Legends of Tamriel IC

[Almighty-Kuma]

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4E 201, 17th of The Last Seed​

The sun rises on the day, soon marking the end of an time where Skyrim was in complete dismay; due to the White-Gold Concordat and the Nords' obvious dislike for the Aldmeri Dominion, conflicts have ranged across the land that has caused families to either go out and show their support and hide in fear that they may be executed on the spot. Times were harsh in the lands of Skyrim... too bad that certain individuals caused trouble or came to the war-torn province at the wrong place and the wrong time.

The roads of Falkreath were as stable as ever on cobble road, the atmosphere being rather serene and warm. Birds chirped and the smell of flowers gather in the air as two carriages made their way on the road to a small village in the Hold known as Helgen. The carriages were split up; big in make, able to hold up to ten or so people. One carriage housed the agent of the Nords' fiery will to gain back their homeland and fight the Aldmeri Dominion, Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, and his top lieutenants. The other housed a much more diverse cast of eight people, riding in a carriage to their inevitable demise of either the gallows or the headman's axe.

A Khajiiti warrior in rags, obvious by his build, has a calm face put on, but winces as he hears the Nords argue and yell loudly about the mead halls of Sovngarde and "how they'll be honored whilst the Empire--", blah, blah, blah. It's all bubkes to him. He looks down to his bounds and huffs before looking at the sky. Huh... Shame it had to happen on such a beautiful and vibrant day like this. Well, no time for complaining now.

 

[Archmage Jeremiah]

Stuffed into a creaky carriage in between an Orc likely a foot taller than herself, and an Imperial man with a belly, behind another carriage filled to the brim with rowdy Nords, Tiajia couldn't appear anymore unhappy if she tried. Her only solace was knowing that soon, she'd never have to share any amount of space with jetwijijri, shaveskins, ever again.

Of course, it came with the dreadful fact that it was her assured death which was to relieve her of this burden.

All along the ride, Tiajia's striking green eyes did not stray far from Ri'zhid, save for when she bowed her head to mutter a few words in Ta'agra. Although she had remained silent, or otherwise very quiet during her time on the carriage, Tiajia spoke to the ragged Khajiit once there was a pause in the Nords' commotion.
"Jer do?" she asked, "You okay?"

@Almighty-Kuma ​

 

[Almighty-Kuma]

The male initially doesn't look over to Tiajia, with only the fact that his ear twitches naturally as a sign that he is listening to her. "I am fine for someone who is about to be executed, just a bit bothered by the rowdiness."

After yawning, he stares over to Tiajia with his tired, but piercing silvery grey eyes. After thinking to himself for a moment, he then speaks to her. "Ri'zhid thanks your kindness... An jer vara, ahziss serush?"

@Archmage Jeremiah

 

[Archmage Jeremiah]

The male initially doesn't look over to Tiajia, with only the fact that his ear twitches naturally as a sign that he is listening to her. "I am fine for someone who is about to be executed, just a bit bothered by the rowdiness."

After yawning, he stares over to Tiajia with his tired, but piercing silvery grey eyes. After thinking to himself for a moment, he then speaks to her. "Ri'zhid thanks your kindness... An jer vara, ahziss serush?"

@Archmage Jeremiah

Tiajia rumbled with a reserved chuckle, before responding with "Jer aso vakota jer lipith q'zi purali Tiajia, droj. And it is not kindness, just bedside manner," she finished flatly, now meeting his stare, rather than the underside of his chin or the face of his cheek.

@Almighty-Kuma ​

 

[Almighty-Kuma]

Tiajia rumbled with a reserved chuckle, before responding with "Jer aso vakota jer lipith q'zi purali Tiajia, droj. And it is not kindness, just bedside manner," she finished flatly, now meeting his stare, rather than the underside of his chin or the face of his cheek.

@Almighty-Kuma ​

Ri'zhid's tail swishes playfully at the retort. He seems to enjoy her sassy company, despite her rather distant attitude towards him. "Oh, aren't you just the cutest... But I'm afraid that where we all are going, there won't be much use of any healers of Kynareth or surgeons to tend to a decapitated body, my dear."

 

[Cactush]

"I'm going to die..."​

There was no word more appropriate word for Selesia's current mood than 'aghast'. Try as she might to steel her face into a braver look, her eyes could not help but betray her inner feelings towards the situation. Her mind was racing through the events of the last 3 days. Days filled with dirty cells, grime, and a few old loose ends who were not happy to see Selesia's treacherous face. The beatings she got in prison now felt like a holiday compared to what she was about to face.

