Issac

The Altmer glanced in the direction of the crowd, noticing many of the citizens were glancing Amili's way every so often before resuming their conversation. Thoughtfully, Issac looked the Dunmer over. From the looks she's getting Amili had something to do with that situation's resolution......

He returned her smile with a well-practiced, polite grin. As they passed under the archway to Castle Chorrol, Issac said to Amili. "Here is were you are finally rid of us, Sera. Thank you for escorting us." A stable boy opened the gate for them.

"May fortune smile upon you," He bid the guardian farewell, heading for the great hall.

Amili -> Chorrol Castle

As the were walking up towards the castle, Amili noticed the town's folk glancing at her and ignored the suspicious look that the Altmer gave her.

Upon reaching the stable, Amili saw them in the right direction, and settled for a wave.

Issac

As Amili waved and walked back to Chorrol, Issac took Satyana's hand and together they crossed the threshold to the waiting room. Thankfully, the large crowds had yet to arrive, so the only occupants were the other courtesans and the various people who lived in the castle.

Issac nodded to Valga's herald, who approached the Countess, while they waited outside. He gave Satyana a reassuring look and squeeze on her shoulder.

Countess Valga

She was surprised when the herald told her who was awaiting an audience; Issac did have the day off. She sent the herald back to show them in.

"Hello, Issac and Satyana," she greeted as they entered the audience chamber, "What brings you two here today?"

Issac

The altmer felt an unconscious bounce in his step. A lifetime of lessons in the politics of nobility, kept him from announcing the news immediately.

He stopped at the feet of the stairsteps leading to Valga's throne, both hands on his cane. "Countess, I know you weren't expecting me until tomorrow, but some things have come up that I felt could not wait."

Issac paused for a heartbeat. "Satyana and I are expecting a child soon, and I ask for someone else to be your representative with the other counties so that I may be present to raise our child."

Countess Valga

The Countess smiled, but it was obvious that there was more on her mind than the expected child.

"First, I want to congratulate you and Satyana. I'm sure you both will raise a fine little boy or girl," then she sighed, "But I have to be honest, these are tough times and your help is needed. There aren't many of us left that support the old ways, and too many people in favor of Altair's democracy. On top of that I just recieved the horrific news that Countess Umbranox was found dead on the road. Is there no way you could continue working for at least a couple of months?"

Satyana

"Th...thank you countess" Satyana blushed, then she grabbed Issac's arm and said:

"Maybe we....we could help out for a while? I feel great and the baby isn't due until six months from now..so what do you say Issac? Shall we be of assistance to the great Countess?"

Issac

His eyes widened, and his hands fell to his side, the right dragging the cane awkwardly. A few more months was reasonable, but Millona Umbranox dead!?

"Dead.... on the road?" Issac's mind raced, Umbranox had traveled that path for years, it seemed wrong she'd end up dead after these years.

"Of... Of course I will serve for a few months..." He furrowed his brow, still accepting the ramifications.

Countess Valga

The Countess sighed again, but this time it was a sigh of relief, not exasperation.

"Thank you, Issac. You have no idea how important you really are around here, and anything you can do I appreciate."

"But don't worry about work just now; stay in the city, celebrate with your family, relax. We'll talk about business tomorrow."

Altair/Veric

The Council meeting was over, and the chambers were empty save Voltar and himself.

"The Ayleid power source sits below us, right now," he said, seemingly out of nowhere, "All the power in the world just sitting there waiting to be tapped, yet we don't know how."

"I've studied every sketch of the original White Gold Tower's construction in the library, but none of them even depicted it. That's what happens when people that didn't even build the thing start to draw its blueprints, and I doubt the Ayleids would be willing to just hand over that kind of information to their conquerors."

"We've hit a pretty big obstacle here, Voltar. We may have to delay the "Second Akaviri Invasion" a few more months."

Issac

The Altmer felt some of the tension lift, and he straightened again. "Thank you, Countess Valga."

