There was an old Cyrodilic saying back home that went, ‘you have not witnessed true desperation and helplessness till you have seen a Nord in love with a barmaid’. Well as it turns out in Coldharbour, a Nord too much in love with their mead is a far worse thing.

But there is something wicked behind this seemingly bottomless thirst of the patrons of the Everfull Flagon, and it comes as no surprise to discover that it all began with a foolish bargain made with a daedra.

S.K