I’m not sure that the Dremora have quite grasped the concept of games, for what is the point of playing a game you cannot win, and where is the challenge if you cannot lose.

At the Cliffs of Failure when things began to look like they were going against the Observer, he simply changed the rules mid-game. If I am going to lose everything, then I’d rather do so whilst drunk on wine and at the mercy of a pretty elf maiden’s smile.

Yet if there is one thing I’ve learnt since I first meet that blind old man in the prison is that in a life where there exists fate, luck, and Daedric Princes, there are no certainties… well, apart from the roll of Baandari dice of course… and whilst fate can be a bitch no doubt, she does seem to favour the fearless.

S.K