"It's important or I wouldn't have bothered you," he said earnestly. Still half asleep, not that Brock noticed much difference from her normal demeano..., Darla Darby closed the door in his face. He waited for a moment and was about to ring the doorbell again when Randi showed up – bed-headed and bedraggled. She was wearing a pink, fluffy robe and bunny slippers.Brock couldn't help but smile. He wished he had his phone so he could snap a quick picture to sell to the tabloids."What?" Randi asked. She is the goddess of compassion, and that is how I address you today, with compassion. Jarl Ulfric, while you have some of your facts correct, you are in error with others and I fear that they have led you to an incorrect conclusion.”Galmar laughed. “What does a priest of Mara know of war?”“I know that while you are correct in that General Tullius himself is dead, he was killed by the new General of the Imperial forces in Skyrim when he failed to pledge himself to the rightful Empress of. ” Niki said, opening her robe and lightly touching herself.“I don’t care that you can’t be trusted with clothes, since you can’t hand me your skirt, you have to hand me your robe. Besides, you won’t need it shortly when Roach comes by. Right?”Niki looked around the park, seeking reassurance, but there were plenty of people around. Even though she’d been briefly naked in the past, to sit there during lunch without her robe would be even more exposure. Sliding the robe off of her shoulders, she. She'd watched him a hundred times, knew how to load it, how to draw down and line up her shot. The explosion right next to her ear had been deafening and frightening and like the voice of God. As her mother beat the tar out of her she had thought every second had been worth it. She might have been born to a hunter, but the hunter had been born in her at that moment. She slid a look at Dean and noticed he was watching her out of the corner of his eye. The risk had been worth it then, it'd be.