u/Dack_

Hej. Jeg er ved at gå ud af mit gode skind. Bogstaveligt talt.

Jeg er lige flyttet i et nyt ældre rækkehus fra 1980. Fik nymalet indvendigt. Flytteprocessen tog noget tid, blandt andet grundet malingslugt. Det, sammen med kloakrør der nok skal renses og lidt radon I undergrunden, har nok gjort at jeg har luftet "formeget", eller I hvert fald forkert ud. Se billeder.

Det må være mug der kommer frem/ovenpå tapeten? Billedet er fra Entreen hvor det er værst. Der er tilsvarende pletter rundt i andre rum også.

Hvad fanden gør jeg? Hvor starter jeg overhovedet? Vil enten husforsikringen eller ejerskifteforsikringen være til nogen hjælp?

Bør jeg bare vaske ned med Rodalon og se om det kommer igen, eller er det forfra på ny med tapet og maler ? Hvem kan svare på det?

Beklager mit hjælpeløse opslag.

Hi. I can't wrap my head around what exactly "his lie" is referring to

Teriarch is telling stories to Magnolia, Rafaema, Rags and Cire

>Dead? Teriarch nodded to all the questions and speculations. The answer was so mundane. And so…he always thought of the old man with nostalgia, with regret. With empathy.

>“His heart gave out. That’s the only explanation I could think of. It happens to older members of a species. He wasn’t in the best condition when he faced me—he had a [Warrior]’s body, but he and I were pushed to our limits. His heart stopped, and he passed away. In truth…I don’t know when it stopped. It might have been a day before he finally died. I have seen [Warriors] continue fighting with mortal wounds, even headless, for a while. He was a truly great foe.”

>That was his lie. He did lie, but the Dragonlord of Flames told it each and every time. One of his greatest foes; an unnamed [Warrior] who had hit Level 70, who had died matching the Dragonlord of Flames blow for blow.

>Not an old man with barely any gear worth his levels fighting a Dragon with no one to mourn or search for him when he was gone. A Level 70 [Warrior] who had no title nor purpose beyond one final fight in a cave and only a Dragon to bury him.

>That was Teriarch’s story. He looked upon Goblins, the City Runners he had known, [Ladies] and Harpies and Djinni. They asked him to explain every secret of the world. And he told them fragments and bits and left them to go figure it out themselves. For how unsatisfying and poor it would be if he told them it.

>He was a poor storyteller, after all.

Is it just that the warrior/old man wasn't a "great foe", or was it someone else? I feel like there is something I am missing.

Mug? Har brug for en voksen

[V10 Goblin Days Pt. 7] Help me parse this paragraph