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Orokzol
"The Strong One"
-male-23-orc-
tags: Dancer

The warmth hit Orok with almost a biting feeling to his bare chest and cheeks as he stopped by the door and looked around. The woman behind the counter turned around and looked at him with a welcoming smile and offered him a seat by the counter beside a pretty tired, but pretty, looking argonian female. He stretched his neck to the side so it made a snapping sound before he made his way to the counter and sat down with a huff, looking at the lady before him.
"You got some good mead?" he asked and waited for the lady to bring what she got. He couldn't help but glance over at the argonian, looking at the bloodsoaked shirt and watching as she eagerly ate her soup that she probably had been dying to get. And as the silent one he was, he decided to not say anything but stare at his bottle of mead.

M'jhera Faal Dilos
"The Deadly One"
-male-30-khajiit-
tags: Shade

It stung like a dagger in M'jhera as he heard the elf list everyone who had died. He came back to Skyrim right after the incident with the Falkreath Sanctuary but didn't have much time to visit it. He sighed again and looked up at the female, trying to explain why she didn't know him.
"I was a member before Astrid was in charge, she.. I was there when she stood up to be head of the family but I left not long after. That's why you haven't seen my face before" his thundering voice echoed as he rolled his shoulders and tried to see if he could remember the way to the door.
"Although you may not be many, I'd like to see Nazir and Babette again" he said, his eyes smiling as the rest of his face didn't move from his usual angry expression.

[Durnehviir]

Shade \\ F \\ 23 \\ Dark elf \\ Tags: M'jhera
Shade sighed slightly before stopping at the base of a mountain where several silvery rocks were scattered. She dismounted Excalibur and touched his mane before looking to the Khajiit. Even though she was female and was used to being smaller then most but the male towered over her- literally. She swallowed slightly. "I had become a member when Astrid was leader. She was the one who recruited me becuase I killed Grelod the Kind; the orphanage owner." Shade laughed slightly as she remembered the incident. "The door is right this way." Shade said calmly as she walked with her bow on her back and her blade at her left hip.

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M'jhera Faal Dilos
"The Deadly One"
-male-30-khajiit-
tags: Shade

"I heard some guards in Riften talk about it and that Arentino kid, was it?" he asked while following the female, long and heavy steps. He looked around and took inn the surroundings while walking, he was always one to appriciate the beauties of nature although it didn't seem like it. He also felt surprisingly relaxed around this dark elf, but it was mostly because she was from the Dark Brotherhood. And all members of his family there where trustworthy. Well, at least most of them.

[Durnehviir]

Shade \\ F \\ 23 \\ Dark elf \\ Tags: M'jhera
She laughed at his question; clearly remembering the day it happened. "Ah, it was. But his payment was a bit..dull." The dark elf said with a greedy tone. "I almost killed the boy as I had much rather preferred coin instead of some inherited family plate.. but he was just a boy so I spared his life." Shade said with a slight chuckle. "The bigger the coin pouch the better." She said with a shrug before opening the door to the sanctuary and walking inside. Taking a deep breath and relaxing as she could hear Nazir and Babette having their usual boring banter. "How about yourself? Just an assassin? Or a thief as well?" She said with a grin before continuing to walk.

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|| Dances-With-Jewels - Female - 36 - Argonian || Location; Candlehearth Hall - Mood; Intrigued - Tags; Orokzol ||
Shifting a bit when the orc sat alongside her, curious reptilian eyes turned to skinny slits, watching the innkeeper fetch the orc his drink. As she returned, Dancer licked soup from her teeth and gazed to the bottle of mead, something she didn't have a taste for, before bringing her eyes back to her own food. "The mead's bitter here." She spoke, initiating a conversation with the muscular man who had glanced at her shirt. "But it does it's job well, I suppose." She finished with a sharp argonian accent, holding her soup under her jaws and allowing the steam to warm her face. As the wisps wrapped around her nose, she offered a small smile filled with sharpened teeth, still gazing to the counter when she spoke once more. "Without good mead, what would bring an orc like you to Windhelm, of all places to be?" The woman could've asked herself the same question, never having been one for the city and its rather insulting way of handling guests that were not of their own descent.

