Elysium - The Rose and Thorn

"Say no more, I understand." Rosea nodded, getting a good feel of what Amaya's former circumstances were like more or less. Man and Mer greed was a concept the redhead woman could understand really well. She had seen it very well in the Imperial City. Between all the criminals and gangs hidden in plain sight and even the way stores sometimes gauged prices just to make quick buck on the backs of the people. Of course it wasn't that bad in actuality, but there certainly was a degree of darkness lurking in the big capital, but then again Rosea surmised it was the same everywhere, not just in the imperial City. From her talks with Thieves Guild members she knew some of hte nonsense happening in the other big cities in the capital province of hte Empire. Crime and greed were a constant thing that never faded and she herself wasn't exactly immune from some greed, but she liked to believe she was a reasonable person if anything.

"Sounds lovely. I will have to take a few days to acclimate to the new place either way and I will be infinately thankful for any aid with food or lodging.." She agreed in a somewhat tired manner." I'm honestly wishing every night to wake up and this journey to be over with... These.. confines are making me stir crazy and I've started getting nightmares sometimes, likely from the stress." She admitted somewhat quietly, fidgeting a bit." Same with the uncertainty, in any case, even if it's the cheapest bed, I'd love to sleep in a proper room with proper walls and away from the constant ocean air. You know, they never told me what will happen to me when I arrive. For all I know they're dumping me with nary, but the rags on my back and no coin... so I suppose we'd first have to get to Balmora from Seyda Neen, so we might have to spend a few days in that village first..."

She sighed, listening to her new... friend? Yes, they could be friends, Rosea decided. Anyhow, she sighed, listening to Amaya's tales of the nature of slavery in this province." Well, good that we won't be traveling alone, but in a pair. And while I'm lacking in destruction focused spellcraft even more than my lacking understanding of restoration, I'm pretty adept at the Illusion and Mysticism schools actually... that and I learned how to fight with long and short bladed weapons very well, so... we won't be comepletely sitting ducks. Heck we might even end up freeing people if we find any of those evil slaving people on the way." With Slavery being legal, she knew they'd have to be careful if they attempt something like that, but situations were ever changing thing and Jiub had let slip that apparently in the Imperial Embassy in Vivec there was a serious slave rescuing operationg going on where they were constantly smuggling slaves out if htey make it there... How the scarred Dunmer knew about that was anybody's guess though.

"Goodie... legalized assassins." She chuckled, a bit of a crooked sound as she did." Well at least it won't be the brotherhood appearing and disembowing you in the night and possibly even vanishing you without notice never to be seen again." The Breton conceded. The Dark Brotherhood were the main assassination guild operating in Cyroldil and while her knowledgeo f what htey were like was limited to hear say, there was a certain agreement that the Dark Brotherhood were practically a fanatical zealot cult to their deity and that all tied with the assassinations somehow. She let out a chuckle and a scoff." I'm a nobody... I grew up a street urchin on the streets of the Imperial City. I'm not even a member of the Thieve's Guild... I'd be amazed if somebody ordered a hit on me, but then again you never know. I've heard of people being killed for osme really unimportant reasons, but we should be good." What would be rthe chances for somebody to order a hit on either of them and the assassins to find them?

Rosea let out a yawn, showing her growing tiredness as she now laid in her hammock. The gentle rocking of the ship made the hamock sway which was lulling the tired and hurting woman to sleep and quite well honestly." I think... I will call it a night. Sleep seems to ahve found me early tonight." THe breton commented, looking at Amaya." Apologies for leave our chat like this, but I don't think I can stay awake for much longer." She apologized. Her eyes were already drooping as she looked around." There should be bedding in the chests near any of hte hammocks or the cots. It's nothing much, but it shoudl keep you warm... g'night." She mumbled towards teh end before dropping asleep moment's later.

Amaya returned a crooked smile. "One day at a time and it will be over with.. right?" She paused, feeling the continuous rocking of the boat, the dampness that seemed to pervade everything. Even just having been here for a number of hours, she already knew that it was not something she'd every enjoy, nor probably get used to. Adding in Rosea's confinement to the hold, Amaya could very well understand the other woman's frayed nerves. "Well, I'll help you out with at least some of that uncertainty of when we arrive then." she promised. "If they do not have any plans for you.. or if you don't like those plans, I'll help you. We can spend a few days in Seyda Neen but I don't recommend staying there too long... It is a very.. utilitarian and small port, so I hear... It is likely fairly.. rough and lacking in.. much amenities." she explained. "When we get there, we can wait till you are well enough, of course, but it is not much of a place for tourists."

