[center][h2]Lizards of a Scale, Talk a Tale[/h2][/center] 
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Daixanos stalked through the streets of Bruma, smelling freshly cooked food in the air. It was one of the nicer towns in Cyrodiil, he believed. Hardy people and strong stone did well for the welfare of the settlement, and judging by the smell, the food was very good. He didn’t expect to find another Argonian here, but a voice rose up from a corner in the next street and he perked his reptilian head up. 

“Brother?” He echoed, and began to speak in a hushed tone. “Yesss, I seek the guild. Will you be inducted in as well?” 

“That is the plan, but who knows what will happen.” Tsleeixth said, his previous anxieties easing somewhat at the prospect of having a fellow Saxhleel with whom to talk. “Truth be told, it would be hugely beneficial to me if I was able to join. My pouch is getting a little light now and I could use the septims.” He paused for a second in his ramble when a slightly embarrassing detail dawned on him: he hadn’t even introduced himself to his fellow Argonian.

“Ah, but I’m getting ahead of myself.” Tsleeixth said, chuckling softly. “My name is Tsleeixth, brother. And, if you don’t mind me asking, what is it that drives you to join this new guild? We are quite away from our homeland, aren’t we? So, you’ll have to pardon me if I say that I’m more than a little surprised to find one of our kind here.” 

Argonians were known for their lack of emotions, and hard to read faces. Daixanos gave credit to such stereotypes, even among his fellow Saxhleel. However, the twitch of his tail and the hiss in his breath betrayed his mild relief of speaking to a Hist-brother. “Actually, this is the closest I have been to home in many years, friend. Perhaps after a few short years here, I will return.” 

Dax looked away for a moment. Not out of shyness, but wariness. Even in a civilized town, he watched for potential threats, almost like a beast himself. “I am Daixanos, of Gideon. A Hunter of Beasts, Men, and Mer should the coin be right. I have been in Skyrim for many years, on a quest from the great trees. I shall not speak of it publicly, but if you’re curious we can speak of it later. You don’t know where the guild is, do you brother?” 

Tsleeixth nodded at Dax’s words, understanding why he wouldn’t want to talk about such matters in public. “Very well brother, we can speak about it later away from prying ears.” He said before chuckling sheepishly at his fellow Saxhleel’s question about if he knew where the guild was. “Ah, I do. You see, I was surprised to see a fellow Saxhleel which is why I called. One does not tend to run into many of our kind outside of our homeland after all.” Tsleeixth admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why do you ask brother, do you not know the direction?” 

Briefly, Daixanos wondered why Tsleeixth was here to begin with. He had no true suspicion, but it was indeed odd that a fellow Argonian was here. He decided he would ask later, if Tslee didn’t divulge naturally. “I have never been here before, so yesss.” He replied. He felt if he began to look around, the landstriders would get a bit suspicious themselves. “I have only heard whispers of the guild in general. Let us go in so I may ply my trade.” 
“Very well. It’s not too far off so we should be there shortly brother.” Tsleeixth said, resuming his walk towards the guild. “It’s a good thing that this guild was recruiting, I was running out of septims and needed a job. Hopefully we’ll both get hired, eh? Shouldn’t be too hard, after all one would think that a recently established guild would be all too eager for new recruits.” He said, letting silence fall for a few moments before he spoke again. “If you do not mind me asking brother, what drove you to seek the guild? Pardon me if I’m prying too much but, well, I’m curious.” 

Dax didn’t react as they walked, answering simply. “I only know why I am in Cyrodiil, brother.”They turned a corner, Tsleeixth slightly leading to show him the way. He wondered if Tslee was always this curious or introspective. “I didn’t seek the guild for any reason other than the pay I might receive. It has good benefits, does it not?”

“Yes, it does. I must admit that I sought the guild for similar reasons, albeit I also searched for something a bit more stable than mercenary work. Well, more stable in the sense that there’d always be a place to return to after work if that makes sense.” The spellsword mused before chuckling softly. “Ah, but I digress, I apologize.” He said to Daixanos as they took one last corner, the guild’s building coming into view for the two Argonians. 

A small group was already visible, which elicited a small laugh from Tsleeixth. “Well, it seems we won’t be lacking for company, will we brother?” He said, turning to look at Dax before motioning at the bulletin board. “Well, let’s go and see if we made it.”    

 
“Hist willing,” said Dax.