Ahnasha hesitated, picking through her words carefully in her mind. "Um, well, they don't know too much about you, really. I've avoided telling them too much about our [i]real[/i] personal lives. They think we once owned a hunting shop up in Bruma, and have since moved to Skyrim. I didn't want to give them too much to be curious about. I did try to convey that your father might not be someone they would...get along with. But, it's hard to say what they'll do. They're optimists; at least my parents are. They think they can win people over, and they have in the past, but not always. I do think I can convince them not to try to convert you worshiping the divines on their [i]first[/i] visit, at least." She said with a chuckle. "But, I know they'll want to be social." 

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"You couldn't change it." Lorag said back to Harriet. "But there was always another choice. You definitely were quick to act. Quick to run. Quick to hide. But, when you ran, you denied justice to the people that deserved it. Did you ever call Vera a friend? I didn't know you back then. Still, you ran from  your judgment. 'Course, the choice to come back never actually went away for you. You could go back to the clan...it just means facing that judgment. The Champion let you live, but if you came back, I know very well what she'd do. She'd make Vera your judge. Let her choose her justice for you. Maybe she'd execute you on the spot, or maybe you could manage to argue for her to let you fight Vile one last time for some attempt at whatever meager redemption Hircine decides to give you. You'd be surprised how well that seems to work nowadays..." He said, grunting lightly to himself and crossing his arms. 

"Anyways, I'll have the girl back tonight. Maybe tomorrow, depending. Meesei can teleport." He explained, his words as flat as they were brief.