He met the Countesses' eyes and nodded. She could depend on him. "Until tomorrow," Issac said, turning to leave with Satyana.

Satyana

She bowed to the countess and smiled

"I can still make myself useful to you Countess, I can still work in the kitchen, like I used to...Can't I Issac?"

OCC: I'm afraid that I'm going to be a tad lazy and trail off on the two lovers for awhile.

Issac

"For awhile, of course," he replied. Issac noticed the herald was talking to other people at the entrance. "Let's get going, 'Tyana."

He nodded to the herald and the new party as they passed. It had brightened considerably outside during the brief meeting. Issac took a deep breath of fresh air, and turned to Satyana. They stood there for a sweet eternity, oblivious to everything but the other's smiling face.

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Plys'Iea

The hunter watched impassively as the legionnaires studied his most recent work. These are not prey, these are but practice....... He was not blind to how the citizens of this land looked upon these..... guards. He'd observed some of these very men...... dealing with the citizens. Neither side had the hunter's sympathy, these men were the strong, they had the privilege to claim the weak's possesions as ther own. But at the same time, these soldiers were wretched things, without honor or disipline.

The hunter considered them in the same group as the necromancer Mannimarco, vile things. They did not deserve respect or recognition, but he did delight in seeing these wretches suffer for their shortcomings. The heat of the day caused them to remove various pieces of their armor, as expected.
"I'm going to get a drink, be right back" One of the humans departed for the well by the edge of town. Silently, the hunter approached while the guard struggled with the bucket. He could have killed him instantly in any number of ways, but that was not the alien's intent.

His hand reached out, his palm over the man's mouth, cutting off his inhalation. The pathetic creature's struggles could not free it. He waited a moment after the human went limp and released his grip. The hunter set about his punishment.

Voltar

Voltar scratched his chin idly. His thoughts were wondering as well.

"Would you suppose we might find such information like we need if we investigated other Ayleid ruins. Perhaps one such ruin could've been used to hold a collection of texts or something..."

Indor

Indor walked despondently through the streets. He’d had high hopes of finding some luck in the University but there hadn’t been the sort of interest he’d hoped for. It wasn’t long before he found himself in the Arboretum district. He liked to walk there to think and look at the trees. It was also possible to filch some ingredients when it was quiet.

He took a seat under a tree and idly watched the people go about there business. Most passed straight though hurrying from one place to another but others were just there to enjoy the park. A couple wandered on the grass on the other side of the road. By the way they were speaking it appeared they’d been apart for a while. He shook himself when he realised he’d been looking but he was sure he recognised the lady but couldn’t think where from.

Then it came to him. She was the archmage and on the council. If anyone was both in a position to help him and inclined to it would be her but would she want to deal with a commoner? The circumstances might dent his welcome too… He glanced back over, they were just standing enjoying each other’s company.

Fortune favours the bold, he thought as he plucked up the courage to go over to them.


OOC: I'm not sure is they've finished their conversation so if not ‘plucking up the courage’ could take a while to let them finish, otherwise he’ll go to speak to them now.

Plys'Iea

The hunter stood on a wooden support that was surrounded by the rubble of what once was a small house. All fo the guards were dead, save one. The survivor lay on the ground at the base of his vantage point. At last the man roused himself. No sooner did he open his eyes did he begin to writhe uncontrollably.

Several small fragments of his legion armor were embedded above his midriff, in his biceps, and quadriceps. With his armor removed, the legionnaire was covered in mud and clothed in a tunic and short pants. The hunter watched as the guard went limp, exhuasted from his agony-induced spasms.
Over the breeze blowing through, the hunter felt the approach of a brown bear. With a satisfied humph, he dropped down from the support and dissappeared into the forest. If the wretched sentients here attempted to track him, he would lead them a merry chase.

Altair/Veric

Veric nodded, "Good thought. See what information you can dig up, and tell me the details tomorrow. Right now I can't help you because I have to speak with the treasury about the Reconstruction budget and I have to get their approval on my proposal to lower taxes this coming year."

