Time to hang out with the naked man.

Let's do the Fighters Guild quest, they'll help us get stronger and better at what we do. And wasn't the proper method for dungeoneering to just pick up anything with a decent gold/weight ratio?

Go force faggot.

When it comes to traits and stuff, I'm not even sure how much those affect the end result. I always saw any kind of personality forcing as narration for babies, as it's an easy subject to talk about. While it might influence the tupper at the start, as they live and experience the world, they are going to grow and become the person they really are. Not some random adjectives some random douche chose for them.

They give direction to the early forcing process. Talking about traits you want in a tulpa for a long time will help you understand those traits, find out what they mean on a deeper level and if you're doing it like how we did, you'll think about how those traits manifest in a person. Regardless of whether or not the traits you try to implant will be present in the tulpa, you will have a better understanding of the depth of certain personality traits, which will allow for a tulpa with more depth as well, I reckon.

And yeah, I agree with that mindset. Once your tulpa starts exploring the world outside you, talking to other people and learning from different influences, you'll probably find their personality developing much faster than it did before.

Dutch mentions that Fluttershy is hot.

Let's try and find those egg poachers first. It's strange to me that those people need to die over stealing this, maybe we can talk to them about things, see what they have to say.

Then we should of course go dungeon crawling, because we are a strong adventurer and it is in our blood.

Yook got rejected by another pretty girl, so he's trying to find comfort in the pole now...

The rat job sounds like a trivial matter for someone like us, let's do it if we ever find ourselves in the neighborhood. A proper bandit seems like a more interesting task for us, however, so I suggest we go and seek this nord out. After doing that, we can turn in the quest and deliver the package.

Let's do some more research into the dark brotherhood too, if we can find anyone who's willing to talk.

Our highest priority should be getting full, proper armor, and to furnish our new pad. The skulls of our fallen enemies are a must, and we need a good supply of strong drink for a strong nord. A display of great weapons and armor is probably needed, as well.

Most of these supplies could perhaps be found in the smugglers' den, so let's go take a look there. And rings are for women, so we shall return it to the woman who was looking for it.

Let's find the tax collector. Where there are tax collectors, there's money. Fargoth is our best friend now, so we cannot betray him. Can we inform him about Hrisskar's plot against him? That ring seems like it's decent for overworld travel, so I suppose we could take it. We should find some armor before trying to take out the smugglers, but our axe arm is itchy after that first taste of violence...

Do we have any spells at our disposal right now?

For next time: If you were a river I'd be a dam because dam u fine.

Dutch insists that Nords should be stronk aryan men, so A4 for face and goldilocks for hair is our vote.

Yook "Mountainfist" Thunderbird was also be known under a different name in his past. The "Silent Thunder," he was called, a mischievous ghost, used by mothers in scary bedtime stories all over Skyrim to scare their children straight. "If you don't drink your milk, the Thunder will get you!" they'd say. All one would see is a strong, masculine jawline in the mirror, the shadow of a bulging bicep in the corner, before death would silently come. The tall, muscular master of stealth and assassination, Yook Thunderbeard will now make a new, living legend in this unfamiliar land. He is strong, yet nimble, and his spiked mace left many a head shattered in the cold alleyways of Windhelm. In that city, one child was the sole survivor of an attack of this mysterious man, telling of a mountainous appearance in his burning home's doorway, covered in heavy metal plating, a beard and cold blue eyes staring at the pile of corpses at its feet.