Karl breathed in to speak between Meesei's questions. When Sabine's past was queried, Sabine lifted her head from Karl's shoulder and looked at him sideways.

"Well," Karl said. He lifted his eyes to recollect. "Only one or two stories. Nothing especially mortifying. I suppose the pleasure will indeed be yours." He gestured forward out of the water.

Sabine's hand sprung out of the water to grab Karl's wrist. "Ah! Hey," Sabine said. She glanced to Meesei and Karl, open-mouthed. "Not fair. You first, Karl."

Karl laughed. "You're so jumpy, Sabine," he said teasingly.

Sabine jolted and quietly yelped in place before reaching under the water. The pair grinned and struggled for a moment before Sabine pulled Karl's dripping arm out from under the murky surface in both her hands. She triumphantly wrapped Karl's arm around her neck and softly bit her grin into the side of his hand.

"Alright, you win," Karl laughed and relaxed his arm. He closed his mouth and addressed Meesei. "I grew up in Wayrest. My parents were both wereboars in a sounder that lived in the city, in secret. We knew of the lycan clan that lived near the city, but both my mother and father had their lives rooted in Wayrest city itself when they were turned. So they preferred to stay." Karl's smile lowered as he continued. "I decided to leave for Blackreach when the call went out for lycan scholars of the Dwemer in Skyrim. I was an alchemist by trade, but Dwemer artefacts and history had been a collection hobby of mine for quite some time. I never could have imagined what I was travelling to." He tiled and shook his head. "Just to think, I was so upset to leave the majority of my collection behind. Only to live within possibly the largest Dwemer ruin in the entirety of Tamriel."