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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
Yours sleepily,
Vasco Pyjama
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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Sorry for the delay, I had a long phone call and now I have to go to a work shift. I'll get the post up later. G'night!
The question was spoken so fast that Fendros probably would have asked the inquisitive Argonian to repeat it slowly had Reanaseer not translated for him. "Well, I..." Fendros stopped himself to think. The answer wasn't as obvious as he might have thought. He idly itched at the side of his neck and tried to think of the Jel words to explain. "It is... interesting language. I like language." He started, "We travel to Argonia, so I learn Jel. It is..." he sighed and snapped his fingers a few times, before giving up and speaking Cyrodilic, "A hobby, I don't know the word for hobby in Jel. Anyway, yes, I suppose I've picked up learning Jel as a hobby, something to do in my free time. With learning the language, you learn some of the culture as well, but I'm not a sage by any means. As for being a Dunmer..." He trailed off and bit on his lower lip trying to think of more Jel phrases, "I am Dunmer, but... my path down river... is not like Dunmer in Morrowind."
While the curiosity of a Dunmer speaking Jel was attracting most of the attention, Janius was confronted by what appeared to be a young Argonian woman who introduced herself as Kaleeth-Rei. "Hello, Kaleeth-Rei," He replied, smiling back at her and bowing his head politely, "Nice to meet you." He spoke in Cyrodilic, not really expecting her to understand, but he still wanted to be courteous. In fact, even though he wasn't normally into Argonians, she might have been someone he would flirt with for fun. With how sensitive the situation was however, he was hesitant to do so just yet. Oh, what would be the harm? It's not as if I'm even allowed to bed anyone these day. He thought, extending his hand intending to kiss the back of her hand if she would allow it, or even know the gesture.
Of the villagers who weren't giving undivided attention to Fendros, there were a number who were staring at Lorag, particularly his jutting teeth. One young Argonian man in a loincloth with orange and green scales shuffled near to Meesei while looking at Lorag. "Your friend, Lorag, er... what is he? He has elf ears, but he is green and has boar's teeth." He asked. His tone showed more curiosity than maliciousness. They might have never seen an Orc before, being so far from any Orismer strongholds and too young to have seen any legionnaires.
While the curiosity of a Dunmer speaking Jel was attracting most of the attention, Janius was confronted by what appeared to be a young Argonian woman who introduced herself as Kaleeth-Rei. "Hello, Kaleeth-Rei," He replied, smiling back at her and bowing his head politely, "Nice to meet you." He spoke in Cyrodilic, not really expecting her to understand, but he still wanted to be courteous. In fact, even though he wasn't normally into Argonians, she might have been someone he would flirt with for fun. With how sensitive the situation was however, he was hesitant to do so just yet. Oh, what would be the harm? It's not as if I'm even allowed to bed anyone these day. He thought, extending his hand intending to kiss the back of her hand if she would allow it, or even know the gesture.
Of the villagers who weren't giving undivided attention to Fendros, there were a number who were staring at Lorag, particularly his jutting teeth. One young Argonian man in a loincloth with orange and green scales shuffled near to Meesei while looking at Lorag. "Your friend, Lorag, er... what is he? He has elf ears, but he is green and has boar's teeth." He asked. His tone showed more curiosity than maliciousness. They might have never seen an Orc before, being so far from any Orismer strongholds and too young to have seen any legionnaires.
Sabine didn't even glance up this time. Even with her brief moment speaking up, she was just as shy as ever.
Before the situation got awkward to the point of raising tension again, Fendros looked to one side and the other. Sabine was hesitating again and probably wasn't going to answer, so he might as well begin the introductions. He took one step forward, prompting some discomfort from the hunters for a moment. "Greetings, Reanaseer. My name is Fendros. I know little Jel." He attempted to say in Jel, but still sounded somewhere between asthmatic and suffering from a lisp. He glanced at Sabine, then looked to Reanaseer again. "Her name is Sabine. She does... little... talk." He wanted to elaborate, so he switched back to Cyrodilic, "I'm sorry, I don't have all the words. I am a hunter and a fighter from Cyrodiil. Sabine is shy, but she is an alchemist from Morrowind. A good one too." He looked back at the rest of the pack, "I'll let everyone else introduce themselves."
The next one to speak was Janius. "My name is Janius. I am also a hunter and a fighter from Cyrodiil. Sabine is like a sister to us, thank you for agreeing to help her." Even though Janius doubted it, he wondered whether Reanaseer's nose was keen enough to pick up on their lycanthropy. If it was, then telling them the pack were mostly hunters and fighters would probably confirm her suspicions. Letting in outsiders was one thing, but letting in lycans would be a much harder sell.
Before the situation got awkward to the point of raising tension again, Fendros looked to one side and the other. Sabine was hesitating again and probably wasn't going to answer, so he might as well begin the introductions. He took one step forward, prompting some discomfort from the hunters for a moment. "Greetings, Reanaseer. My name is Fendros. I know little Jel." He attempted to say in Jel, but still sounded somewhere between asthmatic and suffering from a lisp. He glanced at Sabine, then looked to Reanaseer again. "Her name is Sabine. She does... little... talk." He wanted to elaborate, so he switched back to Cyrodilic, "I'm sorry, I don't have all the words. I am a hunter and a fighter from Cyrodiil. Sabine is shy, but she is an alchemist from Morrowind. A good one too." He looked back at the rest of the pack, "I'll let everyone else introduce themselves."
