Lorag's tone in his retelling of his relationship history was blunt and detached as ever, but that didn't stop it sounding rather depressing. All of his relations, whether the commitment he wanted was true or not, ended up dying. All except the last, and that one had a slightly different reaction.

"So the rumours were true!" Gallus lifted his head back and began to laugh heartily, "That dragon soul of an Orc woman and it took beating her at a fight to get into bed with her." Gallus' laughter died down, "A shame, what she ended up doing. I wonder where she is now?"

As everyone tucked into their food, Janius brought the topic around to Uthri. "So, you grew up in Skyrim, right Uthri? What about you?"

Uthri smiled at the pretence of nationality, "Yes, I was raised by the wilds. I was the consort of a bear and beat him to death when he didn't satisfy me. I then took up a marriage proposal from a giant spider and promptly killed and ate him."

Uthri was the only one who didn't immediately appear to pause in her meal.

"Your faces, you should see them," Uthri chuckled, "No, I did not have many interactions with men in the hold wilds. I didn't even have any relationships until I reached Bruma." Uthri but a mouthful of boar meat in her mouth with her fork and pointed the fork in Gallus' direction. She spoke through her mouthful, "In fact, the only one I've been with ish thish hopelesh pig." She swallowed and raised her voice, "A year! And you left me for some Breton waif with smaller breasts than I! And this was before your three-way conundrum that you rightly deserve to be in, by the way!"

At this point Gallus was looking almost afraid.

Uthri laughed again. "Ah, calm down, puppy, that was years ago. I wouldn't be in your pack if I was still angry."

Gallus exhaled and chuckled, "You're a good friend, Uthri."

"And you're a horrible person, the world goes around," Uthri almost lifted another piece of boar to her lips when she stopped and caught Irenya's eye. Grinning, Uthri pointed her fork to Irenya, "Don't think you're getting away either, Irenya. You're probably one of the oldest people here. You must have something to tell. You know what they say about Dunmer women."

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Sabine looked at Peiter, almost surprised to be touched, but looked forward again after hearing the question. "Hmm, I do not know," Sabine put a hand to her chin and observed the firebreather's magic, "He is using a technique that I have not seen. I think it is possible, though. It would take a long time to practice." Sabine gave Peiter a smile, "It isn't just thoughts, you know. It is...well it is magic, it is many things. Have you tried to learn any magic before?"

Possibly experiencing some kind of nostalgia, Tzirret was a few rows of people ahead of Peiter and Sabine. He was entranced by the performance so far. Soon enough, the firebreather began to change the colours of the flames, producing shapes in bright purple, green, and pink. The colours even went to a deep red and sky blues. It began to become especially fascinating when the colours were used together to create more tangible shapes.