Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140312014600/@comment-11457306-20140314002126

"I see we are of like mind, assuming you speak the truth, Dralnach," said Daria. "If there is an object of power behind that Vault door, for good or for evil, it is better in our hands than in Lex's.  For once in his hands, he has no need of us or any of his cronies, not to mention the fact that he can use it to destroy us.

As for protecting me or anyone else, since when does a Forsworn care for the safety of anyone except his fellows? I know that I am lower than the dirt on the soles of your boots to you, for I am Nord. I represent all you hate."

When Dralnach bristled and put his hand on his blade, she stepped closer to him, looking up into his eyes. "I am no threat to you, Dralnach, nor do I care what or who you are.  Your people have the right to fight for what you believe is yours.  As do mine.  I am here because I swore an oath to a man who used me to kill his enemy with poison.  He did nothing to save me.  I spent ten long years in prison and I care for nothing except returning to Skyrim.  Now, here on the edge of freedom, I am trapped again.  I will do anything--anything at all--to get out of this.  I don't need your guarantee of safety.  I only want that one chance to get off this deathtrap.

I will go and get the key. Wait here."

Daria turned to the rail, dropped her fur and pack and dove over the side into the water.