Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20140102180852

When Makoru next awoke, the desert sun was just peering over the sand dunes, and the sky was the spectacular colors of red and orange that accompanied the sunrise. He stretched his arms and looked about. They were getting closer to his destination, he knew that much. He turned his attention back to the carriage to find most of the occupants had already left, as only four people remained on the carriage.

"Ah, you are awake. Does that mean you have decided to trust me with this great 'secret' of yours?" the Khajiit smiled.

"Not yet," Makoru yawned. "Have we passed by the city of Gilane by chance?"

"Gilane? I don't think so. We left the city of Sentinel only an hour ago, and we are still traveling to the south," Manjur answered, narrowing his eyes and giving Makoru a quick once-over.

"Then if you could wake me when we arrive, that would be much obliged. Until then--"

"You are hiding something important. We may be strangers to one another, but if the people of Hammerfell were to learn that an exile was in their midst, I would imagine it would make your job a lot harder than it needs to be."

Makoru shifted uncomfortably. Even if Manjur was a complete stranger and they never spoke to each other again, the Khajiit could easily get him arrested. "Fine. But first, I have a question for you. Who now rules the city of Gilane?"

"He is a powerful Forebear mage... what was his name... Sarjaa? What does it matter?"

"For someone in my position, it matters greatly. In the time of the Great War, my father used to control the city of Gilane. That was our home, and it was a great city until the Aldmeri Dominion stormed the gates. It got worse when they won the war, and there were whispers of rebellion in the bars and alleys. It sounded promising, considering how much we all hated the elves, but... I got a little too involved. I lead a small raid against a Thalmor outpost near Skaven. The Thalmor killed my father as a result. And just to rub it in, they decided to frame my brother and I, and so we were forced to flee from Hammerfell," he explained bitterly, not revealing anything about the last seven years. "And that's my sad story. Happy?"

Manjur had nothing to say to that, and so Makoru leaned back against the side of the carriage and drifted off, the images of the roaring flames still fresh in his mind.

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