Kairos Black-Lion's Story

Soulrest had earned it's name due to the many Argonians that came here to be buried. Which seemed ironic to me, because I could not envision a soul getting the least amount of rest in this swamp metropolis. The awkward walking pattern of the Argonians filled the area with a dissonant pats, and merchants yelling out the extent of their wares only added to the debacle. A group of Argonians sat on a multitude of barrels and crates, glaring at me with beady eyes. Regardless of my faction, I saw that High Elves were very disliked in many regions of The Empire. I hadn't thought we would be very welcome on the shores of Argonia.

Elevainia walked next to me, taking confident strides, and her presence made me feel a bit more at ease. Nirarrien and Do'Khaj's heads bobbed up and down in front of us as we proceeded to exit the vessel. As I walked past the prejudice Argonians, one had the nerve to spit in my direction. He then laughed and said something sly in his native language, assuming I hadn't already mastered his race's primitive tongue.

I felt my face turn a bit red, then I thought of something very clever. I froze the phlegmy glob which rested on the wooden boards, forming it into a smooth sphere. Next, I built up tension in the small crystalline ball, like an archer tensing his bowstring. The Argonian sat with a smug smile spread across his face, but then the small pellet sliced through the air in the Argonian's direction. Upon impact, the Argonian let out a satisfying yelp, and fled in the direction of the crowd with his friends in tow.

When I rejoined our group I heard Do'Khaj ask, "Well, how do you suppose we are to find our contact in a place like this?" Although his question was quickly proved unecessary. From the mob of busy Argonians appeared a Nordic man, wearing magnificent ebony armor. As he approached us I felt a mysterious shroud form over the man.

I could not see his eyes, as they were hidden by medium length, silver-blonde hair, but I think I saw a glimmer of blue. He seemed a bit more slender than most other Nords, but certainly had the height of one. "It seems as though we have found our fifth companion Do'Khaj." I stated quietly, and if it weren't enough that he wore impressive ebony armor, lions heralding his approach on either of his shoulders, he brandished a fine array of weapons. "He will be useful."

Blue eyes peered through locks of blonde as long legs strode through the crowd of scales. The voices of the loud and haughty Argonians hushed as the Nord made his way towards the docks of Soulrest. The tall stature of the man quickly motivated the Argonians to flee from his path. The sight of a Khajiit in his periphirals caught his eyes as well as a woman of Bosmer decent and two Altmer. The man quickened his pace and approached the small group who were clearly not natives of this land. As he approached the outcasts, he noticed the young Altmer woman's face show signs of discontent. The man smirked inwardly, as he was used to the intimidation he evoked from others around him.

The Nord's feet planted firmly on the ground when reaching his destination. The Altmer woman was the first to break the uncomfortable silence. "It seems as though we have found our fifth companion Do'Khaj. He will be useful." Hmph, companion, his face held the same hard look as always as he thought to himself. To say the least, the man wasn't impressed with what he saw as he was sure these so-called companions would not herald any skills worthy of mention.

The man of few words gazed through his tousled hair as the dim light of the sun behind darkened clouds spilled over the crested lions on his broad shoulders. The man finally gazed up and spoke in his powerful, yet quiet voice. "The name is Kairos Black-Lion." He declined to offer his hand to any. "We must make our way through the city. Come forth." His turned his back to the docks and made his way through the bustling crowd of Argonians not bothering to wait for any to follow.

Do'Khaj was unimpressed by the arrogance of this man, he could tell that Kairos felt that he was superior to the rest of the group due to his facial expression.
"Just because you have expensive armour and weapons doesn't mean you can use them any better than the rest of us can." Do'Khaj hissed, "Not all of us come from rich Nordic families who earn their fortunes by exploiting innocent Elves, Khajiit and Argonians."
Do'Khaj was irritated by the fact that Kairos seemed to be even worse than Allena. He hadn't yet talked to Elevainia, she just seemed to be rather shy, and not objectionable in any way. Do'Khaj continued to follow Kairos through the crowded streets, having little trouble getting through, since nobody dared do anything to him like they had to Allena, due to his giant-like stature. Ahead of the group, Do'Khaj saw two lightly armoured guards, both armed with spears. Do'Khaj was hoping not to have to pass them, but he had no such luck. As soon as they saw Allena's robes, they immediately gripped their spears with both hands and pointed them forward at Allena.
"Your Thalmor aren't welcome here." one hissed in poor Tamrielic, struggling to pronounce some words, but not speaking in Jel lest Allena be unable to understand it.
"No, you misunderstand." Do'Khaj told the guards in Jel, a language of strange hisses and guttural noises, making almost impossible for any ape to speak, "We are mercenaries in the employ of the An-Xileel, and we have been asked to retrieve documents from the Thalmor. Allena has disguised herself as a Thalmor in order to infiltrate their lines to retrieve important documents."
"May I see the aforementioned documents?" the guard asked, now speaking Jel.
"Of course." Do'Khaj nodded, pulled the Thalmor general's diary from his back and handed it to the guard.
The guard proceeded to open the diary and flick through it in confusion.
"What strange language is this?" he asked Do'Khaj.
"Falmer." Do'Khaj answered.
"I'll deliver this." the guard offered, "What is the name of your employer?"
"Alt-Lei." Do'Khaj answered, "Tell him it's from Desert Warrior and he will visit him soon."
"I will." the guard nodded and ran off with the diary.
The other guard lowered his spear, so Do'Khaj continued onwards.

