the dragonborn explains:where is she? And; why does she have so much mead?She does this continuously in song and no one knows why except that strange voice in the authors head. and the dragonborn herself.
"dragonborn dragonborn? Dragonborn, where are you?" Vilkas asked they were in Markarth and she had turned invisible, now he couldn't find her.
"Livin' easy
Lovin' free
Season ticket on a one way ride
Askin' nothin'
Leave me be
Takin' everythin' in my stride
Don't need reason
Don't need rhyme
Ain't nothin' that I'd rather do
Goin' down
Party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell" she sang from somewhere near him, Vilkas' poker face was fading now he was just annoyed.
"No stop signs
Speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel
Gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me around
Hey satan
Payin' my dues
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey mumma
Look at me
I'm on the way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Don't stop me" he felt someone grab his arms and start to tango, knowing the dragonborn he just went along with it. For now at least.
"I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
(highway to hell) I'm on the highway to hell
(highway to hell) highway to hell
(highway to hell) highway to hell
(highway to hell)
And I'm goin' down
All the way
I'm on the highway to hell" he was spun into one of the priestesses of Dibella who was out shopping for whatever priests shop for. He heard a giggle and foot steps leading towards the inn, then he saw the door open he followed after apologising to the priestess. Never before had he been so ashamed of his choice in company. He found her sitting down on a stool near the bar with about fifteen bottles of mead in front of her.
"Dragonborn, why?" Vilkas asked, after all of her antics he was close to tears.
"We're merry people of Skyrim
So sturdy and so stout
When the day is done
When it's time for fun
We'll drink and sing and shout!" she started singing, people from all over the inn turned to stare at her.
"You weak livered milk drinkers
|Can let your throats run dry
Cause there's just one drink
That we will sink
Until the day we die" she continued, feeling embarrassed Vilkas started inching away, but the dragonborn got up and started to waltz with Vilkas. No way was he going to escape on her watch.
"Drinking mead in the halls of Whiterun
The maidens and the men!
We swig our brew
Until we spew
Then we fill our mugs again!" they were dancing all over the tavern the glee clear on the dragonborns face.
"You can keep your filthy Skooma
It makes our bellies bleed
Cause when we raise our flagon
To another dead dragon
There is just one drink we need...
NORD MEAD!
Chug a mug of mead
And another mug of mead
Chug another mug of mead
Till you fall down
Chug a mug of mead
And another mug mead
Chug another mug of mead, warrior!" some other people shrugged and joined in the dancing, others were still trying to figure out whether this was a sign from Sheogorath or someone put skooma in their drinks.
"After the long hard days
Of hunting and of war
Our throats are tired and thirsty
And our bodies drenched in gore
But we won't waist our evenings
Feeling tired and feeling spent
We perk right up when we breathe in
That wholesome honey scent
That Cyrodilic Brandy
Too fruity for these tongues
You can keep your fancy alto wine
It tastes like horker dung!
Balmora Blue tastes great to you
But here we like it plain
Just fill my mug
With the mighty jug
Of honey, heart and grain" the jarl had entered by this point, the dragonborn passed him a bottle of mead as they passed him. By now Vilkas was starting to feel… giddy, that was Blasphemy for the grumpiest person in the companions.
"Drinking mead in the halls of Whiterun
The maidens and the men!
We swig our brew
Until we spew
Then we fill our mugs again!
You can keep your filthy Skooma
It makes our bellies bleed
Cause when we raise our flagon
To another dead dragon
There is just one drink we need..." the dragonborn was absolutely glowing, don't know why though, it's certainly not a side effect of mead that's for sure. Well she doesn't need a torch now!
"NORD MEAD!
Chug a mug of mead
And another mug of mead
Chug another mug of mead
Till you fall downChug a mug of mead
And another mug mead
Chug another mug of mead, warrior!" she finished her forehead was resting on Vilkas' she was out of breath and was glowing, not even the author knows why. Maybe Sheogorath?... she kissed Vilkas full on the lips before spiriting out of the tavern to get some fresh cold air. Vilkas followed her after a while.