Wrex took in the words that Var spoke. At the end of them, the men of the tavern had become rather noisy. Angry noisy. Noisy like they don't like having illusions taken down. Any worthwhile dragonborn would have listened with respect and decency and honor. Instead, these men acted like wild animals who preferred their worlds over reality.

With a little anger of his own, Wrex loudly smashed his leg armor into the bar, making a sudden sound that silenced those around him. He spoke, saying "The dragonborn prefer honor to silence. We would much rather know the problems that we face so that we may remain strong against them should they ever overtake our defenses. All must be made strong, or when one falls, so will all. This is what we are taught from hatching. This is what we learn through our lives. This is what we understand from the deaths of others."

| Var |

Var snorted softly at the Dragonborn's words, shaking her head from side to side. He was clearly a long way from home, and it was... refreshing. If only the world were so sweet and simple, that strength and honor meant something to the likes of these people. She was not one to speak of such, for she was a thief, and an outcast. However, Var had never pretended to be either. She was not in the habit of breaking promises, or making ones she wasn't sure she could keep.
Her voice may have been louder than was truly necessary, but it was the edge of bitterness that hung in the air, long after the final syllable had left her mouth.
"They are men. Cowardice is their defining feature." Her lips held an uneven line, a slight tremble of anger that was barely concealed, for even though the people had quieted, it wasn't out of respect.
After all, men only listened to men.

"That is only one set, but likely more. The reason humans like these..." Wrex spoke, the crowd gently becoming louder again as he smashed his armor into the bar again. After a short, animistic growl from the dragonborn, everyone understood that this warrior was speaking, and did not take kindly to interruption. Once he felt he could speak again, Wrex continued "Honorless are the way they are is because their is no mold for humans. They have no base. They are able to overcome anything through adaptation and unpredictability. This is also a great weakness, as it is difficult for your kind to understand one another, making you all struggle more to understand those outside your kind. These men may not carry honor, but do not be surprised if you ever find any to whom nothing matters more than honor."

Done with his little speech, Wrex took a look around. It was obvious that aside from the bartender and Var, he may not have made many friends. It was obvious that the men were not likely to attack one at a time, they were just smart enough to not do that. However, the whispers of attacking all at once sounded about them like the subtle hum of a distant army's march.

The Enchantress sat upon her blackened throne, the once silver metal coated with a black, metallic substance to make it shine. She did not seem impressed with the current objectives of her army, and the fact that they had failed to capture 'The Wolf' was making strands of her hair go grey with stress. Even though she seemed to be ruthless and determined on the outside, The Enchantress had been having nightmares as she slept. She was the Queen of the Felyans, the ruthless ruler of a malnourished and punished race, and yet she had been having thoughts, visions, dreams. Dreams that showed her places, places she remembered, faces she remembered, voices she remembered, everything these visions had showed her, she felt the dots connecting inside her head.

Was she truly The Enchantress? Was she truly the Queen of the Felyans, or simply some puppet that had been placed on the throne to act as a placeholder, whilst another member of her court plotted against her? Only time would tell, but The Enchantress was not a woman with patience. She needed answers, she needed an objective, and the world dominance and revenge for the Felyan race did not seem like it would happen, with the various difficulties the Felyan forces had been having.

The Enchantress remembered various things from her visions, she remembered a face, auburn hair with a matching goatee, a crown upon his head and the royal blue on his cloak. She knew this man, and she knew he was dear to her heart. Whoever this man was, she was part of The Enchantress' family, whatever family this was, she did not know.

But the main thing the Enchantress remembered was the thing that terrified her the most: A Name. A single name, spoken to the eyes her vision had her looking from, and every time it was said, The Enchantress remembered it.

Eiressa Corundar