Happy Muricah day to you, too!
So Val awakens from the nightmare, and the hours seemed to go by. Some wine would be nice, no? Too bad it ran out! I enjoyed his journey deeper into the depths of the barrow. Somehow I think the darts killing the stranger saved his life, but he's still a smart fellow regardless.
“Brains before brawn, my good man,” A lesson many Nord men need to learn . . .
The fight with the spider. For some reason I thought I would've been longer, but squashing a giant bug shouldn't seem so trivial. Four arrows is sufficient enough. Have a taste of your own medicine, Frostbite?
The hanging thief was just another shout-for-help away from being shot with an arrow. If I were Val, I would've been peeved too. His irritation showed brilliantly with his snide comment! I had a kick out of this one.
QUOTE
“You are Arvel the Stuck, right now. You’re also kind of demanding for someone that needs my help.
What a dumb man, that thief? His stupidity knew no bounds

, but his swiftness sure was his advantage, or perhaps his downside as Val(who we know has a temper) might not take betrayal or trickery too lightly. Maybe Arvel the Swift just might be named Arvel The Stuck if Val is tempted to stick him like a piggy!
Good chapter! As always, amusing and interesting to read!
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.”