"Unfortunately, you have to participate in politics when you decide to pretend to be a politician," he said before finally starting to leave the council chambers, "Farewell, Voltar. Hopefully this obstacle will not keep us standing still for long."

Brianna

Brianna slowly went outside. The sun was shining and she knew she would find Rahvin sitting outside the house, probably puffing on his old stinking pipe, contemplating as usual, not making any fuss of himself. Sometimes she was hoping he would just not be so nice and quiet, that he would be a little bit like the stubborn young assassin he used to be. But then again they had a good life now, no threats, nobody chasing them around Tamriel. It was almost too good to be true.

"Rahvin, my love, are you ok? I'd like to discuss something with you....you see...I have an idea, I need your opinion.."

She put her hand on his head, gently touching his hair

I love him so much...I hope....

Rahvin

Brianna knew Rahvin all too well; he was indeed sitting on a stone bench outside their house with his pipe in hand. It was his typical morning ritual before his day of hunting and gathering began. Brianna did a lot of work with alchemy, and he always stopped to gather herbs for her while he was wandering the countryside. Rahvin had some experience with alchemy, but poisons had been his expertise and he didn't have the grasp on healing magic like that his wife did, no matter how much she tried to teach him. She had mentioned once that she wanted to start her own practice as an apothecary. Rahvin hoped she did it; Brianna loved the work and she could do a lot of good.

It was a beautiful morning, and the sun was barely peeking above the Jerall mountains to the east. Rahvin set the pipe down on the ground as he watched his wife walk towards him. He smiled as she came and took her hand, pulling her down to sit on his lap.

"Alright," he said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek, "Spill it."

Brianna

She smiled, she was very fond of sitting on Rahvin's lap. She hugged him and then took his face between her hands, saying:

"I think I might be able to rent a place quite in the centre of Chorrol, not so far from Lokken Tavern, it's a good place, not far from water supply, good location, many people move around in the area...I think it would be ideal for setting up an Apothecary! Besides there'll be enough space to start a small healing-practise!..Oh Rahvin, wouldn't it be great if we could start a business in town? You could be so useful, gathering all the raw material..and you could develop your alchemical talent!!"

The last remark made her smile and plant a kiss on his lips. She knew very well how skilled he indeed was with different kinds of poison, even though he rarely used that talent anymore

She awaited his response with shiny eyes.....

Rahvin

"That's a great idea," he said, "I'll try to find more ingredients for you today so you can start building a larger supply."

"Or..." he said, dramatically pausing for a moment to convey the idea that he had just come up with a great idea, "...we could both go. Then it will be less like work and more like fun."

Brianna

"Yes!, that would be like the old days, you and me going out doing things together. I'll just get my things ready and we can go now....I'll prepare some food so we can have a picnic on the way"

She sang as she went inside to prepare for the trip, so what food to bring? She took her biggest satchel and put in some bread, cheese, vegetables and a bottle of comberry juice. She thought about bringing a bottle of brandy as well, and decided to do it. Then they needed a couple of blankets, in case they had to spend the night outside or if there would be a chilly evening.

Naturally the plan wasn't to spend days out there, but her gut-feeling told her to be prepared....

She went over to Rahvin where he was standing preparing his gear and hugged him from behind....

He used to be very angry when someone sneaked up on him, she remembered once , long ago, when she was almost killed doing just what she was doing now, but she was convinced he'd be more patient now

"Rahvin", she whispered, her cheek tight to his back, "Are you ready, love?" She pressed herself tight to his back

Indor

The couple seemed unaware of him as he approached but when he got closer the dunmer looked up. The woman followed his gaze and also looked at Indor. The startling green of the woman’s eyes made him pause momentarily. He remembered himself just quickly enough and bowed deeply.

“My lord and lady,” he said, “I have a preposition which may be of interest to those such as yourselves on the council.” In truth he’d never seen to dunmer man before but it wouldn’t hurt to scrape a little. “I hope this is not too great an imposition?”

