Lorag stood with his arms crossed, shaking his head. "Boy, you're not goin' to sow any 'discord' into Do'rhajul. Guess you learned from your father; that sounds like a plan an Imperial commander would use. Break up the enemy ranks, flank them from multiple angles, it's a basic combat tactic. And, that's why it won't work, it makes too much sense. He'll see it comin' as soon as he sees the ladders. Oblivion, I'd bet on him guessin' it before then. That cat'll have his men positioned exactly where they need to be. You want to beat him, you can't think that conventional at any stage of this attack."

Through the entire discussion, Ri'vashi was becoming increasingly frustrated at her inability to find some kind of solution. She was not accustomed to such difficulties in military matters. But, with Lorag's response, an idea came to her mind. "If he is as skilled as you say, he may predict us attempting to surround him, but...what if we find a way to fake it?"

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The longer the conversation went on, the more relaxed Irenya became. Even Ahnasha started to appear less frustrated, though she was still far from being accepting of Irenya. "I...cannot say for sure." Irenya answered. "We both survived the war, thank Hircine. We were close to the fighting at times, but neither side made targets of the enemy's wounded. There was at least that much honor among them. We had originally planned to return to Morrowind after the war, but as I mentioned, we had no real home there either. A few months before the end of the war, we were living in a small town named Aleswell, north of the Imperial city. With nowhere else to go, it is where we stayed. The people were friendly, and as healers, we were certainly valued. I was turned by a rouge werewolf about fifteen years later, while I was fishing by Lake Rumare. I never returned to Aleswell after that, so I do not know if my mother stayed, or moved on in my absence."