Nirrarien is a patient man, but their arrival in Black Marsh and the newest addition to their motley assortment, he observes, is quickly pulling the group beyond his control. Unsurprisingly Allena's uncompromising display primes a swift reprimand to the Altmer's sharp tongue, then Kairos has the audacity to make his most insulting of introductions. Allena and Elavainia are given the very sourest of glances, and a short, sharp command, “follow closely.” The mage's tone is dark, and woe betide either elf if they decided to disobey, or talk back.

The mage's steps are hurried to catch up to Do'Khaj and Kairos, so much so that he almost walks into the Khajiit's back when he pauses to address the guards. The Altmer's teeth gnash in fury, though he is composed enough to allow the exchange of words between Do'Khaj and the guards. Then the male spots the exchange of the diary with the guards, and lays a hand firmly on the cat's shoulder. “If I detect but the slightest -whiff- of treachery,” Falirae's eyes burn a warning into those of the Khajiit, and his hand begins to warm in show of his inner rage, “I will roast you like a -chicken-! I empathise that this journey is not one of your choosing, but -I- have been entrusted with its success, and -will- see it through to fruition!”

Nirrarien's hand slips from Do'Khaj's shoulder as he breezes quickly past the armoured Khajiit to catch up to Kairos, who has undoubtedly pressed on without them. “Halt!” barks the firemage, with one hand darting from the depths of his overlong wizard's sleeve to extend a pointed finger at the ground just before where the Nord is about to step. In a flash, and a display of sizzling pavement, a large, intricate, spiralling rune sears itself into the floor – a deadly trap, to explode in a hail of fire were any to step upon it. The surrounding Argonians, distrusting display of powerful magic here in Soulrest, suddenly give the group a much wider berth. “You are in Atatil's employ!” the declaration is sharp, but not particularly loud. The General's name, Nirrarien knows, will be lost to the Argonian's amidst the throng of Jel exclamations, “and he has chosen me as his representative. So it is to me that you will answer, and you will answer this; where do you lead us, and to what end?”

Do'Khaj was rather confused by Nirrarien's outburst, surely he should be grateful, considering he had just saved them a trip to the authorities. Maybe he just didn't understand Jel.
"You should be grateful, we'd all be in the hands of the men who wanted us dead or on the run from the law if I hadn't just saved us then!" Do'Khaj hissed angrily, "I suppose the reason you don't want me to visit the politician I just mentioned is because you don't want allies within the An-Xileel. You know I'm not going to betray you since the lives of my mate and cubs are on the line."
Do'Khaj could tell that something was obviously agitating Nirrarien, something other than his "treachery", most likely Kairos.

Sure enough, Nirrarien hurled a spell at Kairos' feet and shouted at him violently, ordering him to tell him where he was leading the group. Do'Khaj could tell that this would not end well, but if the worst came to the worst, Do'Khaj would side with Nirrarien. However, Do'Khaj was hoping it would not come to a fight, but would gladly beat some sense into Kairos.

Kairos stared condescendingly at our group for a few moments, and then introduced himself cynically. Yes, I was angered by his arrogance, yet I held my tongue from doing any further harm. When I was a child, my father would tell me, "Never miss an opportunity to silence one's mouth." As such, his words were proven wise by yesterday's fiasco. I was hoping no one would misinterpret my statement concerning the appearance of our rather high-strung companion as some kind of snide remark.

Although on the other hand, Do'Khaj saw it fit to let a stream of blather flow from his mouth. I was disappointed, to say the least. I had been fussing over who our fifth companion would be, and I had been joyous to find we had acquired a mighty warrior, but upon observing his personality my spirits were dampened. After his initial introduction, he only turned his back to us and disappeared into the crowd, commanding us to follow. Do'Khaj set off after the man, which seemed almost comical to me considering how angry he was.

As we watched the Khajiit fade into the distance Nirarrien turned to Elevainia and I. Rage was an emotion I had never seen him don, but it was not harmonious with his handsome features. For a moment, I feared he might strike me, or Elevainia. Although the only thing he did was utter a stern command, "Follow closely." To which I responded with a silent nod. He set off at a furious pace, tearing through the crowd like an enraged animal.

When we found Do'Khaj two guards approached our group, and raised their spears, pointing them towards me. "You Thalmor aren't welcome here!" Said the larger of the two guards. For a moment, I thought I was to be dragged off and hung for being a member of The Thalmor, a faction that had been intertwined with my family's history for generations. Although Do'Khaj spoke to the guard, slipping into Jel, a language that I could only understand sparsely.

