EvilAutoTech wrote: »What's worse is that ZOS is trolling us about inventory. When you loot a heavy sack, she says: "Quite a bounty! Glad I don't have to carry it."
*summons Mirri* "All right but next time you're helping ME with something!"
*start random fight* "I REALLY don't like your odds!"
*end random fight* <sarcastic tone> "I'm still here. Thanks for asking"
EvilAutoTech wrote: »What's worse is that ZOS is trolling us about inventory. When you loot a heavy sack, she says: "Quite a bounty! Glad I don't have to carry it."
I think that's a shot at lydia from skyrim who's "sworn to carry your burdens"
*summons Mirri* "All right but next time you're helping ME with something!"
*start random fight* "I REALLY don't like your odds!"
*end random fight* <sarcastic tone> "I'm still here. Thanks for asking"
Mmm... Lydia! She was far easier to get along with.EvilAutoTech wrote: »What's worse is that ZOS is trolling us about inventory. When you loot a heavy sack, she says: "Quite a bounty! Glad I don't have to carry it."
I think that's a shot at lydia from skyrim who's "sworn to carry your burdens"
VaranisArano wrote: »Its a sunny day in Southern Elsweyr as Varanis Arano and Mirri ride up to training grounds where the Goutfang Pariah Ri'Atahrashi and his students live.
Mirri eyes the Pahmar-raht martial master with disdain. "I really don't like your odds."
Varanis scans the crowd of allies waiting to fight him with more trepidation. "I dunno, Mirri. You have to know the mechanics for this one."
"You're the Vestige. You can handle it!"
Five fiery deaths later, Mirri grumbles, "That was awful," as she stores the loot in Varanis's pack.
"I did warn you."
"Dunmer fire resistance didn't help at all! So unfair. Anyways, whatever's next can't be so bad, right?"
Varanis checks her journal. "Goutfang stole some rice. We need to recover at least 3 sacks."
Their allies in the fight have now invaded the training camp, turning over every crate and bedroll, shaking out every bag. An Imperial man shouts in triumph, holding aloft a sack as he sprints for the nearest wayshrine. A bosmer woman pursues him, shaking her fist. Two redguards begin dueling over another sack of rice, unaware that a particularly shifty-eyed Khajiit is deftly switching it out with a bag full of moonsugar - normally more valuable, but right now, rice is clearly the premium good.
Mirri squares her shoulders. "I really don't like your odds," she announces as she marches over to the nearest Mirri and engages in a staring contest over a conspicuously empty spot that might have once held a bag of rice, and might yet again if they wish hard enough.
"I really don't like your odds," the other Mirri retorts.
Varanis sighs, then calls out, "Anyone want to group up? We can share the credit for the rice!"
Everyone is too busy searching, squabbling, or making unwise bargains with Clavicus Vile for rice to pay any attention to her. She takes a seat next to another conspicuously empty spot and wonders to herself. "Do you think Bruccius would know the difference if I just bought a couple stacks of rice from a guild trader?"
She's a dark elf what do you expect?
Besides that, the one where she says "I REALLY don't like your odds!" - she is talking to your ENEMY so she is complimenting you if you think about it.