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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
xxx
P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
Michael Leunig. The Curly Pyjama Letters.

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Mention of the hunters did mar Gallus' mirth for a few seconds. He nodded in agreement of its necessity with every indication that he felt a similar way.

Gallus tilted his head to one side and nodded. "I'm impressed. It sounds like you're doing well on that front, at least." He chuckled. "I apologised in advance for father, didn't I? If not, I apologise now. As for Darahil, don't worry, he has emotions. Like..." Gallus lifted his eyes to the ceiling and placed a finger on his other hand. "Anger, disdain..." Gallus froze for several seconds. In his thought, he couldn't produce anything further than an open-mouthed hum.

"Actually, that's all I have seen him express. Oh! I once saw him smile. That was..." Gallus shuddered. "That was a strange experience." Gallus lifted his lips and moved past the topic. "Anyway, I can't say I've met Ariel's husband yet. Friendly as far as I've heard."

Lifting up his drink, Gallus took another leisurely swig while holding up one finger. "On that note," he said as soon as he swallowed. His mug hit the table while he held his head forward mischievously. "Anyone caught your eye?"

The question was as much a tease as it was genuine.
Gallus leaned back and slowly twirled his mug on the table while he listened. He gave Ri'vashi a sympathetic smile. "Being on the back foot on the field again is certainly frightening. Even if most of us are no strangers to geurilla warfare, keeping spirits up is something I've had to do with quite a few people these days."

Pausing for a sip, Gallus leaned forward and crossed his arms on the table. "Look, I don't know how I could make this any easier. I do reckon that we'll be able to get out of this bind somehow. Nothing gets past you, and something will soon try that'll turn the tables again." He smirked. "Anyway, you can talk about war all you like with other officers. Take some time to think about something else." He leaned back again. "How have other things been going in your life? Have you got to know the other council members any better? I'd hate to think that I'm still one of your only friends in this place."
Gallus tapped Ri'vashi on her cheek. "That's the spirit!" He pushed off the chair and patiently waited for her to finish packing up. "Nothing special, just heading to the dining chamber -- or, it's more of a common room now that most people have safe spots to cook these days. Just a catch up and a chat, no strings attached."

When Ri'vashi was eventually ready to leave, the pair proceeded to the hall that served a similar purpose to the dining chamber in the Bruma clanhome. Much of the food rations were laid out here to be handed out and there were rows of tables, seats, and fire pits to proceed with them. Most of the Blackreach clan still prepared and ate their meals here with their packs by habit. Though, many packs were constructing their own fire pits nearer to their quarters in the extra space that the city provided.

At the door, Gallus turned around and raised a hand to stop Ri'vashi. "Now, some of these folks have been to the bottom of a few cups by now. Just tell them to shove off if they annoy you, alright?" Gallus smiled and turned to continue without elaborating.

After Gallus collected a mug of ale and allowed Ri'vashi to find a drink of her choice, he lead her past a table of his friends from various places around the clan, including Uthri. Notably, very few of them were soldiers, making the reaction to Ri'vashi similar to Gallus himself; a small collective cheer of their names, raising mugs of home made ale, and a quick resuming of their previous conversations. Gallus gave a wave and a greeting. None of them except one or two looked nervous at having Ri'vashi near, but none seemed especially interested in engaging Ri'vashi or Gallus right now.

Instead of pushing the usually less-than-social Ri'vashi into the deep end, Gallus lead her to the end of a different table where the two could sit without being interrupted. "So, how have you been lately? I don't imagine your role tends to get any less stressful these days."
I keep trying to start a post. Things keep on damn-well coming up! First my supervisor needs be to do some survey data coding for him over the weekend, then people start replying to my messages I sent about house inspections, then I have to prepare for an upcoming GURPS game, and then I find out I'm the one cooking dinner tonight! I wonder what's next!? Moving out sooner than I thought!?!

It's annoying, too, because I recently actually worked out what I wanted to do for the next Minus post.
Gallus let Ri'vashi speak as he looked on, regarding her with his head held forward, his eyes raised sceptically, and his lips in a small smirk. He waited until the word 'few' was spoken and pointed his finger again. "A 'few' more things, hm? There's your problem. You're not going to send out a messenger this late and a 'few' more things are things that can be done in the morning. You know what shouldn't be done in the morning?" He stepped up and leaned his hands on the back of Ri'vashi's seat. "Winding down and having a drink." He grinned. "Come now, you'll regret it if you miss out. Think of it as humble me looking out for your wellbeing."