I have no idea what Do'Khaj said to the Argonian guards, yet it seemed to make them much more passive. After being handed a leatherbound tome, one went running into the distance, while the other raised his spear and let us pass. He even smiled in my direction, which completely took me off guard. After we had distanced ourself from the guards Nirarrien let his wrath rain down upon Do'Khaj, who I do not think was prepared for such an onslaught. When we found the Nordic man a few minutes later, he fared even worse.

Elevainia bid Allena a good night after the door had been closed. She made her way through the halls of the ship, searching for her room. She had passed Do'Khaj's room as he was just getting in. She pondered if she should start a conversation with him, to let him know that she didn't hate him. Before she could decide what to do, Do'Khaj had shut the door. She continued to the end of the hall where she had finally Found her name scribed in the door. Although she could not read, she could recognize her name as well as write it. She opened the door hesitantly, remembering the attempted assassination earlier.

Elevainia was struck with shock as she opened her door. In it lay a magnificent bed with sheets that resembled Allena's, just green and yellow in color. Elevainia sighed as she remembered the deal she struck with Atalil. He didn't want her telling anyone that they were 'close', yet he ravished her room in expensive things. A chest held itself at the foot of the bed, there was a note on it. Elevainia picked it up and looked at it, everything was nonsense to her except seeing her name and at the end seeing Atalil's. She sighed with discontent. Atalil knew she couldn't read, but supposed he either did it so she would learn how, or suppose he kept forgetting. Elevainia put the note into her satchel and opened the chest. There lined a coin purse, night gowns of fine silk, and the Elven dresses she was so fond of wearing.

She looked to the jewels that lined the dresses and admired them, she wondered how she would take them around. She picked her favorite one and stuffed it into her satchel, then her favorite circlet. She had placed her satchel down, and jumped onto my bed. The cool feel of silk made me smile, and I sighed as Atalil lived to spoil me it seemed. I sat up, and something glimmering caught my attention. I looked to the end table to see that there was a silver ring, with a flawless Emerald placed into a box. I was beautiful. Next to the box was as well a note. Elevainia recognized the same words as last time, but nothing else. She sighed and reached for her satchel, placing that in it as well, she decided that she was to learn while she was on this journey. She plopped to the bed, not bothering to change. She just took her weapons off and drifted to sleep, the rain on the deck singing a sweet lullaby to her.

When she awoke she heard yelling, she quickly packed her weapons and grabbed her satchel, placing the ring in it. Elevainia ran to the deck to see that they were docked. Argonians lined the streets, bartering and selling their merchandise. Elevainia took her place next to Allena. She watched quietly as an Argonian spit in Allena's derection. She growled, but smiled something a little evil when Allena taught him a lesson. Elevainia's mind wandered off, looking to the swamp lands of Black Marsh. She had finally noticed that there was a Nord in front of them. He had very impressive armour. As he spoke though, he sounded very arrogant, then just walked off. I followed the group, keeping quiet like usual. We were stopped by Guards, Do'Khaj talked to them in a different tongue, and quickly we were let through, only to see that a fight were to break out.

"Just because you have expensive armour and weapons doesn't mean you can use them any better than the rest of us can." A hiss came from behind him "Not all of us come from rich Nordic families who earn their fortunes by exploiting innocent Elves, Khajiit and Argonians." Kairos payed no mind to the enraged Khajiit. Perhaps he appeared to be rich to the races who were highly discriminated against, but he had gone through the hardships of working his way to where he was through a painful journey. Yet, Kairos was amused that the Khajiit still inclined to follow him regardless. Though he came off as arrogant, he was more interested in their next destination rather than making simple pleasantries. It was dangerous in the midst of town, but he had no plan of disclosing the information while surrounded by the glaring Argonians.

He pressed onwards towards the edge of town when confronted with two Arognian guards. They carried with them spears and were draped in light armour. Kairos glanced back at the young Altmer clothed with those of the Thalmor, no wonder the guards were so persistent. Kairos knew he could easily take down both guards yet he decided not to draw attention to the small group and stood down when he heard Do'Khaj's voice. He spoke in the tongue of Jel, which Kairos only knew few words. He caught the end of the conversation and watched as the native dashed off to locate find his superior. As it was clearly unsafe for the group to be knownst as agents of Thalmor, he decided he would need to have the young Altmer be protected.

