Vereta

Nala was appalled by her current direction in life. After Balow had patched her up and a good night's sleep she figured she'd pack what little she had and left. Then the oddest thought struck her. What if she stayed here at the tavern a little longer? Nala had laughed at that idea. She had realized her flighty nature after her unceremonious removal from Riften forced her to travel. When she first left Riften, Nala travelled from place to place without an actual destination in mind and without fully realizing that she was doing so, as though she were in a trance. She could never find it in herself to settle down and start anew without having the slightest idea as to why she couldn't. She had long come into terms with this though and had decided she didn't particularly mind travelling all across Skyrim. This was why the idea of staying at this tavern for even a day longer felt so alien to her. Yet here she was, sitting crossed legged in the middle of the room Balow had graciously bestowed upon her. She had decided to stay a while longer, but what that meant was unknown to her. As Nala tugged thoughtfully at a strand of hair the door to her room crashed open and in came Balow. "Mornin' lass! It's time fer you to..." He started with a grin before he gave Nala a confused look. "Why're ye sittin' in the middle of the floor...?" Nala grinned sheepishly at Balow as she clambered off the floor and onto her feet. "It's... a habit of mine," She answered. "Right, I'll be waiting fer you so make yerself ready. We have things to discuss," Balow told her before leaving the room. Nala frowned. Despite how kind Balow had been to her since she had met him, Nala couldn't help but feel a little suspicious as to what he may have wanted. She almost felt guilty for feeling suspicious. Almost. Who knows, perhaps she was overreacting. -- When Nala came into the tavern's main room she spotted a bowl of porridge sitting at the bar. Other than her, no one else seemed to be in the room so she decided to help herself. Heck, for all she knew Balow had set it out for her. "Don't mind if I- Ow!" She cried out, cradling her hand. She glared at Balow who seemed to have appeared out of thin air. In his hand he held the offending spoon that he had smacked her hand with and had a mischievous look about him. "A few things need be said before ye eat, lass," He said with a grin. "If ye want to eat then ye will need to work for it." "Was the spoon thing even necessary?" She said as she grabbed the broom Balow offered her. Balow simply laughed and instructed her on what needed to be done around the tavern.

I like your Gears of War signature (I'm a big fan of the series) as well as a few others. Pretty good.

Lesson #1: Photoshop In-Game

Very impressive. I'll be watching.

I'm having issues with Lesson #3. I ran into the problem of 'black' textures when using a new landscape texture in a quad. I attempted to replace one of the textures in the quad like the lesson said to but the texture remains black. Am I doing something wrong? How can I fix this? By the way, I also get a warning message when I load up the exterior cell: "TEXTURE: Could not queue texture 0xbc62449e"

Can't wait for this! I've been putting off learning 3D modelling for too long.

You're names for the faction seem very valid then. I kinda like Remnants of Ansei, but it's your call.

So they are fully organized? They aren't just a rag tag group of vigilantes seeking justice for the Thalmor's crimes? Or have they been significantly reduced?