Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140928161954/@comment-11457306-20141001011049

Brihanna was encouraged that the Bosmer did not immediately pull a dagger. She cleared her throat, wishing that the others were not there, but then deciding it was a good thing.

"I came to apologize.  I was rude and confrontational," she said in Daria's words. "I--well...it is true that we were considering leaving, but it is not because our feelings are hurt or we want gourmet food served hourly.  We...well, at least I, am worried about getting the job done under the circumstances.  Truly I did not think about the fact that resources would be so limited.  We'll make do.  We'll take what we need from the Aldmerii.

But the thing that worries me most, Valuril, is that you and your people here," she gestured to the Bosmeri watching with interest, some with sneers on their faces, still, "might not have our backs. I don't care what you think of us. Yeah, we're outlanders, Snowbacks, Cats and what have you--but we're here to help. You are paying us, but we did not have to answer the call. This is not going to be easy--a rag-tag army against the well organized and polished forces of the Dominion. Many of us will die, yourselves included. The Empire couldn't put them down, but that is exactly what you are trying to do. It's a daunting task. So we need to be on the same side here. I'm sure it grates on all of you that you have to ask for help--you have your pride. We Nords understand that all too well. We hate to ask for help too. But you've done it and we have answered the call. Just tell me that you'll have our backs. All of us. 'Cause if you don't, we're dead where we stand and we might as well pack it up and go home."

Brihanna's face was red and hot with embarrassment. She had never spoken so much in front of a large group before. She felt as if every eye was boring a hole right through her.