Kairos' sword brushed against his armor while pursuing he destination further when suddenly the voice of the mage shouted behind him. He quickly noticed the ward in front of him and paused in front of it while drawing the massive blade from it's hilt.“You are in Atatil's employ; and he has chosen me as his representative. So it is to me that you will answer, and you will answer this; where do you lead us, and to what end?” As the firemage approached Kairos, he turned his heel and put the blade to his throat. After what seemed like a long moment, Kairos withdrew the blade and sheathed it. Kairos was slightly surprised at the mage's sudden reaction. He had assumed the Khajiit was the leader of the few companions as brash as he was, but was taken off-guard when the Altmer revealed his leadership. Kairos wonder if the two males had fought for dominance previous to their arrival in Black Marsh but it appeared they hadn't. They would struggle for dominance in the group eventually Kairos thought inwardly, he himself didn't want dominance, he had other motives.

Kairos looked towards the sharp tongued mage. "It's dangerous here" he stated firmly. "I will not reveal such information where there are prying eyes. I also have no intention in engaging in battle with you, or your companions here for that matter. I will explain myself when we reach safer ground." He nodded towards the group and turned to continue on, not before noticing the young Bosmer girl from the corner of his eye. She appeared young and slender with flowing hair the was blowing faintly in the wind. Why did she look like someone Kairos knew? He shook it off, but he was surprised he hadn't initially noticed the resemblance. He stepped forward, his boots clanking with every step he took. He rather not speak of the threat the Dark Brotherhood was to the group out in the open of the city.

As Nirarrien approached the belligerent Nord, the man spun his body like a top, and rested the tip of his blade against the throat of my enraged friend. I had never seen Nirarrien act so dominant, yet I had to admire his initiative. I stood, one hand clutching my staff, anticipating a short, and one-sided battle between the four of us, and this swordsman.

Although before tensions got out of hand Kairos removed his ebony blade from Nirarrien's golden skin, sheathing it. Regardless, he was not off to a good start in our group, having made a horrible impression on me, as well as everyone else I am sure. I loathed the thought of more bickering, yet it seemed that the occurence would be inevitable.

I grabbed Elevainia's hand, and removed it from her bow, which she had grasped in the heat of the previous moments. I needed at least one person to remain calm, and Elevainia was undoubtedly my best chance at retrieving some semblance of peace within our band of warriors. "It's dangerous here." Stated Kairos, maintaining a calm disposition even in this most stressful of situations. "I will not reveal such information where there are prying eyes. I have no intention of engaging in battle with you, or your companions for that matter. I will explain myself once we reach safer ground."

They were wise words indeed. Kairos could have at least introduced himself properly, but he was correct in assuming that it was not safe to talk of our ventures in the open. "Heed his words Nirarrien, we need not delay any longer." I said calmly to Nirarrien as I approached him from behind, laying a firm hand on his shoulder. I let it rest there for a moment, then retreated from the contact, waiting to see if our leader would follow the Nord, who had already pressed on.

I had hoped that our situation would not escalate to something so dire, and I was thankful that Kairos was not a man that was easily angered. If he was, then I feared that he would have layed dead at our feet, his blood on our hands. I had seen many soldiers fall in the few battles that I had witnessed when I served as a Thalmor Justiciar in Hammerfell, and I learned that the responsibility for the death of another being man, mer, or otherwise was not something that was easy to bear.

Hopefully my intervention will help diffuse this situation. If we are to travel together all of these pointless words and impudent actions must be put to an end. I thought to myself, and that was when I noticed the heavy black sleeve of my Thalmor Robes. I knew I was going to have to change my clothing, the Thalmor Robes would no longer suffice. I just hoped that I would be able to find something suitable.

Elevainia took notice to the Nord who pressed a blade to Nirarrien's throat. An instinct took over, she grabbed for her bow. She aimed deadly glares at the Nord, but as he pulled his sword back, she relaxed her hand that Allena had grabbed. He explained himself in a calm manner and instantly Elevainia felt bad for seeing his good intentions as arrogance.

As she placed her hand back to her side, she noticed the Nord's remarkable blue eyes looking at her for a long while. As he did to her, she did to him, looking at him. As Kairos Began to lead them again, Elevainia felt an odd connection with this man as if she knew him. She followed obediently, sticking close to Allena's side, but still just pondering why she felt, some sort of connection she couldn't place, for this man.

As we traveled along the busy streets of Soulrest, condensing into a tigher form, Nirarrien turned his head towards me. He beckoned for me to come closer, and as the gap between us became smaller he adressed me in the beautiful, and hypnotic Altmer tongue. "You are skilled in Illusion, are you not?" He asked, the gaze of his emerald eyes traveling up and down the length of my body. "Perhaps there is some way you can disguise those robes of yours."

"Perhaps you are right. I can cast a spell of Illusion, but it will take a significant amount of time Nirarrien. I shall carry this task out when we reach our destination. Auri-El protect us if I do not." I replied to him, my voice resembling a twinkling bell. I had never been able to stop this occurence, as my voice was already high-pitched, and when accompanied by the musical sound of my native language, it sounded even higher.

To that end, I stayed silent as I followed Nirarrien, who in turn pursued the Nord. Let us hope that Kairos is much more friendlier when away from prying eyes.