Rahvin

"Almost," he answered, glad to have Brianna's company, "Just a few more to go."

He was standing in front of his workbench, inspecting the last of the arrows he had just fletched. After sliding the final arrow into his quiver, Rahvin turned around and pulled his wife close to kiss her. In that moment, just like many others he shared with Brianna, he realized that she was everything good in his life. He also thought of how close he had come to killing this amazing woman. But that was a long time ago, and he was no longer that same soulless assassin.

"Now I'm ready," he said, slinging his bow and quiver over his shoulder. It wasn't that he expected trouble, he merely wanted to be able to bring home some meat if the opportunity presented itself. That was what he told himself, at least. In reality, he doubted that he would be able to take his attention away from Brianna long enough to do any hunting.



Rann

Rann was slightly annoyed at the interruption, but his agitation turned to amusement when he heard himself addressed as 'lord'.

"Though you may want to refer to her as Lady Dalrus, you can just call me Rann," he said, offering the dunmer a handshake, "And you are?"

Brianna

The sun was shining as they exited the house. Brianna stopped at the porch just viewing the surroundings for a while. She could feel Rahvin standing so close to her, that made her shiver a little. She took his hand.

"So shall we?" she smiled and took a few dancing steps down the road. " If you like we could go to town first and have a look at the place? Or do you find it better to take the horses?"

Indor

The dunmer who had called himself Rann had a firm handshake.

“My name is Indor Varyon, I am a travelling scholar and alchemist,” said Indor. He took a breath but continued before Rann could reply, “Currently I am studying some remarkable properties of Alyeid stones – I have my notes with me if you are interested – but my funds are becoming depleted so I am looking for sponsors, or any work nobles like yourselves may have to offer an academic such as myself.” He bowed again for good measure though the dunmer offering his first name had confused Indor, most unlike the higher echelons of society.

Rahvin

"We can go into town first," he said, starting in that direction, "I do want to see it."

OOC: Issac and Satyana are in town right? Might as well meet up with them, I guess.

OOC: Yes they should be in town, just visited the Countess, so they might be in the old favourite establishment....Lokken Tavern and chatting with Ragnar!. So Satyana could tell them about her condition!

Brianna

"Ahh good" They were off. The walk into town didn't take long, and soon they reached the gates. The sun was really burning and Brianna had developed a slight headache.

"Why don't we go for a drink ? This heat is killing me. Lokken would be good, our place is pretty near, we can have a drink before we go there"

Brianna put her hand on her forehead, it really started to hurt now...

Rahvin

"You want me drunk so I'll agree to buying this place!" he accused jokingly, "It's in shambles, isn't it?"

They had a bit of a laugh as they headed for the tavern. The bar was full, and Ragnar seemed busy, so they sat down at a table in the far corner of the room. They ordered their drinks, and the barmaid rushed off to fill their order.

"Are you okay?" he asked, after he noticed that Brianna seemed to be putting her hand on her head an awful lot.

Brianna

She was in a joyful mood despite the terrible headache, Rahvin was joking with her and she liked that very much, he needed to have fun and he needed to show it....she smiled ; he was joking about her getting him drunk so he wouldn't object to buy the place she'd found.....well there was a bit of truth in that joke really....

"Ah I'll probably be ok, there's not much a nice brandy can't cure, but I've had a bit of headache lately, mostly in mid day....might be the heat or something"

She sighed and emptied her glass

"Well we could have another one of these....." she giggled "So you will se the beauty of the place I'd like to have!"

Saying this she burst out in laughter "Oh dear dear Rahvin, don't look so scared, it's not that bad"

But almost, there's a lot of work to do before we'll get it in order....Now that's one part of it, we will be able to do something together, some practical work...I'd love that sweetie

Rann

Since Rann doubted that his remaining twenty-four septims were what Indor was referring to when he spoke of research funds, he decided to be silent for now and let Dalrus answer.