She smiled again, more sincerely this time. "I must admit, I was not looking forward to the idea of travelling there on my own so I will be more than glad for company.. and good company at that." she replied. "Ah, it must be fate for us to be travelling together then!" she said with a light laugh. "Illusion and Mysticism are where I am less studied.. with a decent grasp on destruction, restoration and a bit of alteration." she explained. "And just bits of all the rest." She did not get into the very odd and inexplicable magick? that had allowed her escape from her family. It had consisted of conjured water, as far as she or her aunt could guess, but she had cast no conjuration spells nor did she know of any that would conjure water. The past few weeks, since she had been well enough, she had been playing with the new powers, still trying to understand them, but it served no purpose to get into all of that now, here. "I am.. just adequate at short blades if need be.. Nothing fancy but I know how to stab." she added with a bit of a smile as she conjured up a bound magickal dagger into her hand before letting it just dissipate away, one of her very few conjuration spells she knew.

Her expression turned to a frown at the mention of freeing slaves. She had to resist the urge to check over her shoulder for anyone listening. The Imperials here would not care about speaking out against slavery, she had to remind herself. And Jiub... well, even if he were not asleep, chances were if he got along so well with Rosea, he probably was not a Dunmer to support slavery. She took a deep breath. "As much as I abhor the practice, and.. well, if we have the opportunity to free others, I would fully support it... we must be more than careful." she cautioned. "As said, the practice is legal in most places here and any disruption on our parts would be the illegal side... If caught by guards, our punishment would be.. severe at best." she clarified. "On the other hand, if the slavers themselves caught us... they would probably more likely just kill us on the spot or decide that we would be deserving of being slaves ourselves." She raised a hand to feel the bumpy scarring on her face, wincing at the still lingering pain. She turned her grey eyes up to Rosea with a deep look. Might as well come out and say it. "Slavers do not take someone freeing their slaves lightly... even if they are their own family."

Amaya winced at Rosea implying that being disembowelled in the middle of the night by assassins wasn't a danger in Dunmer lands. "Well, maybe not the Brotherhood but the Morag Tong can do just that." she answered. "And then leave your gutless body out where everyone can see it the next morning as proof. The Tong being legal does not mean that they don't exercise stealth. True they won't be arrested for doing it but... it's always easier to kill when your victim does not see you coming, I'd imagine..." She sighed. "The Tong do not generally kill for unimportant reasons, but they do sometimes kill for petty ones.. depending on who issues them the contract." she added. Her family was more than petty and her former House would more than have the connections.. She could only hope that her family was just glad to be rid of her, one way or another though.

She forced a smile. "All right then. You need the rest just as much as your voice does." she agreed. "No apologies needed, friend. We have the whole next week in which to converse. Get some sleep." she assured. She gave thanks about the bedding and a good night as she stood up, heading over to where Rosea had pointed out. Grabbing some blankets and a pillow, she moved to one of the other hammocks. She generally would have preferred a cot but on a rocking boat, it would be hard to not move around.. and the remnants of the burns that covered a majority of the left side of her torso and left arm would not really like to be rolled on in her sleep. Crawling into the hammock, she carefully positioned both the pillow and one still-folded up blanket to give her cushioning between the hammock itself and her tender wounds. Pulling a second blanket over herself as well as moving her hood to cover most of her face, she lay there quietly, waiting and dreading for sleep to take her. Rosea had complained of nightmares from the stress... what Amaya had not mentioned was her own nightmares about feeling her very flesh burn. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, Amaya fell into a very fitful sleep as well.

As of late, sleep had become an... unpleasant experience for Rosea... Well it wasn't that she couldnt' rest any. No, she often woke up well rested or at least well enough, but ever since they neared Morrowind it's been one nightmare after another. Sometimes she'd remember hazy scenes from the dreams, sometimes it would be blank. All in all... it was finally lessening some, but that by itself was probably a sign something wasn't right to those who knew to look at hte portents. There had been those who were looking out and keeping careful eye for things that related to destiny, from shores afar of hte Imperial capital, to the Morrowind cosmopolitan centers such as Vivec and Mournhold and all the way beyond the boundries of Mundus... Those in the know were aware of a brewing storm at the cusp of breaking out, but for now all that they knew was that something was happening and soon events were ggoing to be set in motion.

