What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

Fuck me? Fuck you, this is your mess, dying is not gonna fix it. Ruth argued back, unnerved by the idea of doing anything that would permanently fuck his friend. Frowning, he quickly followed Nairn to his feet though not as gracefully. He stumbled, his depth perception only worsened by the mixture of alcohol and bump.

Tell her ‘bout something I ain’t fucking certain of? fuck no. I’mma pass on that straight up. If I go get her, tell her a half-tale, she gonna have questions, he spread his hands, you think I’m not gonna fuck it up? His body swayed, eye still starring at him with a serious look. Then as Nairn made a beeline for the door, Ruth blinked in surprise No he fucking didn't, quickly grabbing the rum and stumbling after him. Oi! Fuck face! Not without me you ain’t! If anyone’s gonna hit you it’s gonna be me!

Even if Nairn told him to stop, Ruth was too stubborn to listen, following after the assassin through the eluvian to Kirkwall.