Just as she opened her mouth as if to speak, a young imperial messenger came running in their direction.

"Archmage!" he yelled from a distance, "Lady Varus!"

When he finally approached, he gave both Rann and Indor a strange look, as if wondering how they could ever belong in such company. He whispered something in Dalrus' ear, and her face put on a grim expression. She pulled Rann off to the side, and it was obvious that they were having a serious conversation. Dalrus and the messenger hurried away after that, leaving Rann and Indor alone.

"Well, it looks like it's just me and you, now," he said, "Something came up over at the mages' guild. Some Telvanni Councilor or other decided to show up for a surprise visit and plans to stay a while."

OOC: I'm tried to control Dalrus as little as possible, but I had to a little bit. At least I avoided actual dialogue.

Indor

Indor watched the Imperial messenger hurried off with the archmage. “Telvanni,” he muttered under his breath, “Swits…” he stopped realising not everyone agreed and hoping he hadn’t been heard.

“Well sir… sorry, Rann… are you interested in any alchemical or academic services I may be able to offer.” Indor eyed Rann’s weapons, “I doubt you are a scholar of the ancients though I could be wrong.”

And who are you? he wandered, Cheap clothes but with the archmage.

Rann

"I'm no scholar," he admitted, "But I do dabble," he added with a smirk.

He had often considered doing his own research independent of Altair's, not because of any trust issue, but because he felt that the more brains that were working to figure out his "condition," the better. He wouldn't bring this up to Indor, though, at least not before he really knew this mer. Independent scholars such as this one, though, were often the best. Instead of gaining knowledge solely from books and scrolls and other experts, they had firsthand experience.

"I can't pay you," he said, "But I'll work for you if you work for me in exchange."

Indor

Indor raised an eyebrow. “Currently I am researching certain stones left by the Ayleid’s. Truly fascinating properties…” He grimaced slightly and rubbed at his bandaged hand, “Quite exceptional.” He stopped well aware of how dull his studies often seemed.

“Tell me what is it you ‘dabble’ in? Is the work you propose related?” He had a good feeling: Rann didn’t look like most dabblers. They were normally nobles who read the odd book to look clever or fantasists who wanted to find some hidden secret or treasure from a fairy story. He would have put money on Rann being neither.

Rann

"I just happen to have a vested interest in a solving an old mystery, and I since I'm no magickal or historical expert, I try to get all the help I can. Unfortunately not all help is trustworthy. But that isn't the point. Listen, I'm leaving to go to Chorrol tomorrow, and I know that the Alyeid ruin Lindai is on the way. If you wanted to study those ruins, I can help clear them out so you can get a good look."

He pulled his counpouch off his belt and looked inside.

"I'll throw in drinks too."

Indor

Indor struggled to keep his jaw from dropping. The Dunmer was either seriously good or seriously insane. When he’d approached the fighters guild about protection in a ruin he’d had to sit down after they told him what it would cost to hire enough men. Now he had an offer to poke around one as much as he wanted. Had he been of the disposition he would have wandered whether he was dreaming.

“That sounds quite acceptable,” he said trying to keep his excitement from showing, “Indeed it should greatly further my research, a deal then. Now about those drinks?”

Rann

"I'll pack them," he replied, "Just meet me tomorrow morning at eight at the stables just outside the gate."

OCC: Sorry, I've been a little distracted of late, I'll move Issac and 'Tyana forward.

Issac, Chorrol

For awhile they just walked Chorrol's streets, greeting many of the townspeople they knew and alternately conversing as they walked. Issac hadn't been paying attention to the sky so it came as a surprise when the clouds above began raining.

Before he or Satyana could get soaked, he threw up a weak shield sphere to keep them dry. The rain began to pour, and Issac looked to Satyana. "So, where do you want to go now?"

Indor

Indor’s mind buzzed as he walked back towards the waterfront. One good look at the ruin could reveal so much, and offer a chance to get more stones to study. He was slightly tempted to go into The New Float but he hadn’t the money. He smiled, he might be abandoning his home but at least he wasn’t going to give them their rent.

