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Elyntine smiled and nodded. "All right, then," she said. "You're right. We need to remain focused on the problem at hand- I need not doubt myself any longer." She mounted her horse. "Let's go. Our discussions can wait- the elves cannot."

Irri threw a stick at Aramith. "Whisper your lies more quietly, yeah?"

"Some group, certainly," chuckled Sebastien to Elyntine, watching his companions squabble from afar. "We may be doomed yet, madam."

"Idiot." Irri concluded, with a jaunty nod to Sieanach. She laughed.
"There waaas a man, an elf. Of Aaaaalinor's blood, he was! He thouuuught of nothing, but what... Himself! Of course! And when Suuuuummerset sighed, amid Daedric flood! He stood!
Freedom and peace he promised! But death and destruction he brought! All through Tamriel, from northeast to southwest, we rue the day the Thalmor were wrought!" she sang roughly to an irregular tempo, laughing at the end. "We all rue the day!"

"Incessant torment?" Siaenach called over her shoulder. "More like just desserts! The only thing You and Yours did in Skyrim was prolong the Stormcloak victory while weakening the Empire. We were prepared to help the Empire, if we'd only gotten recognised. But noooooo, apparently we were too barbaric."

"And also: I guess what makes the apple sour is the fact that the Bosmer got one oppression replaced by another. At least with the Empire we got taken seriously."

Irri nodded, shrugging. "Valenwood will be free. Someday. As long as any Bosmer still breathes, there is hope. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Some have been speaking... Perhaps... That another Wild Hunt might be on the way." She grinned wolfishly, her eyes dancing and animalistic.

"Well, no offense, but you do have that unlucky history with unsuccesful rulers," Siaenach said. "But where there is hope, there's a road."

Tireace smiled and said "mhm you speak the truth, Reachwoman.. but can we go now? we must be swift, the longer we take.. ah hell screw it. When ARE we going to go?"

"Ah, true." Irri agreed. "But enough unhappy talk, the world is unhappy enough already, ya?"

Feather-Tail eyed Elyntine and Sebastien warily as they conversed, well aware of their presumably negative references to him; the title 'Argonian' was employed, however, rather than the assumed courtesy of a name. He sat himself a bit straighter upon his horse's saddle as they continued, again ensuring his lack of submission was made clear.

"What's your name? i think you never told us!" Tireace said after taking her horse near Feather-Tail "I'm Tireace, Breton Mage." as she held out her hand to shake hands with him

Feather-Tail scanned Tireace's figure carefully, unsure of whether to accept the Breton's gesture of friendliness; seeing as the woman held herself non-aggressively, however, he saw no justification in allowing Mer-based politics to override common courtesy. Feather-Tail shook Tireace's hand firmly, then returning his own to his horse's reins.

"My name, to your tongue, is Feather-Tail." He stated rather proudly.

"Feather-Tail? does that mean you have actuall feathers on your tail?!" Tireace said fasincated by the name "or is just a name? mhm.. what is Black Marsh like? Is it nice? i'm thinking of visiting.."

"I've feathers upon my tail, though not in great numbers," Feather-Tail replied readily. "I was under the impression that you possessed eyes." A bit regretful of the unwarranted insult, Feather-Tail proceeded to answer Tireace's second query without pause.

"If you've such an interest in Black Marsh, then I suggest you pay the region a visit. I will warn you, however- the swamps of my home are not hospitable to one such as yourself. Danger abounds."

"i dont make habits of starting at people.. and i'm freaky about tails and feet.. for odd reasons.." Tireace said, scolded by Feather-tail's insult "Danger? my faveourite kind of visit then, i shall visit black marsh when all this is over." Tireace then proceeded to pull out a map and plan her journey across black marsh.