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Post by Moaana Andalas on Jun 23, 2010 2:57:01 GMT -5
Moaana picked up on the fact that Yoko seemed a little less moody, but she assumed that just meant he wasn’t the kind to hold on to a bad mood. Good, she hated people like that. She smirked at how Yoko spoke of ‘hunting’ in such a normal way. Interesting word to use; perhaps he had a enthusiastic speck buried in amongst all that deference.
“I’m ready,” she said, following Yoko out to the area she’d first entered when she arrived. Her mind was back to ticking over how the murder could be carried out. It had to look like the sister did it...why not actually have the sister do it? Lead her and her brother to a secluded spot, then cast frenzy on her and have her attack him. Of course, he may well be larger than her, able to overpower her. Hmm...in that case, she could cast a paralyzing spell from afar. At last a chance for her Illusion training to be put to some use other than sneaking past her parents!
Of course, Yoko would probably have his own plan formulating. She knew the sensible thing would be to ask him what he thought of her plan, seeing as how he was the more experienced of the two. But Moaana was far too proud to ask outright. She just hedged her bets on him bringing it up before they got there. If she liked it, she could let it by while still appearing indifferent. If she didn’t like anything, well she would just turn on the scorn.
She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that at first she didn’t pick up on Yoko’s subtle prying into her motivations behind joining the Brotherhood. When she did, her face darkened alarmingly. The nerve of the mer! Hadn’t she made it perfectly clear her past was off limits? She opened her mouth to start a retort, but was aware of her trouble speaking under pressure. So, as in many situations where she felt a little out of her depths, she just retreated into herself, casting Yoko an evil look as they left the house.
((Tell me if it’d make it easier if Moaana said more – she’s meant to be the kind of character who says little, but has a lot going on behind the eyes. If that’s too difficult to roleplay with, then do tell me.))
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Post by Yoko on Jun 23, 2010 22:28:37 GMT -5
{{OOC: oh no its fine, the problem is that Yoko is mostly the same (okay maybe not as smart though just quiet) lolso maybe if they both talk a little more we’d be good? Lol}}
Yoko paused on the way out groaning a little he looked toward her catching her death glare and sighed faintly. “I was teasing…...” he spoke up with a light nod. As if she didn’t hear him practically insult Lucien as well? Okay wouldn’t happen again Yoko felt like he was under pressure when around people, maybe he was antisocial so people would stay away, because he just didn’t know how to talk to them, some were happy, others were moody then some had no emotion at all, what do you do then? So just stay away from everyone? Sadly it wasn’t as easy as it sounded even if he did that at one point or another he would HAVE to talk to someone.
His mind blanked out for a moment as he got his things, and they had even gotten to the door leading outside the abandoned house above the sanctuary. What kind of person……was his brother like? He wondered to himself. If he found him, what then? He couldn’t talk to anyone he didn’t think his brother- a stranger, would be any easier if not harder. Yoko reached back and pulled up his hood, halfway using it to hide his eyes, eyes that looked like they were trapped in a thought that both perplexed and frightened him. snapping out of it he decided he wouldn’t let his girl or anyone else get to him, didn’t mean he would let his guard down, but he could deal with anything word wise, they never hurt anyone. He’d just try not to tick her off …..again.
“its quite a while till the contract, so have time to think of a plan, or a few and compare.” he thought aloud but also speaking to her as well. “there are a lot of ways this could be done.” he pondered. “poisoning, then planting the items in the house…and finishing up…..amongst other things.” he nodded then paused for a moment and glanced toward her. “riding or walking?” he asked plainly.
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Post by Moaana Andalas on Jun 24, 2010 13:39:46 GMT -5
((Personally I think we’re already good. I’m having fun with this rp, if you are too then that’s all that matters.))
A deriding “Hmm” was all Moaana had to say to his saying it was ‘just a joke’. If she was honest with herself, which surprisingly Moaana usually was, he probably had been just joking. But she’d rather set her own boundaries at this stage, even if she did it a little too forcefully, than lose her personal form of control over anyone she had to deal with.
Fedyra, her slightly older sister and apple of her father’s eye, had once said ‘Moaana, it amazes me how you, someone who uses so few words one could mistake you for a simpleton, can antagonise so many people at first meeting.’ However bitter Moaana was towards her sister, she had to admit the woman had a way with words she did not.
But contrary to many people in her hometown’s opinion, Moaana did not intend to set herself against everyone she met. It just seemed to work out that way. She’d accepted it as part of her nature years ago, and taught herself not to care about the little antagonisms, like the one steadily growing between her and Yoko.
Glad for a chance to put forward her ideas on how the contract should be carried out, and also glad Yoko didn’t seem as opinionated as herself. In this case his indifference would probably work to her advantage, as she expected if she had a solid enough plan (which she was certain she did), he wouldn’t care to shoot it down.
“I think,” she said, pulling her cloak over her leather armour, so as not to draw attention to her sinister attire, “we should let the sister kill him. I can cast a frenzy spell. You can lead her to a good spot.”
The way she said it made it sound like she was giving him that role off the top of her head. In reality, Moaana knew she wouldn’t like trying to persuade someone to come with her. She could use charm spells, but she hated the things.
"Walking." She didn't have a horse; not enough time to buy one after fleeing Morrowind, and besides that she didn't have enough money. Yet. She wondered how much money would be granted per 'assignment'.