The smile evaporated as he passed behind the Imperial Trading Company. The door of his house hung like a wilted leaf from one hinge. A couple of other houses had suffered similarly - other houses the bailiff had visited. Indor ignored them and ran into his.

The ground outside was stained with mangled ingredients and broken bottles. Inside was bare. What they couldn’t sell smouldered in the fire. They had even lifted some floorboards in their search. “Fetchers,” he growled trying to conjure a fireball to destroy their shack. The resultant wisp of flame barley marked the wall. He swore again and sat trying to calm his mind.

It was full dark when he left though the broken window. He wasn’t sure if anyone was watching. If they were they might miss him. When the first debt collectors had come he had stashed his only valuables in a wax cotton bag under a stone down the coast. He kept to the shadows on his way there. The mortar and pestle - considerably better than mages guild standard issue - staff and other oddments he’d left there were as they had been.

For a moment he pondered what having readied this said about him but he put it aside for later and started towards the stable looking for a place to spend the night.

Satyana

" Ahhh it's pouring down! I'm totally wet, let's go to Lokken Tavern, it's just around the corner" Satyana took Issac's hand and dragged him along down the street. At the corner she turned and there it was! Lokken Ravern with its welcoming lantern outside

Satyana and Issac hurried to the door and entered....

Brianna

After she emptied her third Brandy she was very happy and content. Life was wonderful, she was sitting in a warm cozy Inn with the love of her life. She leaned her head against Rahvin's shoulder, closing her eyes and....was very happy. The smile on her lips said it all...

OCC: Rahvin can spot Issac and Satyana. I don't want Dantrag to miss the reunion.

Issac

He glanced around the tavern, seeing it was mostly full. "Well, we're out of the rain." Issac ran a hand up and down Satyana's back and both sleeves. Heated from a weak use of fire, the touch got rid of the dampness, mostly.
After drying himself off in the same way, the Altmer scanned the tavern again for empty tables.

Rahvin

Rahvin always sat in a chair facing a building's door, if possible. It was an old habit formed from years of having to kill people. This time though, the figures walking through the door were not targets, nor did they bring trouble; they were friends.

Rahvin nudged Brianna, "Look, it's Satyana and Issac."

He stood to get either Issac or Satyana's attention and motioned for them to come to the table.

Rann

Rann walked to the Market District where he purchased a bed at the Merchant's Inn. Twenty Septims left. That would get him a breakfast and some cheap arrows before the journey.

Rann sat down at the small desk in his seemingly smaller room and began writing two letters. They were made out to Dalrus and Flogir, apologizing for leaving the city so soon but explaining that he was in a hurry to visit his family in Chorrol. It was true, but he had to admit to himself that he wouldn't be leaving quite so soon if there wasn't a percieved adventure ahead.

He walked back into the streets as he hunted down a messenger. He handed the letters to the first one he spotted.

"Can you deliver these today?" he asked.

"That will be seven septims," the messenger replied.

So much for that breakfast. he thought as he put the coins in the boy's hand. He went back to his room immediately. There was a long day ahead.

Indor

Indor woke early. He’d slept in the lea of the city wall, his cloak forming a sort of tent over him. His stiff muscles protested as he sat up and looked out over Lake Rumare, the sun still only a glow in the east. The waters looked inviting.

Even after washing he reached the stables early so he passed the time re-fletching his darts and scanning the ground for any interesting ingredients.

Rann

The rising sun shone brightly in Rann's window, bringing him out of his slumber. He readied his things, swiped a few bottles of brandy unnoticed, and left the inn. On his way out of the city, he stopped by an armorer's shop to purchase a few iron arrows. They weren't the best arrows, but they were straight, sturdy, and sharp; more than enough to kill something.

A short walk later, he spotted Indor by the stables fletching darts.

"Sorry I'm late," he said as he approached, "I had to get those drinks."

