Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140811160952/@comment-5583506-20140812205608

Varg squinted his eyes to see the ashlander camp in the horizon. "That's the shithole we are going to?" he shrugged. "And here I was thinking you would be taking me somewhere fancy."

The Dunmer leader smacked him over the head again. "Mind your tongue, n'wah! That's my home!"

Varg smiled mockingly. "I can see where you got your looks from..."

The Dunmer responded with a punch to the face. "Enough! One more word from you and I will cut you open here and now, Nord! It will spare my father the position as a judge at your trial."

Varg kept quiet, but really wanted to teach this Dunmer a valuable lesson.

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"So, you have the gifts of truesight and dreaming too?" asked Mara.

"Aye", said Ulvena. "But I am no half blood. I inherited these gifts from my mother who was a mabrigash, a renegade wise woman or a witch if you northerners prefer."

"Are you a mabrigash?"

The old Dunmer woman laughed. "No, child. That's just what the rest of our clan mockingly call me because of who my mother was. I am simply a wise woman, and would prefer to be called as such."

"I didn't mean to offend."

"You haven't. But use the word lightly, for most of us honorable clansfolk it is still counted as an insult."

Mara then heard some sort of commotion on the outside. People were cheering and cried out words she didn't understand.

A young Dunmer girl popped her head inside the tent. "Ulvena! You've got to come and see this! The warriors have captured a prisoner in the ashlands! He is a big and angry one! He bit Draven in the shoulder just recently!"

Ulvena shrugged. "Draven certainly had it coming." She pointed at Mara. "He wanted this poor woman here dragged before trial. But tell me, child. What sort of man is this prisoner?"

"It's a Nord!" said the child almost extatic.

By the Gods, don't tell me it's Varg, prayed Mara.