In Rosea's tense slumber and scattered dreams of horrors, pain and betrayal a female voice echoed, one that seemed almost familiar like from a distant memory. "...fear not for I am watchful..."

Suddenly Rosea woke up with a start, nearly falling from her hammock." Haaa...haaa... Haaa..." She breathed hard, cold sweat covering her body from head to toe, making her feel extra cold as the cool air sapped the heat out of her body via the wet cloth and wet hair clinging to her face and neck. At first she had no idea where she was...or when. Eyes and head hurt, throat iched something fierce and an almost feverish haze was looming over her mind. She coughed, trying to reach for the waterskin kept on a barrel that served as a nightstand for the hammock.One of the few thigns the guards had allowed her and Jiub to do to make themselves more comfortable. She nearly dropped the thing, but eventually through trembling hands and confused hazy mind she brought it to her lips, drinking heavily of the cool water inside, feeling her head clear justa tad.

The silence seemed to consume everything despite being on a sailing ship even the water outside their wooden walls seemed to ahve stilled and quietened. The soldiers's presence was barely of notice as they all seemed to be still and unmoving. Above on deck there were quiet sounds of boots walking, but it was so quiet it might as well be a whisper on the wind. The only proof that there wasn't some magical event to stifle time and silence was the flickering light from the nearby lantern and the breathing of her nearby companions. There were no sounds of animals, other ships or even the guards talking. This was the soul crushing silence that happened during the darkest hours of the night for weeks now. Must still be nighttime if even the birds were silent or whatever passed for birds in this strange land.

"Just a few days more... just a few days more." She mumbled to herself laying back down on the hammock and wrapping herself tightly in the blanket gradually letting the fatigue and headache lull her back into sleep, hoping that the warm blanket would keep her from getting too cold despite all the cold sweat. It wasn't like she could change clothes anyhow. One of the guards that was guardin the hold had noted her sudden awakening and mutterings, but seemed to ignore them for hte moment.

They were all a few hours away from the first rays of the sun... and for all their luck the nice held as quiet and uneventful as it had so far. Come the time Rosea woke up next, it had been already an hour past daylight. Jiub had been wide awake and seemed to be playing a game of dice with one of the guards. Breakfast had been already handed out for everybody. Simple bread and porridge with some driend meat additions flavored with some spices.

Amaya woke with a start. The dream, or more accurately, nightmare was still as fresh as day. She could still almost smell her own burning flesh, see the orange flames dancing against her face. With a small groan of pain, she eased herself up in the hammock she had been sleeping in. In the night, somehow she had moved the cushioning blanket aside and had been lying with her full weight on her injured side. Thankfully the pain was nothing like it had been at the time of the injury but.. her side and one arm still ached and throbbed. There was a reason she had donned clothing that covered the burns as minimally as possible as any friction still did hurt. Perhaps the hammock had been a bad idea... the next night she would try one of the cots instead, building up some of the extra bedding to keep her from moving around. She hoped that would work, otherwise this would be a miserable trip for the dunmeri woman.

Glancing around, she could see her other two companions were already awake. "Good morning.." she managed as she turned to sit off the side of the hammock for a moment, trying to not only get her bearings but waiting for the spike of pain to subside, whether real or made worse from remnants of the dream, she didn't know. "How did you sleep?" she asked Rosea, seeing that Jiub was well focused on his game with a guard. She didn't noticed the breakfast awaiting her until it was pointed out, still being groggy and being unfamiliar with the routines on the ship yet. Before touching the food, she grabbed a small wooden cup out of her pack, conjured water to fill it for something to drink as she didn't feel like getting up to get any. This was one of the small things she had learned that whatever the power was that she had discovered those weeks ago was capable of, conjuring small to medium amounts of water. It was useful enough. Having a drink now, she turned to the food and dug in. It was simple fare, not exactly the type of foods she was used to, but it was good enough.

She paused in her eating, looking over at Rosea. "Is it just me or is the boat's rocking.. a bit more than yesterday?" she asked. She had little experience on boats but it did feel like perhaps the waters were rougher. The light coming in from down the hall also seemed muted a bit, as if it was overcast above deck, but it was difficult to tell from here. The lanterns, though, were doing their job of keeping it lit well enough down in the hold. Deciding to push the worry of potential bad weather to the back of her mind, Amaya went back to her food, speaking between bites. "So, what was it like in the Imperial City?" she asked, remembering that the breton had mentioned growing up there, albeit as a street urchin. She was curious though what such a city was actually like. "Were there many other races there? All working together?" she added with curiosity.

