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About Swords

Me fave bit, though—whores got wit. Sharp tongues, sharper minds. Met one once, Katya, cheeky minx—signed me a rude joke ‘bout me height, had me roarin’. “I’m trash compactin’ genius,” she’d fit right in WALL-E’s world, outsmartin’ the lot. Love that—beats a dull courtier any day. Hate the sods who beat ‘em down, though—cowards, all o’ ‘em. Makes me wanna spit.

Rathgar the Raider

Rathgar: Description: Rathgar is sitting right behind the pass from Faring to Nordmar at a campfire. He tells you, that his ancestor stone was stolen from a southern merchant. This .

First stop, Rathgar Road. It’s like the main vein of this place. I’m just chillin’, keeping an eye out, when I spot this dude. He’s pacing like he’s got ants in his pants. Turns out, he’s lost his dog. I mean, c’mon, man! It’s Rathgar, not a jungle! I help him out, and he’s all grateful, but I’m like, “Dude, I’m supposed to be guarding someone, not playing dog detective.”

Three Rathgar shops on market at €1.6m