The next one to speak was Janius. "My name is Janius. I am also a hunter and a fighter from Cyrodiil. Sabine is like a sister to us, thank you for agreeing to help her." Even though Janius doubted it, he wondered whether Reanaseer's nose was keen enough to pick up on their lycanthropy. If it was, then telling them the pack were mostly hunters and fighters would probably confirm her suspicions. Letting in outsiders was one thing, but letting in lycans would be a much harder sell.
Sabine slowly raised her head to look at the treeminder once she realised that he was referring to her. Being faced again with deciding whether she wanted to go through with the ritual made her hesitate. The anxiety began to build up again and she was paralyzed in place. She just felt like running out of sight, curling up under her cloak and crying. In desperation, she looked up at Meesei's face and saw her with an expecting look. Sabine's mind became so clouded that she couldn't even rationalise the situation. Thankfully her racing thoughts rolled across what Ariel had said before they parted ways.
You have a wonderful family. You don't ever need to be afraid with them around.
It wasn't much, but it was enough to gain the confidence she needed. The pack were there, Meesei knew what she was doing, there was nothing that could go horribly wrong, and if she were to truly face her fears, she would let it be here rather than bottling them up for the rest of her life. She faced Thorantilth, took a breath through her nose and nodded affirmatively.
Even though the treeminder was fairly open minded as well, Fendros wasn't thrilled to hear that they would be staying for a few days. In an ideal situation, he would be able to interact with the tribe and perhaps gain enough of their trust to not feel as though a spear was going to find his neck if he so much as breathed incorrectly. Unfortunately, not only was this a tribe of Argonians scarred by Dunmer slavers from generations ago, Fendros' Jel was hardly up to scratch.
You have a wonderful family. You don't ever need to be afraid with them around.
It wasn't much, but it was enough to gain the confidence she needed. The pack were there, Meesei knew what she was doing, there was nothing that could go horribly wrong, and if she were to truly face her fears, she would let it be here rather than bottling them up for the rest of her life. She faced Thorantilth, took a breath through her nose and nodded affirmatively.
Even though the treeminder was fairly open minded as well, Fendros wasn't thrilled to hear that they would be staying for a few days. In an ideal situation, he would be able to interact with the tribe and perhaps gain enough of their trust to not feel as though a spear was going to find his neck if he so much as breathed incorrectly. Unfortunately, not only was this a tribe of Argonians scarred by Dunmer slavers from generations ago, Fendros' Jel was hardly up to scratch.
Janius kept an eye on the elder as she paced around them. He wasn't convinced that her blindness was hindering her ability to scrutinise the pack in the slightest. It was uncanny. In fact he felt as if she was sensing his thoughts with that nose of hers.
The elder introduced herself, as well as mentioned the name of the master hunter. Her explanation was understandable and her Cyrodilic was surprisingly fluent. Fendros wasn't sure whether the tone of her last sentence was meant to be humorous or serious, but it relaxed the tension somewhat. With her introduction, the question of whether the pack should introduce themselves became somewhat ambiguous. Still, he decided to let Meesei do the talking.
"We do not want to hurt you." The pack turned in surprise to hear Sabine speak. She was still hunched and only managed glances at Reanaseer, but the pack only hoped that the elder would have picked up the sincerity in Sabine's tone.
The elder introduced herself, as well as mentioned the name of the master hunter. Her explanation was understandable and her Cyrodilic was surprisingly fluent. Fendros wasn't sure whether the tone of her last sentence was meant to be humorous or serious, but it relaxed the tension somewhat. With her introduction, the question of whether the pack should introduce themselves became somewhat ambiguous. Still, he decided to let Meesei do the talking.
"We do not want to hurt you." The pack turned in surprise to hear Sabine speak. She was still hunched and only managed glances at Reanaseer, but the pack only hoped that the elder would have picked up the sincerity in Sabine's tone.
When the elder emerged, it didn't do much to diminish the tension as far as the pack could perceive. The Argonian crone certainly had a few harsh words for the master hunter, but Fendros only picked up a few of them. Not enough to gather the context. The elder appeared to be more patient and polite, but her presence was an ominous one. Neither Fendros, Sabine, or Janius had ever seen such an old Argonian.
Even though they had been officially welcomed, nothing else happened to make the pack feel any safer. Fendros opted to do nothing and let Meesei do the talking. Janius was curious as to what slur he had just been referred to by, but kept his curiosity to himself for now. Instead, he hazarded a question quietly to Meesei in an effort to lower the tension, "Shall we introduce ourselves?"
Fendros nudged Janius on the arm in caution. "Wait for the treeminder," he murmured.
