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Elyntine was slowly becoming more convinced of the truth in Singer's words, though she denied this to herself. She was curious to see which Daedric prince was supposedly her parent.

"Kah'jihreed does not trust this, Singer," the Khajiit growled. The aversion for the man and his sayings grew with every second. "Kah'jihreed does not wish to be a part of the God's plans, even not those of the Hunter." He paused for a second, looking at the Wood Elf.
"Will Irriwen allow herself to become prey?"

Irriwen looked at Kah'jih for a long while, her dark eyes unsettling and almost predatory. "I am no prey." She said finally.

"When one goes to the Hunter, one is prey. Always. That is all Kah'jihreed has to say to Irriwen until she decides," the Khajiit said, his eyes as cold as his words.

"Elyntine Amris and Kah'j'ihreed, I call upon the Daedric Princes to Claim these two children of the Daedra." The crack of a tree falling in the forest answered Singer's call.

"Hail Elyntine, daughter of Boethiah. I am hardly surprised, considering your heritage. Your Gift is that you can tell any lie you can think up - and it will be believed." Singer slowly turned to the Khajiit.

"Hail, Kah'j'ihreed, son of Meridia. Your Gift is the power to resist Magicka - almost completely."

The Khajiit took a few steps back and ducked in an agressive manner, baring his teeth again.

Sebastien turned back toward the gathering of strangers and eyed Kah'jihreed sternly as the Khajiit's teeth glistened. He thought of saying something comforting, but there was nothing to say; what was to be was to be. And it was no trick. He would have sensed such magic, and powerful magic it would have been.

He felt a sudden and terrible headache.

He looked toward the Breton who had previously requested to join Elyntine and he. "It would seem, daughter of Sheogorath, that you'll be joining all of us," he said quietly to her.

Feather-Tail glanced, from his awkward seat upon the inn's wooden stairs, towards the ten others with a newfound curiosity and interest given their supposedly spectacular destiny. Singer's claim pertained to his own future as well, of course; he had yet, however, to fully embrace the details of his past, as he was certain of his parents' identities and found the unspoken denouncement of such notions to be discomforting.

Tireace thinks and takes note of Sebastien words "well then our gifts may be usefull may not.. but we will not know untill we find out! shall we all move onwards to help the mer kind?" she then stands up and mentally takes notes of everyone's name and ablilities.

"J'Dar needs to know how we summon these abilities? Does we just do them and it will happen?"

"Kah'jihreed." Irri said, approaching him. "It is your inheritance. Have no fear, Kah'jih."

The Khajiit ground his teeth. He didn't like the situation one tiny bit, it was far too vague. "What if Singer is lying?" he asked Irriwen. "Kah'jihreed will live no longer, or he will be the eternal toy of a Daedra."

"What aout me?" Beorn demanded to know from the Singer. "Where do I come into this?

Irri drew her bow, and with lightening speed, shot an arrow at a tree that was about 100 feet away. "Let's see if he is lying." She said, and shot a second arrow. It cleanly split the other shaft in two.

"Singer we may kill," Kah'jihreed said, still doubtful. "But what of the daedra?"

J'Dar laughed. He stood in awe at the splintered arrow, so hard to see, so far away. "J'Dar is wondering if he was the only one who saw it. Ah, nevermind that, J'Dar's turn to try his gift." A very wealthy looking Nord was walking out of the inn as J'Dar said that. J'Dar walked up to the man and poked him on the shoulder. J'Dar then looked the nord in the eyes and whispered things in his ears that sounded as harsh hisses to everyone else. The nord started sweating with a terrified face and handed J'Dar all of his valuables. He then gave J'Dar his weapon and the nord started to undress. The nord gave J'Dar everything on him, covered his privates and ran away before J'Dar give anything back. J'Dar was dumbfounded. With a armful of items, he dropped down the clothes and weapon and sneakily pocketed the valuables.
"J'Dar questions if he should go give these back." Asks J'Dar pointing to the clothes and weapons.

Irri looked at Kah'jih. "We are not the slaves of the Daedra. We are their children." She said, slinging her bow. "These are gifts, not traps."

Singer walked over to J'dar and slapped the items away from him. Everything he stole fell into the mud. "You have the blood of a God - but you are still mortal. Don't take advantage of your fellow man for your own amusement."

"By the looks of it, if this isn't an elaborate con, I won't even have to turn people against each other," Siaenach said in an amused tone.

"How can we be the offspring of the daedra? How do they even... copulate?"

J'Dar runs off to the nord and gives him the items. The nord refuses and starts crying, "Keep it! Just leave me be!" he sobbed. He then ran away.

"Azurah is the sister of the mother of the Khajiiti..." Kah'jihreed said quietely, more to himself than to Irriwen. He looked up to her and stayed silent for a few moments until saying:
"Very well. Kah'jihreed will trust Singer."

"Starborn." Irri said. "Kah'jih, I am glad you will be accompanying us."