just go tell Sibbi yourself?
>> I'm not exactly... comfortable around guards or jails. Definitely not when associates of
mine have been locked up. No, I'll meet you outside of town.
>> OK. >> I'll meet you outside of town.
>> Well then. I seem to be doing my best to get in
to the seediest parts of this game.
>> Twenty gold coins and all this could be yours!
OK, lad. Ready to make some coin?
>> Yeah, I'm ready.
>> Good. Wait until I start the distraction, then show me what you're made of.
>> Everyone! Everyone!
Gather round! I have something amazing to show...
>> My husband will be the death of me. He spends too much time worrying about Riften
and not enough about himself.
>> I'm being sneaky.
>> ...Come on, Brynjolf. What is it this time?
>> Got to unlock this before she comes back.
What do I need? The silver ring.
I'll take the gold too, why not?
>> ...Well that was a simple misunderstanding, but this item is the real thing...
>> ...Falmer blood elixir. >> Come on. Are you talking about snow elves?
>> Mystical beings who live in legends, masters of magic.
>> No one's seen them in years!
>> Well, I see that my time is up. Come back tomorrow if you wish to buy.
>> [whistling]
>> Need something? >> Waste of time...
>> Looks like I chose the right person for the job. And here you go. Your payment, just
as I promised. The way things have been going around here, it's a relief our plan went on
without a hitch.
>> Wait, what's been going on?
>> My organisation's been having a run of bad luck. But I suppose that's just how it
goes.
But nevermind that. You did the job and you did it well. Best of all, there's more where
that came from if you think you can handle it.
>> Well, the money's nice but I don't know...
>> Look. I'll make this simple for you. The group I represent has its home in the ratway
beneath Riften. A tavern called The Ragged Flagon. When you make up your mind, come find
me there and we'll talk about your future.
>> Did I just invited to join the Thieves Guild, Lydia?
>> ...Vegetables as crisp as a winter's morning!
>> Alright Branshei. Turn out your pockets. We know you have it.
>> Have what? What in blazes are you talking about?
>> Oh, I better not hang around for this.
>> So, Sibbi. There's a person named Sibbi.
>> Watch the skies, traveller.
>> There... Where did he go!?
Oh.
>> Hey. You're not supposed to be down here.
>> Why not? >> Official business only.
>> It's fine. I'm allowed to be here.
>> Sure. And I'm Queen Barenziah. Now tell me another one.
>> Can I pass now?
>> Sure, that'll do just fine. Go on ahead. Until next time.
>> This is normal for me to be in here
and not at all weird.
This is a really *** nice cell.
What, Sibbi?
>> Have you come to gawk at me or is this a social call?
>> I was sent by Louis Letrush.
>> Oh. Let me guess. He wants his horse.
Well that's going to be a bit of a problem.
See, I don't really outright own Frost.
>> You don't own the horse you already sold to Letrush?
>> That is correct. You see, Frost belongs to the Black-Briar estate. Technically everything
in the estate is owned by my mother, Maven. My plan was to take the horse from our lodge
and deliver it to Letrush in the stables. Obviously that didn't exactly work out as
I'd planned. Still I don't want to cross Letrush. Tell you what. Steal the horse and deliver
it and you can have the second half of the payment.
>> You know, I bet Maven would pay me even more for this info.
>> Nice try! But my mother's already got me in jail. Maybe you should try that one on
Letrush.
>> Well fine. I'll steal a horse.
>> Then I think we're done talking.
>> I feel like this place is a bad influence on me, Lydia.
What do you think?
Nothing? No? OK.
So from what I gather, the Black-Briars live...
>> Can't hide from me!
>> ... You are an orc hunter! Or you are an orc that is a hunter.
What are you hunting?
>> There you are.
>> Oh, you guys suck. I will *** him for you. I can do that.
You just got to be spry and have the ability to shoot fire from your hands.
See, that's how you do it.
Mr. Orc hunter.
>> There will be a feast in our honour when we return.
>> I imagine there will be. >> Meat from fresh kills.
>> You don't seem to have any kills. You kind of suck.
Uh oh.
I'm sorry for telling you that you suck but it's true.
There are dragons descending upon the land.
Real, honest to goodness fire-breathing dragons.
>> Looks like we've got ourselves a hero!
>> Hi.
How are, how are you?
Um.
And I'm coming in here to steal a horse.
I didn't want to kill you.
I would have just stolen your horse.
>> What was that? >> Hello.
>> Now ain't this a surprise.
>> I feel like I shouldn't be murdering all of these people right now.
I don't know. They attacked me.
Frost is a mealy chestnut.
I got his papers. Now where is the actual horse?
Why would you be out over here when there is a perfectly good stable for you right there?
Enh. Ennh I don't know how to ride a horse. Enh.
Ennnhh.
Oh no!
OK then.
Let's get going, Frost. Hustle and bustle!
What am I paying you for?
Come on!
Uh oh.
Oh, I just realised I totally left Lydia behind. Oh well.
She'll be fine.
I got a present for you.
It's a horse!
>> Huh! You've done it! Got to admit, I wasn't sure you could pull it off but you've definitely
earned your pay.
>> Speaking of my pay...
>> Yes, yes, here it is. I think I'd best be off now.
>> Sounds good to me.
Well then. Becoming a
highly paid
criminal sounds just amazing
but
I think we're going to go back to that young'un and let him know that we totally puched Grelod
the Witch or the Happy or whatever the *** her name was right in the face
and then I might happily and lawfully pursue the art of shooting fire from my hands.
>> I've been looking for you. Got something I'm supposed to deliver.
Your hands only.
>> Oh?
>> Let's see here. A letter. Not sure who from. He wouldn't say, just that he was a
friend of yours. Looks like that's it. Got to go.
>> "You caused a bit of stir when you demonstrated the power of Thu'um. Not everyone is anxious
for the return of the Dragonborn. I, for one, desire to see you grow and develop your talents.
Skyrim needs a true hero these days. You should turn your attention to Ragnvald. I understand
it hold a mysterious source of power that can only be unlocked by the Dragonborn."
That's quite interesting, but it's way the *** over there. That is too far.
What you doing out here on the road, Mr. Giant? Uh oh.
Hello.
How's it going?
Not much of a conversationalist, are you?
Is it weird that I'm actually a little bit glad to see
Windhelm even though Windhelm is pretty much the shittiest city ever?
Hello, my friend.
>> Well? Grelod the Kind! Is she...
you know...
>> I punched her right in the face!
>> A ha! I knew you could do it, I just knew it! I knew the Dark Brotherhood would save
me!
Here, just like I promised. This should fetch you a nice price.
Thank you, thank you again.
>> Arentino family heirloom? It's a plate.
Here. I have no need for your plate.
You can have it.
I think we're going to make that an episode, Internet people. Next time we're going to
head north and I'm going to learn how to shoot better fire from my hands. Thanks for watching.