Execution.

Selesia wasn't even sure if the things she's done in her life were worthy of such a sentence, but she felt there was no worming her way out of this now.
Her thoughts and eyes turned their attention to the company she shared in this wagon. A rather round Imperial, A Breton, A Dunmer, A rather scary looking Orc that looked as though he could snap her with a poke, and two Khajiit that were talking mainly in their own tongue, no doubt trying to comfort each other. Usually not knowing what people were saying annoyed her, but she couldn't care less right now, what was the point...

 

[Nanashi]

Sorris held his head low, almost to his chest with his arms bracing him off his legs and his silken black hair veiling his face. His cutting amber eyes glared at his bindings through the strands, playing with his thumbs while subtly trying to snap them through his own strength. The creek and crack of the moving cart with it's party of eight quickly got on his nerves, as well as the added banter from the carriage ahead of them. The only thing was being stuck riding with a motley crew of unusual variety for an Imperial haul.

He lifted his head to look upon them all in a skim, peering over to see one of the Imperial guardsman for the escort carrying Wolf's Bane. Sorris squinted in disgust, contemplating different ways he could get it back, and face the onslaught of soldiers that would come in his defiance. He knew he could take them... By the Nine, he was known as one of the greatest swordsman in Skyrim--matched only by his father. It wouldn't matter much longer however. They were on their way to see the executioner in just a few short moments. As that reality hit him he started to think over his legacy. How he went from a renowned and admired warrior to a feared and discarded killer in the eyes of Skyrim's people.

The dark elf's thoughts were then interrupted by the two Khajiit in the party, speaking their native language. Thanks to Sorris' travels, and numerous encounters with the traveling Khajiit merchants, he was able to understand them. And yet, that somehow seemed to bother him as well. Perhaps today was one of those days where he detested everything and everyone.

 

[Almighty-Kuma]

"I'm going to die..."
There was no word more appropriate word for Selesia's current mood than 'aghast'. Try as she might to steel her face into a braver look, her eyes could not help but betray her inner feelings towards the situation. Her mind was racing through the events of the last 3 days. Days filled with dirty cells, grime, and a few old loose ends who were not happy to see Selesia's treacherous face. The beatings she got in prison now felt like a holiday compared to what she was about to face.

Execution.

Selesia wasn't even sure if the things she's done in her life were worthy of such a sentence, but she felt there was no worming her way out of this now.
Her thoughts and eyes turned their attention to the company she shared in this wagon. A rather round Imperial, A Breton, A Dunmer, A rather scary looking Orc that looked as though he could snap her with a poke, and two Khajiit that were talking mainly in their own tongue, no doubt trying to comfort each other. Usually not knowing what people were saying annoyed her, but she couldn't care less right now, what was the point...

The Khajiit warrior looks at Selesia, but this time pulling back from his flirty facade to a calm and collected mood. He looks at her with some empathy in mind. "Ah... Fear. Clear as day, I see. A nice attempt at trying to brave through it, but a feeble one nonetheless."

As he says this, he yawns bored, as if he knew that such a thing was going to happen to him. He then turns his full attention back at her. "It is understandable as to why you are scared to face this sort of punishment. The scars painting your body give me a clear picture that what you've experienced must have been hell meeting Nirn. Tell me, if you so desire to... Why are you here?"

@Cactush

 

[Cactush]

Selesia couldn't help but smirk a little at the question, and her eyes shifted into something more devious, knowing well that what she was about to say would not win her any favour from Ri'zhid.

"Well...where to start. I was payed to collect a debt. I stole said debt and drugged my employers, and made a lot of money doing so. But loose ends love catching up to me, and people don't really take kindly to double-crossers, they sold me out to the guards, guards arrested me for stealing their coin, and then I met a few ghosts of my past in prison. But that's another story that I'd rather not talk about."

As awful as the subject was, it eased Selesia's heart to talk about it, it gave her something else to focus on, and distracted her from how itchy the rags they were given to wear. This Khajiit seemed nice enough, she ignored his comment about her facade of bravery, instead opting to keep the conversation going,
"What about you, are you another Khajiit thief who prowled on the roads?". Even on death's door, it was good to know who she was travelling with.

