Authors note: theres some screwed up grammar in this, that's on purpose because the mud crab can't talk properly.
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She couldn't believe what she was seeing. It had to be true; she distinctively recalled waking up that morning and stubbing her toe on her dresser, and then falling down a flight of stairs. But maybe she was dreaming, but she remembered the pain from the morning, and she remembered the last talking creature she ran into. "Are y'ah goanna buh somethin'" Lillian jumped two feet in the air, at the sound of the creature's voice. She glared at it. "You didn't have to do that" she snapped. "We'll are you goanna buh sometin' or not" Lillian was confused; this mud crab was a merchant. "What do you have" she asked hesitantly. The last time she ran into a creature merchant he was selling "BOOZE!" Lillian sighed in a dramatic tone. 'Of course always alcohol! '
The woman took another glance at the crab. He was obviously drunk on who knows what... "Do you sell anything else?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Nope but I buh crahp" stated the crab. "Like what?" The mud crab moved closer. "Armor, booze, weapons." Lillian's curiosity was captured. What could a mud crab need with those things? "What do you do with the things you buh, I mean buy" she asked in a innocent tone. The mud crab squealed in anger. "I isn't telling' you nothing" The savior of Morrowind growled. "Can you at least tell me how much money you have?" the reply was not what she expected. "TENT HOUSAND DRAKES A DAY?" her screams attracted a nearby cliff racer. "SHUT UP, I'M SLEEPING OVER HERE" Lillian jumped again.
What the hell was with talking creatures? "SHUT UP HUBERT" replied the mud crab, angrily. "So why are you living on this tiny island any way? You're a merchant are you not? Don't you have a home" her words caused the crab to break into tears. "Muh wife kicked me out" he said sobbing. "Aww poor little guy" Lillian reached down and picked up the crab, cradling it in her arms. "You can come ho-what the hell are you doing?" The mud crab was currently trying to feel her up. "LETS HAVE SOM-OWW" The woman had dropped him into a heap on the floor. "You're a little pervert" she stated, even though it was obvious. "So, lets hav-" Lillian cut him off by stabbing him with a sword, "Stupid creature, at least creeper was more civilized then you" she said to the dead corpse. Checking his body, she found that he actually had a good thirty thousand on him. "Hmm, well a dead body doesn't need money" snatching it up, the woman cast recall, returning home.