Tzirret found a candle and crept to a spot in his pack's rooms, unused as they were during the middle of the day. Ma'tanza's voice made him frantically look around in shock, trying to find its source, but it was obvious after a moment that it was the scroll. At that, Tzirret couldn't help but spread a wide smile.

Ma'tanza's voice was just as he remembered it. He could close his eyes and visualise himself back in the Orcrest clanhome with her opposite him across the table. It was so nice to hear her voice again.

He opened his eyes when the message ended and looked at the scroll. He had sunken into a daze focussing on Ma'tanza's voice, and by the end of the message, he felt a pang in his eyes that almost turned into tears. "Goodbye," he murmured to the paper as if Ma'tanza could hear. He missed her so much.

Reality hit him as he blinked and looked left and right. He had no idea that an enchantment existed to record someone's voice in a scroll. He stood up from his seat and went immediately to find an enchanter -- probably Sabine -- to help him do something similar. The things he would say rolled through his head as he walked; he wanted to talk about the progress he had made in learning restoration magic, he wanted to wish Ma'tanza and her clan good luck on the journey to their new home. All these things, without the premonition that he would freeze up under the pressure of the limited time that soul gems offered such an enchantment.

Letters and scrolls combined were better, he eventually concluded after sorting out his reply. It meant that he could write down what he wanted to say beforehand and read it off, as well as re-read anything that was sent back without worrying about it losing its charge.
Righteo, so I only intend to write out one sent letter from Tzirret, you don't need to do more than one from Ma'tanza either. It's just a short progress update. The scene with Ri'vashi and Gallus might last a little longer depending on Ri'vashi's behaviour, but Gallus isn't going to let her brush him off so easily and she is very likely to know it.
Feet and chairs shuffled and scraped on the stony floor as the meeting adjourned. The movement included Ariel and Sabine, though they were interrupted.

Ariel raised her brow at the question and looked to Sabine. Sabine twisted her mouth and looked at Sparks for a few seconds before turning a smile up at Brenann. "Yes," she said cheerfully. "We do not work far apart in the scholar's compound. Come for some blood when you need it."

"Oh dear," Ariel breathed with an uneasy smile.



Some weeks passed where the clan's new additions settled in.

Ariel was swiftly made busy for most of the day every day. More so even than her shop. While her contributions to understanding how the soul tearing gas could have been made up were an immediately invaluable addition, her busy schedule kept her away from Rukeewei much of the time. To keep him occupied rather than shut away all day, Ariel spoke to Sabine, who spoke to Fendros and Janius, who eventually tried to find an occupation for Rukeewei with the clan's farming and food processing. Thankfully, with the lack of bloodshed or desperate times, there were no humanoid meats that Rukeewei could be made aware of. Not only that, but the less-than-sanitary food handling practices were easier to swallow for an iron-stomached Argonian such as him.

As quickly as that, the pack's life settled back into the clan. Sabine and Peiter's interactions were cordial and awkward at first, but they eventually settled back into the habits of their previous friendship with the rest of their group.



A few weeks after his talk with Ri'vashi in the training room, Gallus' feelings regarding his expedition had gone from difficult to managed. He doubted that he would ever live down that day, but coming to terms with his failures had required the contrast Ri'vashi had presented. He had to keep moving forward with what he had and that was what he did.

In light of the relative recovery, the tides had turned once again to how they were. He stepped into Ri'vashi's chambers after a knock, knowing full well that she was reading scouting reports like she did this time every week.

Gallus greeted Ri'vashi with a tight-lipped smile, crossed his arms, and leaned against the door frame. "Ri'vashi, this is an intervention," he said. "You have been working without balance this week. You've been taking on all these extra jobs since we took Alftand that are long overdue to be delegated, you've consistently been working late, not even your khajiit features can hide the stress gathering around your eyes, and its getting dangerously close to what most would call the end of the week." Gallus pointed a finger at her, "You-" The same hand pointed a thumb at his chest, "And me-" his finger pointed to the open door. "...Are going to get a drink."



Tzirret's life before his journey to Elsweyr was a distant memory at this point. The courage he had gained had won him some new friends when he reunited with the clan. As Peiter and his friendship group were edging into adulthood, it was natural that he would look for those closer to his age. It was almost as difficult as when he had met new friends in the Senchal clan, though not quite as much.

What hadn't changed from when he returned was the flow of letters. He had penned one a few weeks ago that read as follows, showing marked improvement in his writing skills just by the practice over time.