@Almighty-Kuma

 

[Archmage Jeremiah]

Ri'zhid's tail swishes playfully at the retort. He seems to enjoy her sassy company, despite her rather distant attitude towards him. "Oh, aren't you just the cutest... But I'm afraid that where we all are going, there won't be much use of any healers of Kynareth or surgeons to tend to a decapitated body, my dear."

Although Tiajia did not slouch in her seat, nor did her expression notably shift, her muscles did appear to be stretched and taut, and it deteriorated her prim posture into one that simply came across stiff. As such, she responded to Ri'zhid's bitter pill of a statement more like it was her duty to, rather than her wish to.
"This one understands that, but wishes to greet Khenarthi, Azurah, and all of Fadomai's children in the company of friends, not enemies,"
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Selesia couldn't help but smirk a little at the question, and her eyes shifted into something more devious, knowing well that what she was about to say would not win her any favour from Ri'zhid.

"Well...where to start. I was payed to collect a debt. I stole said debt and drugged my employers, and made a lot of money doing so. But loose ends love catching up to me, and people don't really take kindly to double-crossers, they sold me out to the guards, guards arrested me for stealing their coin, and then I met a few ghosts of my past in prison. But that's another story that I'd rather not talk about."

As awful as the subject was, it eased Selesia's heart to talk about it, it gave her something else to focus on, and distracted her from how itchy the rags they were given to wear. This Khajiit seemed nice enough, she ignored his comment about her facade of bravery, instead opting to keep the conversation going,
"What about you, are you another Khajiit thief who prowled on the roads?". Even on death's door, it was good to know who she was travelling with.

@Almighty-Kuma

Glancing Selesia's way to hear her speak was the first Tiajia's gaze had strayed, though her eyes swiftly darted back the moment Selesia had finished. "Tiajia is glad she is not alone in this sentiment,"

@Almighty-Kuma @Cactush​

 

[Almighty-Kuma]

Although Tiajia did not slouch in her seat, nor did her expression notably shift, her muscles did appear to be stretched and taut, and it deteriorated her prim posture into one that simply came across stiff. As such, she responded to Ri'zhid's bitter pill of a statement more like it was her duty to, rather than her wish to.
"This one understands that, but wishes to greet Khenarthi, Azurah, and all of Fadomai's children in the company of friends, not enemies."

"Ah, yes. Well, there are no friends and enemies in the eyes of Death. Only the living and deceased." He then sighs as he realizes how harsh he's being, especially with a classy and rather attractive Khajiit like herself. Shame on him. "I apologize. This whole situation is bothersome and I would like it to be over with as soon as possible so I can pass to the next life in peace, albeit in a rather cruel and gruesome fashion... Would have preferred dying in battle as a real warrior, but I suppose since I did cross the wrong people, so I am at fault."

Selesia couldn't help but smirk a little at the question, and her eyes shifted into something more devious, knowing well that what she was about to say would not win her any favour from Ri'zhid.

"Well...where to start. I was payed to collect a debt. I stole said debt and drugged my employers, and made a lot of money doing so. But loose ends love catching up to me, and people don't really take kindly to double-crossers, they sold me out to the guards, guards arrested me for stealing their coin, and then I met a few ghosts of my past in prison. But that's another story that I'd rather not talk about."

As awful as the subject was, it eased Selesia's heart to talk about it, it gave her something else to focus on, and distracted her from how itchy the rags they were given to wear. This Khajiit seemed nice enough, she ignored his comment about her facade of bravery, instead opting to keep the conversation going,
"What about you, are you another Khajiit thief who prowled on the roads?". Even on death's door, it was good to know who she was travelling with.

@Almighty-Kuma

He listens to her story good and well, relieved that she chose to open up about herself and then hears the question how he got arrested. He rolls his eyes as he hears the question, but ponders how of the story of how he got arrested.

Glancing Selesia's way to hear her speak was the first Tiajia's gaze had strayed, though her eyes swiftly darted back the moment Selesia had finished. "Tiajia is glad she is not alone in this sentiment."

