Den of Debauchery shitter!

Ah, mead. Doth yet recollect a time when a gent by the name of Sam Guevenne who looked high as a mother fucking kite bade ye quaff of the mead? Eventually your drunk ass wakes up to some daedric-level drama and over the course of fixing your shit you end up here, at Morvunskar, a crumbling pigsty cheerfully adorned with spent liquor bottles and stinky bandits. Here’s a Shitter Safari pro tip: These are not in fact shitters, they are erstwhile recycling bins containing more booze.