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Sienna stared off in the distance, oblivious to what Cicero had said. "That woman..." she muttered to herself. "Even now, I can't escape that stupid face."

"Reb-" Sienna stopped herself, clearing her throat. "Sienna, entertainer. For lack of a better word."

Sienna narrowed her eyes, gazing at dra'jhera. "Do you want to smell his butt or something?"

"Well, it certainly is quint." Sienna spoke up, hands on hip. "Smells like vomit, though."

"Nothing comes to mind." Sienna said.

"Sienna will do." She stated, bluntly.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." She shrugged. "I have nothing better to do."

"So you've been upgraded from stray cat to house cat." Sienna scoffed. "You should be proud."

"And what, pray tell, would you have to teach me?" She crossed her arms, pouting mockingly.

"What about?" Sienna called out, strolling over. "This better be important, I'm a very busy woman."

"I never even got to kill the cat." Sienna pouted, scanning the arena for her precious knives. "What's that guy want?" she said, responding to Ciceros call.

"That's an interesting idea, certaintly." Her face turned to an arrogant smirk. She sent her dagger flying towards the khajit.

"What are you doing?" She called, crossing her arms and childishly tapping her foot. "I'm down here you know!"

Sienna winced in pain, backing up a step. "Don't get cocky, vermin." She pounced Dra'jhera, this time thrusting her fist towards the cat's throat.

"Your move, cat." Sienna sneered, dropping into a defensive stance. "Try and look less useless this time."

"Maybe you misunderstood," she said, her voice cold and ruthless. "STAND UP!"

Sienna pulled the dagger from her breastplate, tossing it back to the khajit. "Listen, family honor is at stake here. I can't just slaughter someone who isn't even standing."

Before Malzar could retaliate, his eyes widened with fear. "Not now..." he muttered, grasping his arm. His hand was hanging by a thread. "Who's doing this?!"

You're a fool Mal.

"M... Mother? You're supposed to be dead!" his hand finally fell, rotting on the way down.

You couldn't live forever ...

"LET'S SEE IF YOU DESERVED THAT OFFICER RANK, BOY!" Malzar howled, casting a revive spell on the dead thalmor.

"There's nothing there." A smile spread across his face, one filled with malice and pure bloodlust. "This body wasn't mine originally, so it didn't feel right to keep something I wouldn't need."

Malzar wiped the blood from his mouth. "Let me tell you something, I don't give a sh*t about your empire and that's something you should get used to" He stood to his feet and brushed himself off. "But the only person who's allowed to strike me and live is my mother."

"Uhh, why?" Malzar inquired.

Malzar, unable to control himself any long, burst out laughing. "Beautiful!" he exclaimed.

"I'm starting to like this guy." Malzor laughed.