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.