Pleased that Nirarrien and the others decided to comply with his brief statement, Kairos continued on with the others following closely behind him. He heard the soft whispers of a strange tongue flow from the Altmer's mouth, though he payed no mind. Obviously, the firemage wanted to keep the information disclosed between the two elves. The sounds from the bustling city quieted as the Nord led the others towards a small dwelling on the outskirts of the city. A small bridge lay before them, closing the gap of a swampy creek running in their path. Kairos began over the bridge, but paused briefly to peer into the murky waters below. The swampy water bubbled beneath the bridge as a school of slaughterfish swam past.

Reaching the entrance of the house, Kairos raised a gloved fist and knocked on the wooden door in a strange pattern. Shuffling was heard from the dwelling as the door creaked open slightly and out appeared an elderly Argonian man. The Argonian looked at Kairos and nodded as silent greeting while opening the door allowing the five warriors inside. "Please, please, come in" the scaly man began in surprisingly good Tamrielic. "Make yourselves at home" the man said while gesturing towards empty chairs by a glowing fireplace. Kairos waitied for the others to take a seat before he made his way over to the kitchen area and began to fill six tankards with ale. Kairos brought each drink carefully over to his companions. "Please, have a drink" he said while placing a the tankards in front of the guests. "Ah, thank you Kairos" smiled the Argonian. The elder peered at his guests through bright yellow eyes "I'm sure you are all wondering who I am and why I had Kairos lead you here. My name is Jeelus-Tei, a former associate of the Thalmor." the old man stated while peering at the young Altmer women clothed in the distinctive robes. "I'm sure you have come to know the Thalmor are highly disliked in this region but I thought I may be of service to you on this journey."

Kairos returned his attention to the others before he spoke. "I must apologize for the simple pleasantries earlier, but outside these walls lies danger I'm certain isn't unbeknownst to you all. As I'm sure you are all aware, the Dark Brotherhood has been tracking the Thalmor's movements in search of the keys. I'm afraid I have come across my own share of those bloody bastards" A gloved hand pushed the locks of silver-blonde from his eyes as he ravaged his satchel and produced multiple letters and placed them on the table before them. "These are only few of the letters I have removed off the bodies of the assassins."

Jeelus-Tei ran his slender fingers through his small beard. "Ah yes, I've had my own troubles with the Dark Brotherhood, which is why I feel as though I can offer some insight on your journey. I have some journals on this key you are seeking that may prove useful. But I think the first order of business is for this young woman over here to change into something that disguises her heritage." The elderly Argonian rose from his chair and made his way over to an old bookcase near the edge of the dimly lit room. He pulled a book from the third shelf and the bookcase itself moved to reveal a small stairway leading downwards. "Please follow me" The man stated.

I found myself taken to the elder Argonian, Jeelus-Tei, I believe was his name. He was very polite and courteous, two traits that I had begun to miss during this venture. "You are correct in that assumption, Jeelus-Tei." I said with a broad smile widening over my face. As I descended the steps I was submerged into an abyss of inky darkness.

For a few moments I stood, anticipating the warm breath of some fearsome creature upon my cheek, yet I was proved childish as the room was unveiled by the glow of an orange candle. Layers of the pervasive blackness retreated to the corners of the room as I observed my new surroundings. The large basement itself was not what made my heart flutter, it was the wardrobes that occupied it's space.

Lining every wall, from floor to ceiling, were dozens of grand wardrobes filled to their brims with clothes that even I had not had the money to afford in Alinor. Set off to the side were eight shelves, on which rested fourty unique circlets. There were five to every shelf, and each was neatly arranged on delicate velvet pillows.

"In all my years... I have never seen such extravagance." I said as my eyes widened in awe of the beautiful assortment of clothes. I faltered a bit when I asked, "M-may I?" I turned my head towards the Argonian, my face contorted into a pleading expression.

Jeelus-Tei let out a hearty laugh and opened his arms wide in a gesture of welcome. "Of course you may." He was not required to speak even another word, for as he finished the last syllable of his sentence I darted in the direction of the mahogany wardrobes. Instantly, I was swept away by the beauty of each individual article of clothing, each one growing in allure until I was not sure if I would ever decide upon just one.

The dazzling red robes to my right called out to me, silver embroidery sparkling suggestively, while the amethyst gown to my left pleaded for my attention. Things continued in this manner for almost an hour if I recall correctly. Finally, I returned to the patient Argonian, holding three items affectionately in my hands.

I had chosen an Azure Mage's Robe, adorned with golden brooches that heavily resembled a vibrant field of roses. Next, I could not resist the silver circlet that was inlaid with milky blue moonstones. Lastly, I decided that my shoes should be something less glamorous and more durable. Out of the corner of my eye I had spotted a pair of clunky leather boots, which were not the most beautiful things, but as luck would have it they were almost completely hidden by the folds of my dress.