Dear Ma'tanza,
The champion's pack returned safely today with Sabine's older sister Ariel. They say that Ariel will be helping to find the antidote to the gas and she has been helping a lot. Khajiit wishes he could meet her but she works all day and he does not want to disturb important work. Peiter and Sabine seem okay with not being together anymore but Tzirret thinks Peiter does not know how to act around her anymore. Sabine might be the same but she is hard to read sometimes. Tzirret is mostly afraid of her new pet. She named it
daisy of all things. It is not like a daisy at all. It is cold and spiky and strange! Anyway, like he said in Tzirret's last letter Gallus has been sad since he came back but tried to hide it. Tzirret does not blame him - I wrote what happened to you. Recently though Ri'vashi spoke to Gallus and he has been feeling better. Gallus did not say exactly what she said, only that he got perspective or something, whatever that means. Tzirret is glad that Gallus has friends that are not in his pack like that as we could not get past his pride. Uthri has been well. She has been going on more scouting missions now that Gallus is feeling better. She says this place gets bigger every time she goes out there. It is amazing but Tzirret wonders how it doesn't cave in. At least it is beginning to feel like home again. In fact Darahil worked out how to melt the ice that was stopping some dwemer pipes and now we have water for baths! It is not as big or clean as the big bath chamber in Bruma but Tzirret was getting sick of drawing water every time he wanted to wash himself. There are no clean places to swim where we live. Tzirret wishes Ma'tanza could visit. The things here are not like anything Khajiit has ever seen and he is frustrated that he cannot tell you more! The orders to keep our home secret make it impossible. Tzirret knows that he has said so before but new things keep appearing! If there is anything that I wish you would not have to see, Tzirret supposes that it is the chaurus. Some Bosmeri clanspeople have been taming them and Tzirret saw one walking through the street. They are like short centipedes except the size of large dogs. Anyway, Tzirret is glad to hear that you managed to cast that spell you were working hard on. Congratulation! Even if she said she was frustrated, Tzirret knew that Ma'tanza had the talent. He also hopes that Mi'basa's first transformation is not too bad for him. He probably would have done so by the time Tzirret's letter reaches you. Give Mi'basa Tzirret's best wishes. Even if it is quiet over there in Elsweyr Tzirret still loves to read Ma'tanza's letters. Even if it is just to say hello. He would speak more but Khajiit is running out of space on paper again. He thinks about you every day. Missing you...
Love from, Tzirret


Tzirret had a spring in his step as he proceeded to the latest mail run from Winterhold. The Nord man sorting through the contents of the sack of letters recognised Tzirret's approach and gave him a grin. Tzirret's tail curled side to side in anticipation when he received the paper with his name on it. It still had a faint trace of the jungle in its scent.
Darahil remained still as ever, though his response was swift. "If they begin to make cocoons, it would be prudent to put them back into captivity until we can learn more about these 'hunters.'"

Vera nodded. "I agree. While they may be tame before changing, we should learn more about how they behave before allowing a flying chaurus near the city." Vera gave a small smile in consolidation. "The other roles they can take in the meantime sound quite useful. Your work is valuable as always, Paralain."

Ariel sat with pursed lips at the latest topic. She had been shown the chaurus pens on her tour yesterday, and though she had curiosity then, the chaurus were as interesting as they were terrifying. One had pierced a pig skull with its pincers in front of her eyes and dissolved it partly with its acid. The sight and smell was not soon one she would forget, much less the mental image of a larger one with wings.
Members of the council exchanged glances after Paralain's request. Vera spoke through the collective hesitation. "With the reports you have been giving us up until this point, Paralain, I would not be wholly against letting one trained and guarded chaurus into the city. However, it stands that they are dangerous creatures and their venom has caused permanent scars on some of our scouts and soldiers. We would need your guarantee that you have taken all reasonable measures to keep this trial safe."

"I have a question as well," Darahil interjected before Paralain could respond. "The chaurus eggs have been most valuable. That supply alone is a reason to pursue domestication. However, which roles have you been pursuing with training them? A military application would be useful, of course, but I do not imagine that being simple. Using them as beasts of burden may save us using fickle horses in these dangerous caves and the chaurus are more suited to this habitat. Do you know how soon it would be to put them to work, if at all possible?"
Vera leaned forward, reserved. "That is good news for more than just more automatons. For all the room to manoeuvre in the cavern, I think everyone would feel safer with a second escape route to the surface." She weaved her hands together on the table. "Not to mention, access to the coast may make importing larger goods more feasible. Greater things can be smuggled on ships than on patrolled roads."

While the discussions went on, Sabine's continuing interactions with the Dwemer spider gave Ariel enough curiosity to carefully reach and touch it herself. It was strange how still it stood without orders.

Oswall gave a few words as well. "Keep it up. Whatever advantage we can get on the field to make up for the weapons the enemy uses is valuable."
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