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Gutlar sighs. "Aye, Haelva, yer right. I ain't otta be standin' 'ere. I otta live for ye."  He leaves a jar of Nordic Mead at her grave and goes to exit the graveyard and heads for Gray Pine Goods, just to see what it might be able to offer.

Gutlar is standing in front of the grave of a Haelva Ehrarsson.

pretty much

Gutlar makes it to Falkreath without incident and heads to the graveyard.

Gutlar is still walking. Hungry, he pulls a wheel of cheese out of his... um... ((I don't know where they store all this stuff.)) and begins eating.

Gutlar is on high alert, prepared for anyone named Velken who might try to confront him.

((Markarth and Riften are on opposite sides of Skyrim.  It makes sense that he'd stop in a city between the two: Falkreath.))

Gutlar continues to walk, alerted to a potential presence because of wooooolfeh powrs.

Gutlar's Beast Form eventually wears off and he puts his armor back on.  After finishing that, he begins his trek to Falkreath.

Gutlar is effectively pissed by the day and decides that he may as well enter Beast Mode.  He grabs Dargo by the chest, pinning his arms to his sides, raises Dargo up to his face, and roars.  After satisfying his rage, Gutlar throws Dargo into the caravan and stalks off.

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Gutlar swings again at Dargo's knee. "I told ye, it's a misunnerstandin'!"

Gutlar barely manages to avoid Dargo's attack and swings with his Warhammer. Now that's he's NOT completely and utterly drunk, he actually has some semblance of speed and strength behind his attack.  "What's th' matter with ye?"

Gutlar sighs and brandishes his Steel Warhammer. "Just can't catcha break, can I?"

Gutlar is rather confused. "What did I say- oh, right. Sorry, mate, di'nt mean 't like that. Please, we don't want t' make a deal out o' this."

Still chewing the flower, Gutlar pulls out five gold pieces and hands them over to the Khajiit.  "Here ya go, kit."

((Gutlar laughs at Dargo "bruh, i've watched batman begins i dont truuuuuuust you"))

Gutlar shrugs and takes a mountain flower and puts it in his mouth, chewing.

Gutlar stares at Dargo for a while, not quite trusting him.  He's not an idiot, however, and sees the merit in not having an infected abdominal wound, so he walks over to the caravan.  "What're ya sellin'?"

Gutlar is walking on his merry way to Riften.

I thought that this comic was fusrokay.

Gutlar scowls, pays his debt, and leaves the inn.

Gutlar holds his head, still hungover. "Hello, Bosmer... you're th' one who stabbed me, ain't ya..?"

Gutlar looks over at Velken and grunts before going to the bar to pay Kleppr.

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Gutlar wakes up, completely hungover, and vomits liters into the cell grate.  "Julianos, grant me the wisdom to never get so inebriated again..."

A guard lets him out of his cell and his weapons and armor are returned to him.

Gultar leaves the dungeon and heads to the Silver-Blood Inn to pay his debt.