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"Aye, we're not exactly from around here, it's far too cold. I was born and raised in Whiterun myself, only my grandparents had the pleasure of living in the Hammerfell warmth."
Talen-Shei almost told her about his past in Black Marsh, but he stopped himself. He was The Serpent now, Talen-Shei had died in Cyrodiil.
"I was born in Morrowind." Talen-Shei lied, giving no hints that he was telling untruths, "It's not particularly warm there, but it's no way near as bad as Skyrim."

"I'm here on business too, to join the Stormcloaks. I hope that I'm not a blundering idiot as you said, but I certainly don't weild a warhammer - to heavy, not discrete enough."
"Ulfric must be getting desperate." Talen-Shei remarked, if Ulfric was desperate enough to accept large numbers of non-Nords, perhaps he could extort more money from Ulfric, "His 'Skryim for the Nords' policy seems to be failing. Good thing too, otherwise I might have had to find work with the Imperials, and where would that leave him?"

"I never caught your name, Argonian. I'm Rexia."
"T-" Talen-Shei stopped himself, he couldn't let her know who he really was, "Just call me The Serpent. I no longer have a need for a name."