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Adanion:

Adanion was somewhat shocked when a Nordic woman stopped and answered their questions before the Orc had a chance to. Her voice conveyed neither kindess nor trustworthiness, but Adanion followed her into the courtyard anyways. As he approached the entrance to the keep, he heard a voice booming throughout all of Helgen.

"Oi! You there! Come here. . . I need you to get signed up!" The authoritative voice commanded. It was a female voice, but by no means was it feminine. It sounded like the voice of The Emporer himself, and it might as well have been. For, whoever this voice belonged to was about to become Adanion's emporer.

"I suppose that is our Guildmaster. . ." Adanion said quietly to the Nordess in front of him, unsure of whether she would respond. Usually, Adanion wouldn't associate with a Nord—he had heard much of their hate for elves, and shared no fondess for them in return—but, he didn't have time to focus on the trivial stereotypes of the various races. He simply wanted to begin to make friends, regardless of whether they had curved, pointed, or furry ears. Or even none at all for that matter.