The Nine
gerrit for Argyle
An old man that can still hold his own in a fight. He has travelled all over Tamriel, lived many lives and seen many wars and has now chosen to settle in Skyrim. He went blind many years ago but has since learned to see with magic. As the civil war begins to reach boiling point he decides to leave his home and wander the wilds again choosing to adventure one last time before "It all goes to pot"
Voice direction: Aim to have a scottish or british accent and keep it aged but not comically aged.
My eyes? I'm an old blind man you fool heh! But don't let that trouble you i can still find my way with magic my daughter taught me.
The trick to a good shot, child is to slow your breathing and release between breaths.
I wanted to see this land one more time before it's torn up. I never thought I'd live to see another war, let alone dragons, The gods are funny that way I spose.
