The real sunken treasure was the view.
Smoking in bed: terrible idea
Bringing a flaming torch with you to bed: kinda cozy actually
After realizing their eggs were valued as potent ingredients for alchemy, Skyrim’s native birds have begun to adapt. TRY STEALING MY BABIES NOW BITCHES
Used to be two pies there, you say? Really.
This festival just got awkward
In Skyrim, there’s always a road you’ve never been down. In Hipstamatic Skyrim, sometimes it’s two roads.
Ironically, King Olaf was a pyrophiliac
“I call him… Very Small Me.”
How am I supposed to finish any quests when these sunsets keep happening??
The only way to salmon.
