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Nirrarien can hardly believe his luck. He had been apprehensive on learning of the young Lady Benoch's presence amidst the group, she being significantly closer to the Thalmor than he – yet barely rising from the grasp of youth. Mature though she may be, it would certainly rub the elder Nirrarien the wrong way to follow her orders. To be in a leadership role, despite the relatuve closeness of the Lady Benoch and the Bosmer girl to the Thalmor General was fortunate indeed. Fittingly then, the robed mage takes a small step back, retreating from his tight grasp of the elegant whitewood staff he had previously leant against, and lowers his frame into a short bow, “of course, Lord Atalil.” He waits calmly for Allena to finish her exchange with the general and follows the woman in boarding the ship, the Bosmer in his wake.

It suddenly struck the firemage to pause near to where he first steps onto the ship's deck, and cast his gaze to the sky in wonder. This did not feel as it should – what in Oblivion are they to do once they reach Black Marsh? How would they recognise the new companion? What even were they looking for, where was it to be found? He knew the Thalmor sought 'the keys', but keys took many shapes in Tamriel...

It is with some disappointment that the mage notices Do'Khaj and Allena's choice to distance themselves. Nirrarien would very much like to acquaint himself with those he may need through the coming dangers, and this was a most motley assortment. To this aim he turns to the Bosmer, still close-by, and delivers verbal address, “I hope you are not as shy as they.”