As he lets Tiajia finish her comment, he looks at his bindings with eyes colder than the snows of Skyrim. "I killed a Thalmor who was harassing a pregnant Nord woman in Bruma. I decided that if the so-called guards didn't want to deal with the issue, I would. That prude thought he was a superior swordsman, but didn't keep his guard up... He was decapitated soon after realizing his mistake. Since I was near the border, I was sent to an Imperial prison. Thalmor spat at my cell and Imperials called me a "renegade". Feh. Only renegades here are the people not solving the true problem of facing those who caused discord throughout Tamriel. That's why we have a White-Gold Concordat, a weakened Empire and a rebellion that said ineffective Empire can't even handle."

@Archmage Jeremiah @Cactush

 

[Cactush]

Glancing Selesia's way to hear her speak was the first Tiajia's gaze had strayed, though her eyes swiftly darted back the moment Selesia had finished. "Tiajia is glad she is not alone in this sentiment,"

@Almighty-Kuma @Cactush​

Selesia's eyes caught Tiajia's gaze, and shifted away just as quick. She did not know what to think of this one. She had a different air about her than Ri'zhid, but she was glad that at least these two Khajiit were not like the common ones she had dealt with in the past. These ones had some display of honour, and merchants they were not.

He listens to her story good and well, relieved that she chose to open up about herself and then hears the question how he got arrested. He rolls his eyes as he hears the question, but ponders how of the story of how he got arrested.

As he lets Tiajia finish her comment, he looks at his bindings with eyes colder than the snows of Skyrim. "I killed a Thalmor who was harassing a pregnant Nord woman in Bruma. I decided that if the so-called guards didn't want to deal with the issue, I would. That prude thought he was a superior swordsman, but didn't keep his guard up... He was decapitated soon after realizing his mistake. Since I was near the border, I was sent to an Imperial prison. Thalmor spat at my cell and Imperials called me a "renegade". Feh. Only renegades here are the people not solving the true problem of facing those who caused discord throughout Tamriel. That's why we have a White-Gold Concordat, a weakened Empire and a rebellion that said ineffective Empire can't even handle."

Selesia's eyebrows raised slightly after hearing Ri'zhid's story. "I didn't take you for a killer. But I don't blame you for what you did...events like that happened all too often at home." Selesia forced herself to stop talking. Her home was not a place she wanted to speak about with anyone, not even people who would die with the knowledge, like these people. She felt her face finally relax into a more neutral position, which unfortunately for her, this made her look quite irritated, but considering where she was, she didn't care.

@Archmage Jeremiah @Almighty-Kuma

 

[Archmage Jeremiah]

"Ah, yes. Well, there are no friends and enemies in the eyes of Death. Only the living and deceased." He then sighs as he realizes how harsh he's being, especially with a classy and rather attractive Khajiit like herself. Shame on him. "I apologize. This whole situation is bothersome and I would like it to be over with as soon as possible so I can pass to the next life in peace, albeit in a rather cruel and gruesome fashion... Would have preferred dying in battle as a real warrior, but I suppose since I did cross the wrong people, so I am at fault."



He listens to her story good and well, relieved that she chose to open up about herself and then hears the question how he got arrested. He rolls his eyes as he hears the question, but ponders how of the story of how he got arrested.



As he lets Tiajia finish her comment, he looks at his bindings with eyes colder than the snows of Skyrim. "I killed a Thalmor who was harassing a pregnant Nord woman in Bruma. I decided that if the so-called guards didn't want to deal with the issue, I would. That prude thought he was a superior swordsman, but didn't keep his guard up... He was decapitated soon after realizing his mistake. Since I was near the border, I was sent to an Imperial prison. Thalmor spat at my cell and Imperials called me a "renegade". Feh. Only renegades here are the people not solving the true problem of facing those who caused discord throughout Tamriel. That's why we have a White-Gold Concordat, a weakened Empire and a rebellion that said ineffective Empire can't even handle."

@Archmage Jeremiah @Cactush

Tiajia's stony eyes blinked, and suddenly possessed a glint of emotion.
"Killed a Thalmor, did you? Decapitated him?" she repeated with brows raised in keen interest, and the passion in her eyes seeping into her voice, "So you, too, know them as this one does? See through their heinous lies and null promises?" she leaned in to ask.

