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"I plan to go wherever survival guides me." Malatar replied. "The wilderness, the jungles, the deserts, the tundras - any location on Nirn."

"The City? Well... just look up." Singer said jokingly. The Treeside Inn was positioned at the base of one of Valenwood's famed Tree Cities. "The stables are on the other side of the tree. Still, that's a good twenty minute walk."

Meanwhile...

"You don't know who the Thalmor are, do you boy?" Asked the blind man. "You'd be so easy to track. You stick out like an Orc in Valenwood."

"Do not call me boy. I am no member of the youthful generations. You are an obtuse Nede. I was born into the wilderness. I am one with the winderness."

"Stupid Valenwood and its stupid trees..." Siaenach mumbled, kicking at a tree root.

Irri nodded. "Kahjih, I am going to go to the stable. Are you coming?"

The Khajiit nodded. "Yes. Kah'jihreed will come."

Irri glanced briefly around at the others. "If anyone else is coming..." She beckoned, and left the inn.

Tireace runs after Irri and Kah'jihreed yelling at them "hey!! Waiit! I'm coming too!!" after leaving j'dar a thank you note.

Irri looked at the newcomer. "Name?'

"Might as well come along," Siaenach muttered to herself. "It's on the way, after all."

Irri examined Siaenach for a few long moments."You truly are one of the Reachmen?" She asked.

"mhm call me Tireace. Or a jazzy nickname like tar or ace.." tireace mused on then she finally said "what are your names?

"Correct. One of the few non-hagraven cultists. Likely why I have to travel around everywhere trying to gather support.," Siaenach said.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason. My mother read me Red Eagle's tale when I was a child. It was my favourite story..." She said, her voice uncharacteristically soft. She cleared her throat. "Still a good story."

Elyntine took a moment to contemplate the situation. This is it, she thought. this is when everything changes... She turned to Sebastien and J'dar. "Let's head for the stables," she said.

"Red Eagle..." Siaenach mumbled. "One of many unsung heroes... I grew up in Red Eagle Redoubt..."

"Really?" Irri said. "I'd like to see the Reach before I die, perhaps..." She trailed off. "I am being rude. You can name me Irriwen." She said.

"The Reach will never be safe to travel until we get our right. Until then, we will unleash hell on anyone travelling through our lands. The reach is beautiful, yes. But dangerous as well. And until Ulfric recognises that and gives us what we want, we'll continue to kill. Keep that in mind if you ever go there."

"Stormcloak or Imperial or Thalmor, they should all be destroyed." Irri said venomously. "Each people should rule themselves, Bosmer, Reachman, Dunmer, Khajiit alike."

Sebastien let the aggravation he had felt from his discussion with Siaenach fade, releasing another sigh as he did so. He turned turned toward Elyntine and slowly unfolded his arms. "Yes," he said. "That does seem a good idea. We've a long journey, and a ride might help to clear our minds. You need but lead the way, friends. Today has made me weary."

Feather-Tail began towards the stables in relative isolation from the other members of the group, wishing to remain alone if only to more efficiently process his own thoughts rather than pit them awkwardly against those of his peers. Several demigods Feather-Tail already felt unabashed disdain toward, given their behavior thus far; he resolved to momentarily disguise these premature judgments, however, given that each possessed an incredible power comparable to his own.