Morning for Rosea started with a round of restoration magicks application to her throat oncem ore. Amaya's healing had done very good work last night, but by now it had faded and whatever inflamation or infection had set in was back with a vengeance. She very seriously hoped it was just an inflamation and not actual infection... Inflamations would likely get covered by regular healing potions, infections would require desease curatives medications or spells, neither of which were as readily available everywhere. Even in the Imperial City for such healing capabilities you needed to visit more expensive stores, healers or hope one of hte local temples offered free healing. The temples of the Divines usually offered healing for free or at least reasonable prices... Well some of them did, but she had heard the sisters at the Temple of Dibella she more or less lived at complain that temples at other places were a lot more... predatory, especially if they knew they can get away with it as long as it wasn't against the tenets entirely.

Afterwards she was slowly eating her porridge with meat chunks, making an effort not to wince at every swallow. Maybe she could ask the guards if they had a potion she could use... no it wouldn't do. She had already tried, but since she wasn't in danger of dying they refused citing rules and that the limited potions they had were for actual emergencies and she kind of understood that, so she just had to stand it another few days. It was going to hurt, but hoped that not singing would make it easier. Jiub was already fed, having more or less inhaled the meal in seconds to get to the game of dice faster. The duo were mumbling something in a language that the redhead didn't recognize which was curious, but nothing major in the grand scheme of things.

"Good morning." She said in scratchy voice when Amaya woke up. She gave the woman a smile." Like somebody who dreams of not being confined anymore... The imperial City's dungeon wasn't this... humid even. In fact it was quite a dry place." She commented, mostly to herself, now that she realized it. Her ememory of her dreams last night wasn't the best, she just knew she woke up in cold sweat and felt like she was freezing." How about you? The hammock's not agreeing with you?" She inquired, having noticed how her new friend moved while trying to sit up.

"Yeah... it started a bit before down... I think." The redheade montioned, revealing seh was up very early, probably earlier than was enoguh for a good rest." The Rocking started before the noises of critters I assume are flying on occasion by. Birds? Dunno... maybe it's those Cliff Racer things that Jiub keeps ranting on about." She admitted." Anyways, there's trembling on the hull, the rocking's harder and whenever htey open the hatch to get on deck you can hear the wind whistling... so there's a storm brewing, me thinks. We ran in similar weather when were were n the southern coasts of tamriel shortly after departure. It shouldn't be too bad all things considered unlike outer coasts, we arent' open to the oceans, this could well be considered an internal sea, the crew taught me a bit on the way. It means that even if the storm brews to a proper strength, it would be limited at least on the wave size."

"Well... it was noisy... that's for sure." Rosea commented, making a thinking face." It's a huge walled city, like the walls seem taller than everything, it makes you feel small actually. There's the White Gold tower in the middle, it seems to soar as tall as a mountain, boggling the mind. It's very densely populated place. Mostly because hte majority of houses are within the ringed walls and constructions outside the walls is limited and usually only reserved for farms. So there are a lot of houses and communal buildings. Densly packed city blocks within the districts, temples and statues are scattered around hte place. It's a majestic place to witness on the main streets, and the beautiful facades of the buildings, stores and temples that line the main roads. OF course the deeper you get in the in between spaces the more... the usual rot shows. THings that as far as I've been told exist everywhere like slums for the homeless and the poor, but they are kept well out of view in the Imperial Capital." She poke in a bit of a forced manner, trying to sound as melodic as usual, but not quite matching the sound and frowned, taking a gulp of water." You can see people from the whole of Tamriel there all the time. Merchants, mercenaries, travelers, pilgrims and all other sorts of people from every walk of life. All calling the city home or visiting for business or to try to start a new life. I've met argonians, khajiits, all mer and even Maomer, the sea elves... all the races of man too." She added recalling it." When there are festivities to be had, the streets turn to life and even those of us who lived on the streets got into the celebrations. If you know where to go, you might even see the Emperor as he makes his rounds to the citizens or give a speech..." She spoke animatedly, but was a bit melancholic and sad about it, knowing she was unlikely to see it again soon if at all ever.