Indor

“Good,” said Indor, “It’s a bit early to be having them yet but we’ll be warm later.” He put away his darts and stood. “We had best go then.”

As they walked across the rebuilt bridge, the fresh stone shining in the morning light, Indor glanced back at the Imperial City over his shoulder. Being back on the road was good. He’d stayed too long and didn’t think he would miss the place.

Brianna

"What dear?" She looked up at Rahvin, the she saw what he saw and a bright smile developed in her face

"Is it? Is it really Satyana? And Issac....oh yes it is!" She waved at the couple, hoping they'd notice

She looks tired, I hope she's OK

A mother's concern, as always...


Satyana

She noticed Rahvin immediately with a ping of joy, he was with....her mother..

She looks so young, and happy, I didn't know she was so beautiful

"Issac, there's Rahvin, look! And my mother is with him,I think they want us to sit with them, come on dear!"

She grabbed Issac's hand and headed for the table where Rahvin and Brianna were seated

"Rahvin!" she exclaimed, "It's so good to see you, oh yes it's good to see you to Mother" she added

Rann

Despite the fact that he had just ended his journey back from the Isles the day before, Rann liked being on the road. At the same time, though, he felt a bit guilty for leaving on such short notice without even telling Dalrus or Flogir.

"We've got a lot of time to kill," he said after a long stint of silent walking, "So what's your story?"

Rahvin

"Satyana! Issac! How are you both?" he greeted, sliding a bottle on the table towards them, "Come, sit, drink, smoke, talk."

Mentioning smoke suddenly reminded Rahvin of his pipe. He brought forth a small pouch of tobacco and began stuffing his pipe as their company sat down to join them.

Satyana

She took a few dance-steps and hugged Rahvin, " It's so good to see you" she smiled heartily, sank down on a chair and investigated what beverages was offered. Unfortunately alcoholic ones, she sighed silently.

Then the smell of tobacco reached her as Rahvin started to stuff his pipe...

She just about made it too the door, flung herself out and threw up on the stairs.

Brianna

She looked hastily at Rahvin, then followed her daughter

"What the...." she muttered supporting Satyana inside again after wiping her face.

"I think there's really something you young ones need to tell us, right?" Brianna laughed "Please Rahvin, wait a sec stuffing that pipe will you?"

Indor

Indor was relieved when Rann broke the silence but it took him a moment to reply. “How far back? I arrived in Cyrodiil as the war ended looking to study Ayleid remains. To start with everyone was too busy rebuilding to be interested. My money ran out and I got stuck in the city. Never had enough to make more but never had so little that I wanted to cut and run. Until the last couple of weeks anyway.” He paused thinking. He’d have left much sooner when he was younger. “Still looks like I’m making progress again,” he smiled, “Soon I’ll know how much of the theories on them are true.”

“Before I came to Cyrodiil I was on Vvardenfell…” he broke off. “Anyway what’s your story?”

Rann

"After fighting anything and everything in the war, there was really nothing left for me to do. So I went to Summerset Isle to 'find my roots', I guess you could say. I lived with a mage there who had some knowledge of my ancestry, and I learned what I could from him in exchange for my work. I just arrived in the Imperial City yesterday, when I met this strange dunmer trying to study Ayleid ruins."

Rahvin

Rahvin had no idea what was going on, but he did recognize that his tobacco was some sort of problem. Following Brianna's orders, he did indeed put the herb and pipe away.

"Did I miss something?"

Brianna

"Yes, my love, you did miss something" she laughed, putting Satyana on a chair. Then she turned to her daughter, gently stroking her cheek;

"Well dear, I think there's something you want to tell us, right?"

Satyana

Satyana looked at her mother first, then at Rahvin. Her violet eyes were shining and she took a deep breath;

"Rahvin, you're going to be grandfather! And mother you are then naturally going to be grandmother! Yes! Issac and I are going to have a child!"

She stopped....

Oh, I hope Rahvin will be pleased, he's the only father I know of....even if...