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M'jhera Faal Dilos
"The Deadly One"
-male-30-khajiit-
tags: Shade

When I was a member, I was a lot smaller then I am now so I was quite the affective theif. I was part of Thieves Guild before coming here so I knew the basics but I had never killed anyone before I was set to work on contracts. I was 12 at that point but it came quite natural to me" he answered as he walked into the sanctuary, taking a deep breath as he heard familiar voices further inn. He walked up to them and cleared his throat, giving a nod to their surprised faces as Nazir and Babette saw their long lost brother again.

Orokzol
"The Strong One"
-male-23-orc-
tags: Dancer

Orok turned to look at the argonian as she spoke her opinion on the mead, which he could agree on. Her question seemed like something he could ask her, but he didn't really know what to answer himself.
"That is a good question. But desperate times leads to desperate measures, even when it means trying to buy armor in the most hateful city in Skyrim" he said in an almost bitter tone, taking a long sip of the mead before looking back at the argonian.
"What of yourself? Looks like you've been through a beating" he said, pointing out her pretty beat up look.

[Durnehviir]

Shade \\ F \\ 23 \\ Dark elf \\ Tags: M'jhera
Shade nodded. "A fellow thief, and assassin. I havnt met one in a while." She said with a smile. Nazir and Babette were pretty surprised to the see the male. Shade almost face palmed herself before she turned to the tall khajiit. "I deeply apologize.. I suppose after so many years of being apart of such factions that my manners seem to have left me. I am Shade." The elf tried to say as calmly as possible. A snicker came from Babette's mouth before Shade scolded her silently.

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M'jhera Faal Dilos
"The Deadly One"
-male-30-khajiit-
tags: Shade

After recieving a hug from Nazir and ruffing Babette's hair, he looked up at the dark elf with an actual smile. His blue eyes shimmered more now as the expression showed on his face. He was genuinly happy to be a place he felt safe for once, a place he knew people didn't hunt him down for his head.
"Pleasure to meet you Shade, I'm M'jhera" he said with a small nod, unsure if she knew about his nickname that went along in Skyrim in common tongue and Thu'um.

[Durnehviir]

Shade \\ F \\ 23 \\ Dark elf \\ Tags: M'jhera
The elf smiled before her eyes lit up as if a light bulb had just been lit. "Well I'll be dammed." Shade started to say as she relaxed her face into one of more respect or just a casual look. Either way was typical. "You're the 'Deadly One' aren't you?" Shade said with a slight chuckle as she placed her hands on her hips. "Of course you are. Your face is plastered all over Skyrim, but I remove the posters whenever I seen them. Can't have a friend rotting in jail now can we?" The elf said with a grin. "I never thought I'd actually meet you." Shade said with some jealousy.

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|| Dances-With-Jewels - Female - 36 - Argonian || Location; Candlehearth Hall - Mood; Content - Tags; Orokzol ||
Sipping the last of her soup, the argonian chuckled at his response, feathered crest quivering with amusement. "Ah, I see, I see." Acknowledging his response, she shifted in her seat to face the orc, swirling the soup bowl around in her hands. She nearly made a snarky remark about just making it himself, but she supposed that not everyone in Skyrim could be a blacksmith, so the mischievous look in her smile faded away with the thought. "Some thugs thought they could steal my ore." She began, shaking her head. "Caught me off guard and without my armor, but a mace to the jaw will put some sense into almost anyone!" The reptilian lady gave a laugh, the wounds on her chest stinging at the rapid chest movement. That certainly wasn't the whole story, but no warrior would willingly tell of the part where they got pinned to the ground with a sword to their belly.