Elevainia remained silent through the venture to the wise, and old Argonian's house. She listened closely to his tale as to how he believed he could be of assistance to them. Kairos seemed close to this elder. Her mind began to trail off in wonder as if Argonian's preferred to be recognized as a man, or a lizard? As she opened her mouth to ask, she quickly closed it in fear of upsetting this kind Argonian, who took them in. Her hand mindlessly trailed to the wolf's tooth that hug on the thin, black velvet, clinging to her neck tightly. She traced every outline possible on it, it wasn't uncommon for her to do this whilst thinking or using it as a barrier in uncomfortable situations.

As her mind started to trail off once more, she began thinking of the night she had awoke after losing her memory. This was the only thing that she had on her, the only link she had to her past life. Her thoughts were interrupted when the Argonian had placed a Tankard full of Ale in front of her. She had never tried Ale, Atalil only served her with the finest wine. As she did not want to reject Jeelus-Teis kindness, she sipped it. She took a glance at the liquid in curiosity. A smile spread across her face as she whispered out loud, meaning for it to be kept in her mind, "This stuff is quite delicious!" She took a gulp and enjoyed it run down her throat.

Elevainia noticed everyone sitting normal in their seats, while her slender body allowed her to sit in her seat, with her legs curled up to her body, it was also common for her to do this. She wrapped her arms around her legs, and placed her head against them as well. She began to rock out of boredom as she listened to the conversation. Her head perked up as she heard the Argonian talking to Allena about her attire. A false bookcase cleared a path to a small stairway, and Allena and the Argonian made their way down them. Out of curiosity, she followed silently. As she reached the end of the stairs, she sat amazed at the sight before her. Beautiful attire lined in wardrobes, and circlets lined shelves on velvet pillows. The Agonian allowed Allena to pick something out. She wanted to ask if she may partake as well, but quickly made her way upstairs since there was nothing defining about her attire. She looked to the Three men upstairs who looked to be in conversation, and without a word, left outside quietly.

Elevainia wasn't one to anger over something small, but seeing Allena get all the attention because of her Thalmor robes, upset her. A spoiled side of her, one that Atalil created in her, emerged. She sat at the back of the house in a large field of grass. The grass was relatively tall and for the most part, covered Elevainia's small body. She looked to the swampy earth, and spotted a deer. Instinct took over and she silently grabbed her Bow and an arrow. Since she had awoke, Atalil enjoyed watching her Archery as she practiced on training dolls, but this was the first time she had taken her skills to an actual animal. As she drew the string back, the arrow in perfect place, she inhaled quietly and deeply. She marked where the deer's heart was, and trained the point to that spot. She waited patiently for the perfect chance to strike. When the deer had stopped to graze on the grass, Elevainia found her opportunity. She exhaled sharply, Releasing the string, sending the arrow hurdling towards it. The deer's head shot up as it had heard the whistle of its demise, but before it could run away, the arrow had pierced it's heart. Elevainia ran silently to it, and once she was there, placed her bow back and instinctively recited something in a different tongue she couldn't recognize. She understood it, but could not think of which language it was. Elevainia heard footsteps behind her, she quickly looked to see who approached her.

"It's good to know there's somewhere in Soulrest where we can stay without fearing that the Dark Brotherhood will kill us in our sleep." Do'Khaj smiled before downing his entire tankard of ale in a single gulp, "Ale, that's the good stuff. I'm not one for wine. I find it entertaining how people outside Elsweyr are strongly opposed to Skooma, yet alchohol can be just as harmful. If you'll excuse me, I'm going outside. I haven't really been able to stretch my legs for some time."

With that, Do'Khaj opened the door of the house and walked outside, making sure he would be able to quickly draw his sword lest the need arise. He walked round the back of the house where he saw Elevainia shooting a deer. Do'Khaj noted that she spent a rather long time aiming. However, the arrow had driven itself exactly through the centre of its heart, so maybe it was worth it. She could probably do a better job than he could, he knew how to use a bow and arrow, but was hardly skilled at it. He remembered Khjar-Li, his second in command when he was commander of the Mane's Warrior Guard, she was skilled with a bow, being able to fire lethal shots at extreme speeds. She was also skilled in the use of daggers two of which she possessed, both expertly crafted from ebony. She was probably head of the warrior guard now, and waiting for the birth of a new Mane.
"Nice shot." Do'Khaj complimented Elevainia, "You are going to eat that deer aren't you, otherwise her death will have been in vain. I premuse the main reason you shot her was to practice, but in future, try shooting targets. Life is precious, so don't waste it."
Do'Khaj walked over to the corpse of the deer, hoisted it over his shoulder and walked back to Elevainia.
"What do you want me to do with this?" Do'Khaj asked, "I could skin it for you and carve it up or sell it to a butcher, I'd give you the profit, of course."

As I emerged from the small room set aside for dressing, a thought occured to me. Elevainia is always running around in those rags... I am sure she would like to have something of this value also. As I approached the stairs to ascend to the main room once more, I halted and adressed the Argonian in a warm tone, "My companion, Elevainia, would undoubtedly be thrilled to have this experience. If you would be so kind as to supply her as you have me."