"It wasn't perfect for all it's facade of beauty and splendor..., but it was home. I was born somewhereo n those streets, in fact lived my entire life there, before I got exiled hte furthest I had went out of town was to the outlying farms that surround the city. It was still a day's walk from teh city gates mind you the farms seem to stretch to infinity. I grew up there on the streets and at the temple of Dibella that was located on the edge of hte slum I was found at as a baby." She recalled with fond smile.

Amaya grimaced, giving a quick glance over at the hammock before answering. "These burns are still.. tender. It still hurts to put weight on them. Spells did progress the healing of them well but the damage was fairly severe." she explained. There was no point in hiding the burns, they were too extensive and.. she figured that no one on board would be Morag Tong, looking for the burned woman, just yet. "As much as I enjoy the idea of a hammock on a rocking boat, I think, perhaps, lying back on a cot for the rest of the trip might be more advisable... and I think I am quite liking the damp, it cools the burns." Her expression turned more amused, looking over at Rosea. "I'm sure even you'd accept this humidity over the heat around Ash Mountain just north of where I grew up. The air nearly simmers there, drawing all moisture right out of you." she added. She had never liked when family trips had led up to the Stonefalls region. Amaya had always seemed far more sensitive to the heat than her fellow Dunmer, which was further reinforced by the severity of the burns she had received, most of her race could have nearly shrugged off the fire.

At the cue, she paused to listen to all the ambient sounds: the water hitting the sides of the ship, Jiub and the guards chatting... and there it was, that hollow, high pitched calls. "Those are most definitely cliff racers." she confirmed. "We have them on the mainland as well though I hear that Vvardenfell has many more of them. Even we had to watch out for them, they've been known to attack and kill children, sometimes even lone adults. They tend to hunt in groups and swarm their target." she explained. "They say that there used to be dragons in Morrowind, both on Vvardenfell and on the mainland, but the cliff racers arrived and drove them off! Somehow, a part of me believes there could be a hint of truth to that..." she added with a smile.

She frowned at hearing there was likely a storm heading towards them. "Do you really think it will be mild?" she asked with a bit of trepidation. She had never been on a sailing ship before and that was something that had worried here. She had heard enough tales of shipwrecks and stranded sailors and passengers that she had wondered what the safety level really was. "Well, I hope you are right..."

The descriptions of the Imperial City had Amaya's eyes wide with wonder. A building as tall as a mountain? How could such a thing ever be built? She knew of the tower, of course, but had always just considered words about its height to be hyperbole. "I think I would like to see the Imperial City one day. The only cities I've been to are Ebonheart and Mournhold." she explained. "Mournhold is the mainland's capital for the most part, the largest and oldest city in Morrowind.. but I feel it would not compare to the Imperial city. To be able to see so many people, all working together..." she trailed off in some wonder.

She did take note of Rosea's sombreness at speaking of the city. "I apologize if my question brought you unhappiness, friend." she said sincerely. "I can.. imagine what it feels like to be exiled from all that you knew.." she said with a hint of her own pain. It was a pain that she could not reconcile within herself. She had lost her home, all her family would reject her openly, she had lost all of the only life she had known... but at the same time, it was not a life she had ever wanted to be a part of and the vast majority of her family obviously cared not for her. Still, she felt pain over it even so. The pain of being lost in life, perhaps. She still had her one hope, of finding Skith, but even that had no guarantees.

Shaking that insecurity off for the moment, she had noticed that Rosea's throat seemed to still be bothering her. "Would you like some more restoration magick?" she asked. She pointed to her own throat to relate it to the breton's. "It still sounds quite painful... Like my burns but within..."

"Hmm... maybe. I'm somewhat alright with heat, not fire per say unlike dunmer or how Nords are with frost, but I've been told I'm reasonable good at handling hot weather. Listening to you speaking, makes me recall that one summer we had a few years ago where the pavement was so heated that you could cook things on it and even guards had to remove their armors least they roast inside them... was one weird summer, I tell you that." The Breton comment off hand." A weird bit of trivia I learned from the priestesses of Dibella, apparently at some point Cyrodiil was supposed to be a jungle province... and something happened and it then wasn't a jungle anymore. Would explain some quirks of the province... " She mumbled to herself, thinking about the tangeant before returning to the discussion at hand.

