Bosmer. Short lads to be sure, but useful with a bow, useful in the thick brush, useful with building. Unless it had to accommodate Jorwen’s great height. He had to duck extra low beneath the mouth of Daelin’s tent, nodding to Daelin as he went through and the Bosmer nodded back. “Well, shit, you’re a damn sight bigger than when I last saw you. You still in your growing years, are you? Why’re we bringing a giant along?” A Redguard with thin, corded muscles flexing under ebony skin said, rolling his shoulders and popping his knuckles as if he was getting ready to get in the circle with Jorwen instead of a briefing.

“Why’re we bringing a child?” Jorwen grumbled back, narrowed eyes settling on the dark-skinned face below.

Maduras snorted with his hand over his mouth in the corner of the tent and even the Redguard himself cracked a smile and nodded at him. Which was good, he was tired of Dumhuvud and his like. Keegan muttered something under his breath just loud enough to be heard as Daelin went over their plans. Jorwen just shrugged, “A man like Dumhuvud is only put in his place when he’s put in the ground. Hopefully he gets on Thrice-Pierced’s nerves. Wake up with a cut throat, only man in Skyrim more prickly than Cat-Kicker.” He only stuck his chin out and nodded towards Daelin to put their attention on who needed it. He’d be damned if he was killed because he missed something in the briefing.