Even though they had been officially welcomed, nothing else happened to make the pack feel any safer. Fendros opted to do nothing and let Meesei do the talking. Janius was curious as to what slur he had just been referred to by, but kept his curiosity to himself for now. Instead, he hazarded a question quietly to Meesei in an effort to lower the tension, "Shall we introduce ourselves?"
Fendros nudged Janius on the arm in caution. "Wait for the treeminder," he murmured.
Never mind that other town. Fendros truly felt a universal feeling of distrust in the eyes of all of the Argonians gathered around them. It felt as if they were pushing him out of the village by just their force of will. Fendros felt as if he should have asked Meesei beforehand exactly how long the ritual would take, as each second only seemed to make him more nervous here.
Janius was too busy returning the stare of the master hunter to regard the rest of the tribe. He wondered what it was exactly that made the man so fixated on him with that 'don't try anything' glare. It put Janius enough on edge that he was tempted to speak up, but he decided against it in this situation. I don't know this Argonian, does he know me? Impossible, he must just not like Imperials, Janius thought to himself as he tried to recognise any of his bone ornaments as made from humanoids.
During their wait, Sabine stood hunched and silent, but seemed to be hiding her anxiety behind a kind of focus now. She felt the sense of danger from the rest of her pack, and it made a good distraction for now. Still, these people seemed to be about as wary as the pack was, she trusted Meesei's words in that they wouldn't be harmed as long as they stayed peaceful and respectful. Her thoughts went to what the tribesfolk could be thinking and she understood their fear. The pack was probably the strangest thing they had ever seen.
Janius was too busy returning the stare of the master hunter to regard the rest of the tribe. He wondered what it was exactly that made the man so fixated on him with that 'don't try anything' glare. It put Janius enough on edge that he was tempted to speak up, but he decided against it in this situation. I don't know this Argonian, does he know me? Impossible, he must just not like Imperials, Janius thought to himself as he tried to recognise any of his bone ornaments as made from humanoids.
During their wait, Sabine stood hunched and silent, but seemed to be hiding her anxiety behind a kind of focus now. She felt the sense of danger from the rest of her pack, and it made a good distraction for now. Still, these people seemed to be about as wary as the pack was, she trusted Meesei's words in that they wouldn't be harmed as long as they stayed peaceful and respectful. Her thoughts went to what the tribesfolk could be thinking and she understood their fear. The pack was probably the strangest thing they had ever seen.
All of Janius, Sabine and Fendros handed over all the weapons they carried without question. That they were surrounded by the tribals was not immediately intimidating, it was their deft movement in the marsh and the knowledge that they could disappear just as quickly. Even with heightened senses, their lycan forms wouldn't be effective against them if they could continue to harass them, or perhaps poison them in the process. But this was all beside the point while they were not trying to fight them. They just needed access to the village. To the Hist and its treeminder.
Fendros was quietly cautious about the tribal Argonians. These were the people he had been warned about as a child. Savage and ghostly in the marsh. At this point he doubted that they were all base and savage creatures with an intelligent only worth enslaving as his father had said, but that didn't mean that they weren't prepared to defend themselves. As they began to be escorted to the village, Fendros looked around to the warriors and asked Meesei cautiously in Cyrodilic, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Fendros was quietly cautious about the tribal Argonians. These were the people he had been warned about as a child. Savage and ghostly in the marsh. At this point he doubted that they were all base and savage creatures with an intelligent only worth enslaving as his father had said, but that didn't mean that they weren't prepared to defend themselves. As they began to be escorted to the village, Fendros looked around to the warriors and asked Meesei cautiously in Cyrodilic, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Hmm sleepy. It's nearing 1:30 AM here. I think imma go to bed now.
Inspecting the building once over gave Ilario some comfort, even if he didn't have time to go over every nook and cranny. Of all the fittings mentioned by Hawk's note, Ilario found nothing to be absent, apart from a slightly lower vial of venom than he was expecting in the lab. Eavesdropping on Solomon's mobile arsenal solved that mystery. There were also a few features that Ilario discovered for himself, though he was unsure whether he should have felt surprised at their existence: A reinforced door near the alchemy lab that reminded Ilario of a ship's magazine room; metal-lined, dry as a bone, full of explosive susbstances. A two-way mirror in the bar's backroom with a vent for sound to travel through -a fantastic tool for snooping-. A ring that opened a trap door in an unassuming closet, one that Ilario supposed was a secret hiding place, entrance, or exit, but couldn't follow for the darkness. At least he didn't discern any tricks in the bedrooms that he had the time to inspect.
Ilario was sure that there were many other surprises to be discovered had he the time or the inclination, but if he were to be at his best tomorrow, he could lose absolutely no more sleep tonight. He bid the remaining team members in the main room a cordial goodnight before making his way to the vacant room at the end, that shared only one wall with another bedroom.
Ilario was sure that there were many other surprises to be discovered had he the time or the inclination, but if he were to be at his best tomorrow, he could lose absolutely no more sleep tonight. He bid the remaining team members in the main room a cordial goodnight before making his way to the vacant room at the end, that shared only one wall with another bedroom.
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