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Well. this is my 3rd follower mod I've created.
This was actually my character I've played for very very long time. I spent a lot of times trying to create as beautiful as possible.
I hope you guys like my mod :)
“Orgnar! Another ale!” Byrim demanded. He wiped some of the filth off his face and continued staring at the wall. Why was the service in this dump so slow? Byrim didn’t realize he was staring at first. He had expected big, lumbering Orgnar to bring him the ale. But this wasn’t Ognar- this was a young woman that didn’t even look like she belonged in Riverwood…What approached him was a very pretty young woman, with long wavy blonde hair, and a smile that Byrim found a little unsettling. There were so many things about her that were out of place, not least of which was the fact she was walking towards him…“Here is your ale sir,” she smiled as she filled his tankard with a delicate hand. Even in his haze, Byrim could see there was a grace in her movements that was unusual. And she wasn’t dressed quite like any local barmaid. There was something else about her that bothered him, something that tickled his foggy memory, but what was it?
Shrugging to himself, Bryim decided to forget about her and get back to drinking. He had so many things he wanted to forget…The next day, Byrim dragged himself out of his rented bed and walked out into the common room of the inn. It was empty, except for ever present Orgnar and the owner, the one he had been forced to speak to in order to rent a room. He stumbled outside, squinting against the morning light. After a walk he would see about getting some breakfast to drink. Byrim wasn’t sure how long he walked, Riverwood was a small town though. For some reason he found himself on the outside of town, near the bridge that he thought led to Whiterun. He might go to Whiterun, maybe that would be a safe town? A place to drink away the nightmares…
Shivering against the night cold, Byrim decided to ignore his instincts against traveling at night, and try to make it to Whiterun. Maybe there was a mill there?
Part of him wanted to go talk to her, but the larger part of Byrim would be happy to never talk to anyone again. He just wanted the memories to stop, and with them the nightmares. He looked at the girl for a good long time before he lurched back into town. There was something about her, something besides the way she smiled. Why was she staring at the mountains like that? Did she want to go there? Leave her life as a barmaid? Walking back towards the inn, Byrim was dully aware that something was bothering him. What was it? Something he had seen, something tugging at his memory. Later that night, Byrim set his tankard on the bar and asked Orgnar for an ale. For some reason, he didn’t want the pretty barmaid to notice him. He couldn’t say why. He had realized a few hours ago that for some reason, he was afraid of her. He walked to an empty bench with his ale and sat down heavily. A strange feeling was coming over him, something he hadn’t felt since he had fled the village where he had been working at the lumber mill. He planned on getting work at the mill here in Riverwood, when he ran out of gold. For now he just wanted to try as hard to forget- Byrim stared. The Inn was filling up now, and the girl was walking around with her pitcher of ale, filling tankards and giving people that strange smile. That was when he saw it, and he realized what she had been holding that morning by the river. It was a flower. A small, white flower with a golden center. He had seen one of those before, but never in the wild.
Part of him wanted to go talk to her, but the larger part of Byrim would be happy to never talk to anyone again. He just wanted the memories to stop, and with them the nightmares. He looked at the girl for a good long time before he lurched back into town. There was something about her, something besides the way she smiled. Why was she staring at the mountains like that? Did she want to go there? Leave her life as a barmaid? Walking back towards the inn, Byrim was dully aware that something was bothering him. What was it? Something he had seen, something tugging at his memory. Later that night, Byrim set his tankard on the bar and asked Orgnar for an ale. For some reason, he didn’t want the pretty barmaid to notice him. He couldn’t say why. He had realized a few hours ago that for some reason, he was afraid of her. He walked to an empty bench with his ale and sat down heavily. A strange feeling was coming over him, something he hadn’t felt since he had fled the village where he had been working at the lumber mill. He planned on getting work at the mill here in Riverwood, when he ran out of gold. For now he just wanted to try as hard to forget- Byrim stared. The Inn was filling up now, and the girl was walking around with her pitcher of ale, filling tankards and giving people that strange smile. That was when he saw it, and he realized what she had been holding that morning by the river. It was a flower. A small, white flower with a golden center. He had seen one of those before, but never in the wild.
Part of him wanted to go talk to her, but the larger part of Byrim would be happy to never talk to anyone again. He just wanted the memories to stop, and with them the nightmares. He looked at the girl for a good long time before he lurched back into town. There was something about her, something besides the way she smiled. Why was she staring at the mountains like that? Did she want to go there? Leave her life as a barmaid? Walking back towards the inn, Byrim was dully aware that something was bothering him. What was it? Something he had seen, something tugging at his memory. Later that night, Byrim set his tankard on the bar and asked Orgnar for an ale. For some reason, he didn’t want the pretty barmaid to notice him. He couldn’t say why. He had realized a few hours ago that for some reason, he was afraid of her. He walked to an empty bench with his ale and sat down heavily. A strange feeling was coming over him, something he hadn’t felt since he had fled the village where he had been working at the lumber mill. He planned on getting work at the mill here in Riverwood, when he ran out of gold. For now he just wanted to try as hard to forget- Byrim stared. The Inn was filling up now, and the girl was walking around with her pitcher of ale, filling tankards and giving people that strange smile. That was when he saw it, and he realized what she had been holding that morning by the river. It was a flower. A small, white flower with a golden center. He had seen one of those before, but never in the wild.
Part of him wanted to go talk to her, but the larger part of Byrim would be happy to never talk to anyone again. He just wanted the memories to stop, and with them the nightmares. He looked at the girl for a good long time before he lurched back into town. There was something about her, something besides the way she smiled. Why was she staring at the mountains like that? Did she want to go there? Leave her life as a barmaid? Walking back towards the inn, Byrim was dully aware that something was bothering him. What was it? Something he had seen, something tugging at his memory. Later that night, Byrim set his tankard on the bar and asked Orgnar for an ale. For some reason, he didn’t want the pretty barmaid to notice him. He couldn’t say why. He had realized a few hours ago that for some reason, he was afraid of her. He walked to an empty bench with his ale and sat down heavily. A strange feeling was coming over him, something he hadn’t felt since he had fled the village where he had been working at the lumber mill. He planned on getting work at the mill here in Riverwood, when he ran out of gold. For now he just wanted to try as hard to forget- Byrim stared. The Inn was filling up now, and the girl was walking around with her pitcher of ale, filling tankards and giving people that strange smile. That was when he saw it, and he realized what she had been holding that morning by the river. It was a flower. A small, white flower with a golden center. He had seen one of those before, but never in the wild.