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"No, no, no!" Mario protested. "Those are idiotic and barbaric ways to die! Here's something humorous - cut off one of my hands and force me to shake it with my other. Or slice off my arms and force me to climb a tree. Be creative. Do not be so bloody boring."

"The waterfall one was nice. Took weeks before the bones washed away in the river."

She paused for a second.

"Golly. I'm a bit more Forsworn that I like to think."

"No waterfalls here in Hammerfell..." Irri said regretfully. "But I do have a bit of war paint if you want some. Hope you like blue."

"No need to. I've still got my own stashed around somewhere. But thanks for the offer, gorgeous."

"Aww, thank you. You're too kind, beautiful. Now, what do do with the little Imperial?"

"Do not mock death!" Malatar roared from the background.

"Noone asked you, goldenrod!"

Malatar brutally shoved Irri to the ground with his left hand, unsheathing his beautiful Elven longsword with his right and kicking Mario to the ground as well. He held the deadly blade to the Imperial's throat. "Nedic..."

"Oi!" Siaenach yelled, swinging free her own sword (Or spiky stick, as was more accurate).

"You stop right there, goldilocks. I don't care if there's only you and the crybaby left, I'll gut you if you spoil my fun!"

"Arrogant [&@%!]!" Irri squeaked indignantly, kicking Malatar's feet out from under him.

"mhm silly oldie" tireace said before blasting Malatar off mario with a strong gust of wind "play nice kids!!"

Siaenach walked towards the Ayleid.

"Now, no matter what you think, we are no less valuable than you. I am almost Breton. Your kinds' slavery is what reated my race. So don't get your ideas. We were around when you locked yourself up. Don't act like we're young pipsqueaks who aren't worthy of licking your boots."

Malatar knocked Siaenach's blade away with his own, springing to his feet. "It must be remembered that it was our people - our clan who did not force the Nedic into slavery. Yet the bloody humans hunted us down regardless. Selara and I are innocent of the crimes commited by our race during ancient times. And yet we are still criticized. Have you forgetten the genocide of Ayleids that followed Alessia's revolt? Perhaps...But you toy with this thief and mock death as though it is a mere joke. Spare him, or kill him."

Irri laughed. "You deal with him, then!" She glanced at Mario. "Good luck! She said fleetingly, walking away.

"why so s- oh yea your clan got killed sorry" tireace said "but this does not warrant a attack from you. This thief is ours to deal with and ours alone now ok ayleid? What is your name I feel like I'm ignorant when I call you ayleid."

"I am called Malatar - the high wood." Malatar replied. "And I do believe that we have the right to 'deal with' this thief as well. Are Selara and I not members of this group?"

"mhm true but who would want to rob a ayleid? I'm sure you would of killed him before he had his hands in your pockets. But neither the less.. Go for it. Do as you see fit. Hell if you wanna use him as a stress reliever I'll patch him up for you guys"

Malatar sheathed his blade, approached Mario, and grabbed him by the collar. "This world has seen enough death." he mumbled, tossing the Imperial into the thicket. "Allow him to leave."

Feather-Tail wandered near to those assembled around the incompetent newcomer, standing firmly, with arms folded, to one side of the seemingly undecided group. He dared not foolishly intervene, already wary of the possibility that one of the others should challenge him in retaliation for his unmerciful defeat of the Dunmer.

Sebastien, having watched the scene from the edge of the camp, could not help but bury his cheek in his palm, feeling as exhausted as if he had not gotten any sleep. "Gods give me strength," the Breton murmured, now that he was certain that this group would be the death of him - a slow, painful, merciless death that he was not prepared to face, now or ever. He passed by the group without paying them any attention, but in a mocking tone that indicated he did not think himself lucky enough for an answer, he mused, "How ever will we defeat the Marukhati, oh wise prophet of Azura, when we would so easily defeat each other?"

"Have you perhaps given a thought to the fact that maybe acting like we aren't beneath you would give your story much bigger credibility, Ayleid?" Siaenach said, casually swinging her sword back up again. "Your attitude certainly isn't going to help you."

Irri settled down on a tree stump, bouncing her knee with restless energy.

J'Dar became frightened. He didn't know who was who. He went back to his tent and just layed their, motionless, but not sleeping, his tail the only movement.

Kah'jihreed was sitting a bit away from the others, reading his tattered book again.