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Irri watched Siaenach and Tireace in amusement.

Tireace smiles and said back with the look of a fool and the smile of one too "i did not say you and i were the same. i said that we are the same race and thus you insulting your own kind is like the pot calling the kettle black" She then blows fire in Siaenach's face to distract her then run off to Irriwen.

"Do you even listen?" Siaenach yelled, "Or are you as daft as you look? I said I'm not Breton, and you'll never be a Reachman, and hence we will never be the same race, you uninformed piece of skeever's droppings!"

Tireace smiled and folded her arms "mhm.. begone fly.. or shall i burn you like i killed oh.. dozens of your fellow reachmen mhm?" she said then walked off thinking mhm.. why is she picking a fight with me..?

"Heh... You wouldn't be able to set foot in the Reach without being sent to Cidhna Mine by the Nords. You look like a Reachman to them if you're Breton. And do you even know anything about us, apart from the thoroughfare knowledge? There's no way a Breton could kill a Forsworn, a true Forsworn. So either you are really bad at identifying people, or you're the worse person at threats I've ever met. And you're also a dunce at insulting people, to be honest. Besides, calling someone larger than you a fly isn't a wise strategy, unless you want to wake up by the sensation of having a sword between your ribs."

Tireace puts her two first fingers together and puts it to her head "want proof of how little i value your words?" she said as she set herself on fire. when the spell stops she smiles again "you see what i would do to myself.. imagine what i would do to those that anger me"

"Hmph. Cheap parlour tricks wouldn't help you against two hagravens and a storm atronach. Lighting your head on fire might be impressive in an inn in Kvatch, but not to someone who actually has real experience."

"hagravens? are they like the bird women people? if so i killed.. one or two so far.." Tireace said musing on what the Reachman said

"Leave her alone, Sieanach." Irri said calmly. "She's a fool. Would a true daughter of the Reach waster her breath on a fool?"

"what.. Irriwen?.." Tireace looked hurt at Irriwens' words "..i hope you all contract rockjoint and get bitten to death by skeevers!" Tireace then stormed off

Irri sighed. "Silly girl."

Kah'jihreed was fed up with the situation. In a sudden surge of resolute displeasure he got up and walked over to Irriwen.
"Kah'jihreed dislikes being here," he declared to his, so far, closest thing to a friend.

"What do you mean, here?" Irri asked slowly. "Here, physically, you don't like Hammerfell, you don't like our... Er..." She glanced at the foolish little Breton. "Our comrades, or do you just mis home?"

"Kah'jihreed has no home, and is not bothered by the soil he rests on," the Khajiit said, his voice heavy with disdain. "Kah'jihreed does not like the lack of control. Until now he always held the reins. What he did was his own choice. If he died it would be his own fault. Now certainty is gone."