"Sound like a downright menace those things, if what Jiub told me of their appearances..." Rosea nodded, hearing the noises dulled noises that were a bit too close for comfort and a few angry shouts and sounds of a sword hacking something." Ahh... it seems one just got killed by one of the soldiers on deck." She mumbled, those were some rather aggressive critters." Well all I know of Dragons comes from a few old stories a Nord woman used to tell me when I was little in the slums. I will admit if what the Nord stories of dragons are correct then these Cliff Racers are going to be the end of all civilization..." She said in fake horror." Well I've been told by reliable sources..." She began very pointedly turning to look at unsuspecting Jiub nearby." ... that if Cliff Racers try to jump you to hit them on the wings with something heavy maybe even your travling bags. Apparently it can even knock them out of the air and then they are just grounded lizards to finish off... his words not mine." The redhead told Amaya with a smile, throwing a look at the male Dunmer." I'm getting the feeling he REALLY hates them."

"Well... mild might be an oversimplification? I mean, if the storm is really fierce we will still be thrown about the place, but in this inner sea straight we are currently at we won't have to worry about ship capsizing waves and should it get too bad, they can easily move the ship and throw anchor near the shallows somewhere just in case, so we should be good." The Redheaded woman reassured her new dunmer friend." As I said, there's benefits to not really being in open sea. We will be alright." The breton hoped so too at least. She knew logically that it should be alright, but you couldn't really ever be certain. She was fairly sure the strom wouldn't do them in though. Call it a hunch if anything... But then again for all they knew, a deadric prince might sic a pack of underwater beasties on them to destroy the ship. She had heard weirder tales.

"I cannot speak for Mournhold, I've only heard it mentioned in the past, by name, but I've been told by travelers that the Imperial City is an... existence in a class of it's own. I'm sure you will get a chance to visit it one day." She smiled to Amaya." You will like it, I think. Maybe not for permanent residence if you dislike the constant chaos and the bustle of life at almost all hours of teh day. Even at night there were streets that didn't seem to sleep, but you will like it for a visit at least, that much I can assure you. If for nothing else, but the fact that somehow there's a bit of everything in the Imperial Capital. Don't worry, friend... I've had time to come to terms with my exile." Rosea said still a bit somber, but not distraught. For her it's been months by now, most of it spent in this hold, so between the singing and chatting with Jiub and the sailors on occasion, she had a lot of time for self reflection." There's only one thing I'm rather regreftul of, they didn't allow me to even say goodbye to those I cared about. One of my hopes is that I can find somebody willing to carry a letter back to the Imperial City once we arrive." She added.

"I would be ever grateful for your skills in Restoration Magick." Rosea informed with a nod, feeling the heat and pain on the inside of her throat." My... capabilities are sorely lacking, will have to put effor to practice more when it comes to healing." She wasn't good at healing true injuries, what she was good at was curing minor skin imperfections. Small scars from pimples, scratches, pores and the like. Nothing that required true healing, but was nice to keep your appearance. A lesson that vanity wasnt' going to solve all your problems, she supposed." I'm fearing it will require medication if your efforts last night didn't cure it for good, then it's likely become an infection and would require a magical effect or a potion that focuses on Healing Diseases. I've some knowledge on alchemy so if I get access to the supplies I might be able to brew some rudamentory potions by myself, if you can call them potions even, but they should do the job. Worst case, maybe somebody in Seyda Neen has access to such potions or hte spells. There's an imperial office there so they might have one I can convince them to allow me to use." Part of her lessons on alchemy and on Restoration magic, included what issues were covered by which branch of Restoration effects. There was a surprising amount of things that non spell effects could deal with eprfectly well. Like Rosea knew maybe 10 different recipes for various flavors of tea that provided different benefits depending on the herbs it was brew with... thinking on that topic she was thinking Pine Needle tea would have done wonders on maintaing her health and kept her throat from worsening to it's current state if it had been available.

Once any healing was applied to her throat she took a deep sigh of relief." Thank you." She smiled, swallong a few times and enjoying that it wasn't feeling sore right now for the time being. Thinking about something, she recalled a lil fact and turned around, rummaging around the small pile of junk that Jiub and her used as a night stand of sorts as it was between their hammocks and they kept stuff like waterskins, snacks left or anything that might be of use. She ended up pulling a pouch that she opened until it opened completely and laid flat, revealing the inside had a bunch of round tokens in 2 colors and the inside of the pouch was lined with lines." Hey, ever played Tria? It's a game more common to Cyrodil. Jiub taught me to play this Dunmeri game he just called Ur, but I don't see it right now. He might have traded it away with the soldiers. There's days more to our journey and I figure you'd enjoy something to focus on for hte time being?"