@Almighty-Kuma​

 

[Tyrannosaurus Rekt]

Falx, Priest of Stendarr

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Falx felt every bump that the carriage made. His wrists ached and burned. In defiance, he twisted his arms about, in an attempt to slide out of them. Yet, he knew it was impossible. He was quite talented in alteration magic, but that only worked on locks and the like. Rope. Basic rope was a monster of its creation. He sighed, loudly, looking up at the cart he was currently inhabiting. There was an assortment of characters. He glanced over as two khajit spoke in their native language. Yet, he only gave them a passing look as he focused back on his ropes. A woman spoke. He would have assumed she was a Nord, but there was something her complexion that was oddly Imperial.

"This is not how I thought I would die," Falx said. "Vampires. Daedra. Witches. Maybe werewolves, were involved in my imagination's death. Not this mundane bit." He sighed. "May Stendarr have mercy upon us all."

Falx leaned back. He was in the same prisoner garb as the rest of the others. Yet, his shirt didn't fully cover his torso as needed. His hirsute belly flashed itself underneath the shirt. Not really noticing or caring, he leaned forward, hiding himself. He eyed the rope again. "I may be Imperial, but even I think this is inhumane. Some mead, possibly some skooma and we can all go out thinking we are in our gods' good graces. Or at least in good graces, in general. This seems overly macabre to have this entire death march." He eyed a guard who only huffed. "Right, well, this is as entertaining as a mudcrab fart."

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@Almighty-Kuma @Cactush @Archmage Jeremiah

 

[Cactush]

Selesia's attention turned to her left as the bigger male, the Imperial, started mumbling and twisting about, no doubt still trying to escape his fate. Listening to the man monologue to himself, she heard his prayers to Stendarr. Oh great, a holy man, she thought to herself, she never liked all the religious crap, all the praying and having to answer to so many different beings, damned if they're real or not, none of them have ever helped her.
She finally looked the man in the eyes and spoke up.

"I think Stendarr's abandoned you." Selesia spoke bluntly. "How does a holy man find himself in a cart with people like us? I thought only Talos was the outlawed one these days." Selesia had heard of Stendarr's followers, it was said they were quite fanatic, maybe he was one of them.

@Tyrannosaurus Rekt

 

[Almighty-Kuma]

Tiajia's stony eyes blinked, and suddenly possessed a glint of emotion.
"Killed a Thalmor, did you? Decapitated him?" she repeated with brows raised in keen interest, and the passion in her eyes seeping into her voice, "So you, too, know them as this one does? See through their heinous lies and null promises?" she leaned in to ask.

"If you have a disdain for the Aldmeri Dominion, I would completely understand... There's near no one that hates them besides themselves. Ri'zhid knows full well that the third Aldmeri Dominion are a bunch of elven supremacists with the competence of a troll bathing in hot lava. They tricked our people, the zav wafiit! Feh. These were nothing like the First Aldmeri Dominion. Now that, my friend, was the truest Dominion there was." He sighs as he looks at Tiajia. "Yes. I see them for they truly are; a plague to Tamriel, only in the form of regality."

 

[Applo]

Tóra watched the carriage floor as it slowly rocked and bumped its way along the road to Helgen. She didn't need her eye's to tell her where they were, she knew every turn, dip and climb on the route to Helgen.It was strange to think that this was the last time she would travel to the village. It almost didn't seem real. How many times had she walked this road, it must of been thousands at least, not once had she ever thought Sovngarde would be it's end.

Voices drifting from the carriage ahead of her own dragged Tóra from her thoughts. It was another strangeness that the people with whom she would share her fate were probably more eager for her life than the imperials who would take it. She didn't know why the guards had placed in this cart of beasts and strays rather than with the other Stormcloaks but she thanked the Talos that she had been spared their company. The people with whom she shared the carriage were not who she would have chosen to spend her final journey with at least they didn't curse her very existence.

Straightening up Tóra tried to stretch the stiffness from her back as best she could before looking around at the faces of her companions. For a little while she listen as the two Khajiit chatted, dipping in and out of their strange tongue and wondered what had drawn them so far from their home in the south. She was watching the beast's tails flick backwards and forwards when the stout bearded imperial across from her caught her fascination with talk of Vampires and Daedra. While he ranted at one of the guards Tóra studied the man's face. It certainly was the face of a fighter with numerous scars and for the first time she felt compelled to know more of who she would die with other than the Stormcloaks.

