"Know something? I...no that...that can't be right." Lorag began, his tone matching his words to convey the disbelief he was experiencing. "How common of a name is that with you people? The Do'rhajul I know is dead; he was killed when my patrol was ambushed by those werewolves."

Lorag's interruption was all that Meesei needed to be reminded of where she had heard Do'rhajul's name. Lorag had spoke of him before, about how he had been a leader and mentor to him when he had served in the Legion. She could certainly understand Lorag's disbelief, as it was a coincidence that seemed far too unlikely to be reality. Of course, where Daedric lords are concerned, coincidences could be far less random than they seemed to mortals on Nirn. 

"Your old commander, I remember now. It is possible that it is not him, but...he does match the description. If it is him, then that would raise many questions, but could also give us an advantage. In any case, we still have an opportunity to attack. I would like to review the information we have on the enemy fortress' defenses. Apart from the...identity of our enemy's General, are there any questions." Meesei asked. 

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It had been some time, though Peiter had hardly been keeping track. He was laying in bed, arms wrapped around Sabine, and was breathing a bit heavily. He kissed her neck, then laid his head so that he could easily whisper in to her ear. "It never gets old. Just make sure you make plenty of those potions for the march to Corinthe. How much of a tragedy would it be if we were to run out?" He commented with a chuckle. 

After a brief pause, and a few enthusiastic kisses, Peiter continued. "I know you said you need to practice magic at some point, but...maybe we could stay together for a while longer? Perhaps go for a swim?"