Sorry for whispering out loud, but I Cannot PM without the internet throwing up so HEY FALLOUT, YOU DOING ANYTHING LATER ON TONIGHT? CALL ME. THE SIXTH ELEPHANT COMETH.

I haven't caught a whiff of Sunny D's sunshiny scent in the last three pages of speed-skimmed OOC, but if you're still around, can I jump in and ruin your fun, please?

In Dwemer-Controlled Hammerfell, ropes jump you! And they're made of bronze metal no one knows how to make. Your freight idea is a good'un, though. Can't wait to see her graceful entrance.