Jeelus-Tei stroked his small grey beard for a moment, contemplating as to whether this was necessary I assume, then said, "All in your group are welcome to my wares. The men may be disappointed though. The majority of these clothes are made for females." Upon recieving his confirmation, a grin appeared on my face.

I hastened up the flight of stairs, emerging into the main room to find Kairos and Nirarrien conversing kindly. My heart was warmed a bit at this sight, and hopefully it would be warmed even more in the following days. I proceeded to exit the house in search of Elevainia, although the wandering was a short one.

As I stepped onto the soft grass of the yard in front of this small estate, I was greeted by the sight of Do'Khaj and Elevainia speaking with eachother. Hoisted over Do'Khaj's shoulder was a small doe, an arrow protruding from her chest. I was a bit saddened by the death of the deer, but I did not focus on the emotion for long.

"Elevainia! Come here, I have a suprise for you!" I said with glee flowing through my words.

As Elevainia neared me I grabbed her hand and led her back down to the basement, where hundreds of beautiful articles of clothing awaited her arrival. Upon descending the stairs into the dimly lit room, Jeelus-Tei let out another laugh, observing the expression of joy stamped on Elevainia's face.

Her happiness also tickled my heart, and in response I let out a small giggle. I observed as the hundreds of clothes sent Elevainia spiraling into some sort of animalistic frenzy. As I stood and waited for Elevainia to decide upon her favorite garb I politely conversed with Jeelus-Tei, maintaining a comfortable distance, for even as warm as the man seemed, I did not know him entirely.

I recounted the events that had befallen us ever since our departure from Alinor, evoking a series of pitying expressions from the elder. Although, by the time we had began to talk of my time in Argonia my mood was greatly improved.

Although, my happiness had only one flaw, a profound flaw, and the longer I considered it, the more discontented I grew, until I realized I was no longer satisfied; I deeply wished that I could share the day with my father once more. It was an emotion that had took me completely by suprise, yet it hung over me like a black shroud.

I tried my best to veil my feelings, but the Argonian was very perceptive. "Ah... You have family you miss in Alinor, do you not?" He asked me very delicately.

"My father. I was never given the opportunity to say my goodbyes." I answered him in a meek voice, my glassy eyes staring downwards. The Argonian put a comforting hand on my shoulder, and must have decided it best to stay silent. Instead, he directed his gaze to Elevainia, who had finished and was ready to showcase her choices.

Nirrarien is complacent the rest of the way back to the house, though keeps his silence throughout the greetings of the Argonian. A hand lifts apologetically at the offer of a seat, the Altmer giving a mutter of, “I prefer to stand,” in response. Though he betrays this preference when mugs are delivered, and it becomes apparent that they may be here for some hours. With a heavy sigh the firemage accepts that proceedings are now beyond his immediate control, and sets both himself and his mug down upon the table.

“I have wonder how great the threat of the Dark Brotherhood is,” the elven noble comments, removing from the folds of his robes a small vial of a clear liquid, the contents of which are tipped into Nirrarien's mug in their entirety, “Do'Khaj tipped the smoking corpse of one would-be assassin onto the deck of our ship. Granted, it is concerning that an Argonian agent was able to infiltrate the ship, especially while it was docked in Alinor, but... And if you have slain as many as you say,” a nod goes to Kairos, “then their attempts thus far have been quite clumsy.” Having given his mixture time to settle, the male lifts the mug to his lips in a long draught. The taste is unpleasant, but it does not burn as spirits do. Brewed from the swamp water, no doubt... But admittedly it is cool, and refreshing, and safe now that his cleansing mixture had purged the brew of any alchemical poisons that may have been slipped into it. “In truth,” continues the mage, after wiping the foam from his lips onto his sleeve, “I am disappointed. They will learn quickly, and assail us in groups, or one-by-one find themselves short on Brothers.”

Nirrarien likes to think himself a good judge of character, and even he cannot find reason not to trust the kind Argonian. “I have all the thread I require, my good sir, though do thank you nonetheless,” he responds to the offer and indication of clothing, though stretches his lips into a grateful smile, “though if I may be so bold, Jeelus-Tei... I would request to see those journals. It sounds as if you know more of our journey than we do.”

