He happily skips off into the realm of gods in his stag spirit form (queer fellow) and I'm left a little confused. But wait, didn't he just thank and reward me? He tells me its no matter, since in slaying his other hunters I still proved myself enough in his eyes. I then walk outside the cave, get confronted by Hircine again who is angry with me for not killing the werewolf. I pick up the dropped ring for future purposes (reverse pickpocketing a transforming werewolf ring into a king/or such's pocket? Yes please!) and loot the hunters. Thanking me greatly and giving me a nice piece of armor fashioned from wolfboy's fur. Appeasing mr Hircine (fight a werewolf or fight a god? I know what I like) enough for him to manifest as a spirit of sort. Planting both my axes in his hairy behind and taking his skin.
I find that I can unequip the ring and drop it quickly before. He thanks me for his help and tells me he will make this spot his home. I agree and together we finish of the rest of the hunters without much trouble. He urges me to reconsider, he would stay secluded and be my ally. Finding mr werewolf not far into his hiding cave he's genuinely shocked by my presence. So I do, meet some other sods hired (forced?) to do the same yet most are either dead or dying. He considers it while I should appease him some more, ironically sending me after werewolf boy (who transformed and got out of jail I guess) to teach him a lesson. I tell him about the ring and that I don't want it. So a wild Hircine appears and asks me what's up. Finding the stag by a small body of water, it curiously raises his head towards me and before he could grasp what was happening he had an arrow in his head. I make a beeline for the woods, telling my companion to stay put, as I didn't wanna mess up my reputation as a non werewolf to.well.werewolf. I agree, and promptly he gives me the ring (which auto equips and stays locked.bloody fantastic) and tells me to go find Hircine, asking me to slay a great white stag to get the Lord of the Hunt's attention. Funny Daedric boy gave him a ring said to control his bloodlust. He informed me he was actually a werewolf, but tricked by Hircine (some Daedric motherfucker). I felt sad for him for about a second before I ran towards city jail to get specifics from the (by now) prisoner. Tells me his little girl was ripped to shreds by a man and he was devasted. So I was playing Skyrim, having a grand ole time when I come across some sad geezer.
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