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Guild Headquarters
Bruma
13th First Seed, 
Late Afternoon

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[indent]“Go on. Say it,” came the low and rumbling breath of the dark character - buried beneath the hood of his felt cloak - a pair of bright green eyes peaking out. He was much taller than his companion, tall as she herself was. Even hunched over at his broad shoulders, he eclipsed the slim Dunmer stood before him.

“Say what?” She asked, pointed ears twitching as she stepped forward, barefoot as always, a long skirt billowing around her ankles as a string of beads tinkled. The Dunmer woman pushed back her own hood, the collected raindrops falling to the floor with a splash.

The Khajiit sighed, weary. “The place is a shit hole, say it.”

That made her tilt her head. She simply observed him leaning up against what she made out as the hearth of the living area. It was hard to tell in the gloom, and everything was covered in dust, too. Her full lips curled upwards into a smile, and a twinkle passed across her scarlett orbs as they softened. “It’s not so bad at all, Sinty.”

“[i]My name is Dro’Sintaba.,[/i]” he retorted quickly, nostrils flaring with an aggrieved huff. He rolled his shoulders forward and sighed again - like he was forcing every drop of hope out of himself. Deflating.

The Dunmer tutted and rolled her eyes, boldly, in his direction. “That’s what I said!”

She stepped back towards him, forcing her own arm through his, joining the two of them at the elbow. He relented and followed her “It doesn’t [i]smell[/i] great, you’re right, but if you let me light the lamps, it’ll burn the stench from the air - have patience my friend.” She added with a smile, showing her teeth, and a dimple in each cheek. He warmed at that, releasing the tension in his shoulders.

With a snap of her fingers, a controlled flame soared beside her and the first lamp lit up. After circling the room, performing the same trick over and over, the chill left the room and a warm glow lit it up in its entirety. The plush furniture was blanketed in cobwebs, dust, and dirt - but it was there. 

It was clear it had once been loved.

“Just a quick bit of cleaning here… We’ll have a lounge for our members to relax in…” The Dunmer trilled, leading the Khajiit around the room again. “And through there…” A slender finger pointed to the archway separating this room from the next; “we’ll have delicious feasts every night!” she giggled, her ears twitching again.

“You think so?” the Khajiit asked, his fouler mood seemingly mollified for the time being.

The Dunmer tilted her head, narrowing her eyes coyly. “Oh, I [i]know[/i] so…” she purred. Walking now towards an actual door. “But this room… This is the one you really liked.” As if permitting him to walk forwards, she let go of his elbow, and took a step back.

Excitedly, Dro’Sintaba pushed open the door - finding himself in the larger room as he stepped beyond the threshold. A generously sized bed was placed in one corner, a long and sprawling desk had been set up in front of a large window. His eyes widened as he paced through, straightening himself up to his full and impressive height. “That view…” he exhaled.

The Dunmer then followed him in, humming in agreement. “Beautiful, I know.” She remarked, making her way across the dusty rug to the window to release the latch. “The forest beyond this window will carry the scent of pine on a breeze, right to you.” She blinked up at him, smiling again.

Dro’Sintaba pushed back his own hood at last - revealing his dark fur, and the painted stripes across the bridge of his nose. There was a whisper of a smile on his countenance and he nodded. “Thank you Ivy,” he said heavily, unable to meet her gaze with his own for that moment.

She understood how much it meant to him. [/indent]