Lorag shook his head slightly, still not turning to look back at Fendros. "I don't expect an elf like you to get it. You've got, what? Three, four hundred more years before your body even starts to slow down. I've got nothing more after now. I'm as strong as I've ever been, but I'm never getting better. Every year I'm alive, I'm going to have to fight a bit harder just to try to keep up with what I used to be. I'm not a mage like the Alpha who'll just get stronger as time goes on, I'm just going to get slower, and weaker. You know, when most Orcs his their prime, they go looking for the best fight they can get until they die a real warrior's death. I can understand it too; what's the point of being alive if you're just going to watch yourself rot away and die anyway?"

"Oh, thank you." The Argonian girl said in an obviously surprised tone as Sabine handed her a coin. She felt nervous in taking the coin, but did not know if it would be rude to refuse it. For the moment, she held on to it, as most people waited for him to be between songs. When Sabine asked her name, she readily gave her Jel name, but for a human, the particular combination of words was almost unpronounceable. "I know my name is sometimes hard for outsiders to say. You can also call me Reads-Many-Tales. It is an, uh...accurate name.".