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"Who's do not matter friend. What matters is getting the job done, neh? Now I'm certain you can take a few cuts, given the amount of scars on you, but how about ice spikes, neh? Poison darts, fiery floors, soul gem traps? Your bulk won't get you through there alone. Why do you think I've gotten...

"Betray you? Why in the world would I do that, neh? I could easily take you here, if I wanted. Then once your body hit the ground the only people that would care are the other elves. But of course, once they compare the dead and not dead, they will obviously blame you." Mesiri bit into a piece...

"Well, someone very important has suddenly had a daughter go missing. And that important someone does not like that. The important person knew me a little and about my work, and now the important one is offering ten thousand septims for the one who brings their daughter back. And the important...

"Tehe, I see you got the wine I sent you. I couldn't help but notice such an interesting orc in a place full of nords. So what brings a big elf like you to the city, neh? Wouldn't happen to be working for anyone, neh? Cause if you're not, I have something in mind." Mesiri continues to smile as...

All right, mind if I throw in the plot device that'll get us started?

Gee, what gives you that idea? ;P (dynamite comes in small packages)

"Horses? What do we need those for?" "The khajiit will need them to get to the boats." "Oh." Dunhe sighed and turned back to the other two. "It's good to meet you both back here. I am Dunhe. To explain, we are, in part, creations of Dwemer, but also of any good conjurer of the time of the...

"Ah, Dar'Aava. Good to see you. Well, I only just got here a moment ago. This is Sere." "Hello." "Sere is another one of my kind, commonly called enchanted dolls. I suppose I should explain us and our existence pretty soon." "What's to explain? We're dolls, and we're enchanted." "There's...

Dunhe walked through the snow towards the dragon's cave and hopped down from a ledge right at it's mouth. "With time to spare," he whispered to himself. "Ah, there you are, my good friend. Dar'Aava was the small one, was he not? So you must be... Half-pint? It was the only other name I heard."...

"Yep. I know what you mean. I insult jarls, mayors, and army folk on a daily basis, but hardly any of them ever get it." She giggled and then picked up her mushroom stew to slurp up the last bit. "So, I saw you takin' a look at Mister Big Scary Orc over there. Saw me look at him, neh? Well, so...

Okay, I'm just gonna say this last thing and wait for thee others. Chow.

"So it's that kind of relationship then, neh?" she said as she took a bite of baked apple and drunk some milk to chase it down. "Well, to each his or her own." As she chowed down on some venison, she noticed a huge orc in her periphery. 'Wow!' she thought. 'He looks like he could skin a deer...

Okay, we'll carry it a little before we halt I guess. What timezome are you in, cause it's 5:00 where I'm at? Just curious.

Mesiri looked up at the khajiit as he offered his hand. "Hello. I am Mesiri. Though some people call me Damn It, Gods No, Mercy, and one time Son Of A. I'd prefer if you just called me Mesiri though. Those kind of people tend to die." She giggled. "Just teasing with you, kitty. Call me...

Mesiri's cheeks turned violet against her blueish skin and she swallowed hard. "That was, um, interesting, to say the least." The man was still jumping up and down and swatting at her mouse familiar and the barkeep looked a little scared at the prospect of mice in his tavern. Mesiri thought...

"It's nothing personal. I just love a good practical joke as much as the next child. Look." A little concentration later, and a tiny mouse appeared on the table next to the candlestick. "Hehe. I've always wondered whether khajiit take after mice like cats or people. Even if it doesn't get to...

Mesiri sat down and continued to ponder at her breakfast. Finally when someone cam around she laid out what she wanted. "I'd like some horker loaf, some scrambled eggs, toast, venison slices, a baked apple, a grilled leek, a bit of mushroom stew, chopped cabbage topped with powdered garlic, a...

Name; Mesiri Race; Drow Elf Age; 34, but due to her race she appears to be nine Gender; female Class; scout/ light warrior Skills; Duel swords and bow Physical appearance; A little under four feet, Mesiri looks like a nine year old child with messy bright white hair at shoulder length...

Mesiri licked her lips. "Sounds good Miss Sita, but as a word of warning, you'll need to set a limit on that offer or you may go broke. I've been known to have the appetite of a starved troll. Let's see..." As she pondered more on what to eat, she noticed a khajiit looking at her. At first she...

"But if I don't listen to a word, how will I know it's about you Miss Sita?" Mesiri laughed. "Sorry. Letting it out again. Well, you must be either quite ambitious or have something to back your words, neh? Of course, you could never hope to be more famous than I. No, the most one can hope for...