[color=f7941d]Hey, hey![/color] Kharmam said, smiling even broader, [color=f7941d]Ayron! What are we celebrating?[/color]

He was not a bad sort, the imperial. Imperials in general were not bad sorts in Kharmams experience. A bit greedy at times, what with them conquering all of Tamriel throughout history, but greed was not such a bad vice according to the redguard. There were far worse people in the world. Take Kharmam herself for example. She was a murderous one, and a mean one at that. And just look at all the nice things it had got her through the years. Ayron might have been a slave too, but at least he had a fat bottle of Sujamma to his name. Kharmam only had her scars.

She took a mug for herself and downed it in a single swig. It could hardly have been called good, but it did the job it was meant to do. She could already feel the warmth spreading through her body, and the bruises seemed to hurt just a fraction less than before.

[color=f7941d]Thanks[/color], she said, bumping her fist on Ayrons shoulder, [color=f7941d]I owe you one.[/color]