"Tell me Imperial, what life did you lead that made death at the hand of such abominations seem so likely."​

 

[Archmage Jeremiah]

"If you have a disdain for the Aldmeri Dominion, I would completely understand... There's near no one that hates them besides themselves. Ri'zhid knows full well that the third Aldmeri Dominion are a bunch of elven supremacists with the competence of a troll bathing in hot lava. They tricked our people, the zav wafiit! Feh. These were nothing like the First Aldmeri Dominion. Now that, my friend, was the truest Dominion there was." He sighs as he looks at Tiajia. "Yes. I see them for they truly are; a plague to Tamriel, only in the form of regality."

"A plague they are, the clawless alimer," Tiajia uttered, with scorn and contempt dripping from the very word, "The audacity they had, trampling all over Tiajia's life, and leaving her to the sands..." Her breathing grew heavy and hoarse, and her hands grew so tense they trembled within their binds - palms open and claws bared, "Only to find this one decades later to do it again," And like that, her passion was scattered to the wind. Her hands dangled from her wrists as she lifted her head to stare into Ri'zhid again; her muscles visibly straining to keep her eyebrows and upper eyelids tight-knit, and to keep her lips taut and unflinching. The only noticeable difference was a new glossiness to her slitted eyes.
"The Thalmor will betray the Concordat. My only regret is knowing I won't live to see them meet Oblivion,"

@Almighty-Kuma​

 

[Zelosse]

Fen had spent the better part of the cart ride with both eyes closed in deep meditation. Death was not a new experience that he feared discovering, it had been like a brother all these years. It was always there on every step of his travels right from the first day he began to practice the mystic arts. Death had been delivered by his own hand to hundreds of individuals that had crossed his path with hostility in their hearts.
The only thing that hurt now was his pride.. The bracelet on his arm stifling his ability to deal out death as he had before. Even after years adorned to his wrist Fen could feel the scalding heat that had seared the runic piece of metal forever unto him, and felt the very magic he had trained to wield. It no longer flowed into and through his body.

For a wizard of his skill to be wounded so..

The sound of the Khajit language cut through his inner musings like a knife, breaking the slow methodical intake of ambient magic. It had only been a few days since his unwarranted arrest but Fen still failed to take in enough energy to make any kind of successful escape.
Out of time, little power, and stressed, it had only been a matter of time.

Eyes snapping up to stare at the two cat people, "Will you two flea infested creatures be quiet? : "The last words I want to hear while I grace this frozen shit hole will not be in the language of grotesque felines."

 

[Almighty-Kuma]

"A plague they are, the clawless alimer," Tiajia uttered, with scorn and contempt dripping from the very word, "The audacity they had, trampling all over Tiajia's life, and leaving her to the sands..." Her breathing grew heavy and hoarse, and her hands grew so tense they trembled within their binds - palms open and claws bared, "Only to find this one decades later to do it again," And like that, her passion was scattered to the wind. Her hands dangled from her wrists as she lifted her head to stare into Ri'zhid again; her muscles visibly straining to keep her eyebrows and upper eyelids tight-knit, and to keep her lips taut and unflinching. The only noticeable difference was a new glossiness to her slitted eyes.
"The Thalmor will betray the Concordat. My only regret is knowing I won't live to see them meet Oblivion."

It seems that Ri'zhid is gaining a better understanding of Tiajia, albeit he isn't as passionate as her by a longshot. He can see her absolute abhorrence of the Aldmeri Dominion and how she wants it to see it end. He too fears of the Thalmor betraying the Concordat, as he can see the obvious loopholes and advantages of that they can take in order to spread their influence all over Tamriel. At that point, he knows that not the strongest mages, the bravest of warriors or the most gifted of larceny can stand up to the massive threat known as the Thalmor.

He sighs as he nods, choosing not to say a word. He then looks down at his bounds... Why even bother? He knows that it's easy to break the bounds, but what next after that? He doesn't know how many Imperials are truly there... There could be scouts, lurking waiting, the warriors can catch him off guard... What's even the po---

Eyes snapping up to stare at the two cat people, "Will you two flea infested creatures be quiet? : "The last words I want to hear while I grace this frozen shit hole will not be in the language of grotesque felines."

Oh, what a joy. Well, this at least distracted him from the matter at hand. He's dealt with Bretons like this before, they're pretty much steel plated mannequins of each other. With the gaze that held a snail's pace to meet with his, he looks at him with a rather bored and unamused look of general tiredness. "Oh. Is your cooking as repugnant, unsavory and inclement as your general attitude or you're just happy to see us? If so, it's nice to get the special treatment."