RIP Random Merc dude #1. You're the bravest man I've ever seen to run off a cliff to attack a Frost Troll.
RIP Random Merc dude #2. Sorry, mate, but when it came down to it it really was a matter of being faster than your friend than being faster than the bear.
RIP Random Merc dude #3. I thought you would've understood my frantic shouting of "Mammoth. Mammoth! MAMMOTH!" a little better.
RIP Lydia, how you managed to piss off two giants and their savage attack mammoths, a saber cat, and a freaking vampire of all things, i'll never know. Seriously. I started running when I saw the fire sweeping towards all of you. So thank you Lydia, for causing the biggest shitstorm I've ever witnessed but never actually caused. The mammoth-giant-vampire-saber cat-dragon free-for-all was well worth losing you.....I want my dwemer metal back.
RIP Random Merc dude #4 Good job running between the person that's been constantly spewing out a stream of either dire elemental magic or lethal arrows, often when poison on them. FYI the materials that went into the poison on that arrow in your left ass cheek was valued higher than your damn hiring cost.
RIP Horse # 16 aka Meatshield the Sixteenth, I'm sure by now that if you were anything but a smoldering frozen corpse, you would understand that standing 5 feet away from a dragon's mouth is a very bad idea, much less an Elder Dragon.
RIP My character, Sados. I'm sorry, but I really did think the Greybeards were talking shit when Agneir said the others didn't talk because they could kill you with a single word. My apologies, but technically it took two words. One froze our butt and the other set us on fire and ragdollized us against the keep walls