The ale moistened the Nord's lips as he listened to the comments being spoken by the others. Not being a man of many words, Kairos had decided to seek information about his new companions through their actions. Blue eyes scanned carefully as the young Bosmer quietly began to make her way outside of the dwelling. Having wondered why he was so bemused by beautiful elf, Kairos quickly turned his attention to Nirrarien, who had began to inquire about the posing threat of the Dark Brotherhood. “I have wonder how great the threat of the Dark Brotherhood is,” the man started, speaking more to himself rather than anyone around him. As the mage continued his conversation, Kairos noticed the Khajiit slip out the entrance as well. He payed it no mind and continued to converse with the mage that sat before him. “Do'Khaj tipped the smoking corpse of one would-be assassin onto the deck of our ship. Granted, it is concerning that an Argonian agent was able to infiltrate the ship, especially while it was docked in Alinor, but... And if you have slain as many as you say,” he nodded towards Kairos, “then their attempts thus far have been quite clumsy.” Kairos laced his fingers around the shiny handle of the tankard. "I find these agents are more of a minor nuisance than a fatal threat," the man agreed as he sipped the strong liquid, "but I'd rather have our party aware of all around us than take foolish chances."

The fire crackles loudly in the spacious room as Allena emerges from the the dark stairway, a bright smile dancing on her lips sporting new attire. The woman quickly inquires if she may bring her female companion to change her garb as well. When the two women return, Do'Khaj enters the home carrying on his back a large doe. It appeared to be shot directly in the heart, a quick and precise kill. It was an excellent skill indeed, Kairos noted. The tall man rose from his seat and beckoned for the large cat to follow him into the kitchen area. The Nord removed his gloves revealing his large hands as he cleared a space for the deer to be prepared. He stood aside as the Khajiit careful placed the deer on it's side. "I am sure that you do not want such a magnificent kill to become wasted, but Nirrarien has begun to look at Jeelus-Tei's journals and I believe you would much rather have a look at them yourself than have the information relayed back to you." The Nord spoke and turned his head towards the Argonian who had produced a set of worn books on the table. "I will prepare the doe for us to dine on. I have already looked through the journals myself and it is best we stay here for the night." Shadows cast by the evening sun spilled into a near-by window. "The sun has begun to set and the swamp is home to many creatures of the night."

Do'Khaj agreed and made his way back to the elderly Argonian. The Nord's hands began to unfasten the binds of his armour which he lay delicately on a wooden chest. Now free from the restricting metal, Kairos removed his ebony dagger and began to slice at the deer. He skillfully removed the skin and the arrow that had pierced the animals heart. Placing the arrow on the counter before him, the Nord could only admire precision of the kill. Perhaps the four were more capable than he had initially thought.

Elevainia felt as if she would have heart failure, seeing all the clothes around her. They were very beautiful, even more so than the Elven dresses Atalil provided for her. The circlets were polished flawlessly, the gems cut from the finest stones. She scurried over to the attire and gazed at them for what seemed like an eternity, before actually going through them.

Elevainia loved many of the things she had seen, but one particularly caught her interest. The gown was very thin in material as it was silk. The sleeves resembled that of mage robes, but had small, fine, emeralds lining the bottom of the dress, the sleeves, and neck. The dress was a lavender purple, which was calming, and the emeralds made it stand out. She looked to Allena who sat and watched her with a smile on her face the entire time.

As Elevainia placed the dress on her body, the rags she wore residing to the floor, she made her way over to the circlets. It was not hard to find the perfect one as it matched perfectly. The circlet was made of fine silver, and three flawless emeralds were embedded into it. Elevainia quickly untied her hair, the golden strands falling to fit her body. She placed the circlet on her head and smiled. She felt like a young noble. Elevainia preferred to keep her Fur boots, for they were comfortable and kept her feet warm, the dress was long enough to cover them as well.

As Elevainia was about to announce she was done, she saw something from the corner of her eye. She made her way to it, to see it was a Pitch Black cloak. She picked it up to feel it was made of soft velvet. She usually didn't like wearing black, but she figured it would come in handy as she was a thief and she relied on the shadows. She draped it over her shoulders, the weight increased, but nothing she couldn't handle. She smiled to Allena, "I am finished, what do you think?" She gave a giggle and a twirl to follow.

Elevainia had placed her rags back in her satchel, they would come in handy when she needed flexibility and speed. She had taken her favorite Elven dress and circlet out and carried them upstairs. When she had found Jeelus-Tei, she presented her clothes to him and spoke very politely, "I am grateful that you have let me have your wares. Please except these items to replace the ones I have taken. I know they are not as valuable as the ones I have taken, but I want you to have them as a token of my gratitude." Jeelus-Tei looked puzzled for a moment, but quickly smiled and nodded his head, "Very well, I am grateful that you offered." He took the clothes and began his decent down the stairs.

As everyone gathered around the table, reading journals, Elevainia found it more of interest to give Kairos company. She found since she couldn't read, it was pointless to try and make her self look as if she knew. As she walked lightly to Kairos, she noticed that his Armour had been taken off. She smiled, she took it as a sign that he was comfortable around them. She silently watched him carve the deer she had killed, admiring his work at it. She removed her bangs from her eyes and spoke lighlty to the busy Nord, her shy side emerging as her voice shook a little, "Thank you Kairos, for taking care of my kill. My hands are, very small compared to everyone's here. I am grateful that you are doing it." She found she couldn't find the right words to say. It was common for her to be nervous around new people.