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Post by Yoko on Jun 27, 2010 22:24:34 GMT -5
[[lol I am glad then, and I am too X3]]
Yoko glanced toward her as they headed towards the main gate and nodded slowly at her plan thinking it over it seemed more simple then it would most likely be, but still seemed simple enough. He nodded slightly. “I don’t have a problem with that, but just think I need to put out there, I….am terrible with magic.” he sighed scratching the back of his hood, slightly embarrassed, he had no magical talent, he could barely make a spark, most made fur of him for this, a Bosmer who couldn’t use magic? Could he not control minor beasts either? No. he could most likely learn magic, IF he had a patient teacher and didn’t loose his temper so easily or cared for magic really. So basically he was hinting she would have to be the caster, before he said this, he was sure she had figured that out, so kept his mouth shut.
Something nagged at the back of his head, what was it? Was he forgetting something? He felt his bow, arrows, small pack tied to his belt, dagger. Was there something else? He groaned inwardly it annoyed him, what in the name of Sithis was he forgetting!? Well there was a interesting conversation, a small smirk came upon his lips but he kept his mouth closed for now, figuring he didn’t want to just go around talking about that unfortunate incident with just anyone, but that was something he could pitch in someday when someone went off about the void…
Walking. He shrugged he didn’t have a horse, so honestly he was hoping she would say that. Picture a angry bosmer chasseing after a Dunmer on a horse…..not suspicious at all.
As they exited the gate and made their way down the pathway he pondered to himself, still unsure what he had forgotten, but he felt that going to Bravil would for some strange reason would be good for him? Or hold something, but he didn’t know what nor why he felt this way. Or perhaps it was just anticipation …Yoko’s bad luck was bound to kick him in the butt sooner or later. He sighed inwardly.
This is mind thought back towards Moaana eyes closed a moment before opening and locking down on the road. Thinking, this was going to be a long silent trip wasn’t it? He had to think of something to say or ask that wouldn’t antagonize her. He felt asking the questions most normal people would ask just for the sake of conversation like ‘how long have you been living in these parts’ or ‘what her family were doing’ these weren’t the questions most Dark Brotherhood members asked (or at least not the second one) he felt both those were bad ideas to ask, heck he thought asking what food she liked, or books she read might give the wrong impression. ….
He inhaled deeply then clinched a fist. “So uhm, hear the news about Kvatch?” he nearly wanted to smack himself in the forehead. ‘Idiot’ he thought and slumped some.
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Post by Moaana Andalas on Jun 28, 2010 3:56:36 GMT -5
Moaana smirked slightly as he accounted his problems with magicka. She was glad she had at least some natural talent with spell casting. She had enough problems with her family without being magicka illiterate. “I have Illusion training, I’ll cast the frenzy.”
While Moaana hated charm spells, the way the person once under them would smile a sickly smile and look at you as a puppy looks on a perfect stranger it’s about to lift it’s leg to. The worst thing was it was so difficult to tell when it was wearing off. Frenzy spells were frightening, and when used wrong they were dangerous, but at least you knew where you stood with them. Moaana figured if someone was trying to kill you, then you knew where you stood, if they were smiling then they could be faking.
She pulled her cloak around herself a little more as they made their way down the road. Though she didn’t make it obvious, she was following Yoko, as she had very little experience of Cyrodil. She’d been to the Imperial City and to Chorrol to complete her first target. But she guessed that Yoko knew his way around pretty well.
She raised one eyebrow at Yoko asking her about Kvatch. The name rang a bell, but for a second she couldn’t for the life of her remember why. “Kvatch?” she asked, trying to summon up the image of the map she had in the bottom of her bag. Then she remembered some folks talking about it in one of the places she’d stayed. “Oh, yes, the place that got burnt down. By Daedra, yes?” She sounded distant, unaffected. After all, she hadn’t lived there long enough to know what a national treasure Kvatch had been.
Back in Morrowind, they were only just getting over the Blight. Whole towns had been cleared by the epidemic. Moaana, along with her two sisters, had been kept virtually under house arrest to avoid contracting the illness. The relief of being let out had partly fuelled Moaana’s involvement with the Necromancers.
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Post by Yoko on Jul 3, 2010 22:05:15 GMT -5
[[OOC: I do apologize, lately it has been hard to connect with this character. I will attempt to make another connection lol]]
He let a breath of air escape his lungs in a sigh of relief that she would cast the spell. Walking along after a while and after the rather random question from Yoko he chuckled. “Yes, deadra.” he nodded looking up at the sky and thinking about his run in with the strange red-robed men that one time, whatever they were doing, Yoko somehow spoiled it, and died…
Yoko shuddered and shook himself picking his pace up some. “I suppose you want to stop at a Inn along the way to Bravil?” he asked looking back towards her.. He liked to take things easy and be on his best stat to actually start the job and do it properly. He fidgeted with his hood some wondering what it was like in another land, sadly Yoko didn’t come from the land of Bosmri. He could only ponder, not that he cared what a bunch of slap-happy bunch of giggling singing wood elves did in their natural habitat. Yoko was the type to serotype people, or at least most.
As he walked he seemed to carelessly forget about his surroundings. He suddenly felt something hit his back, it not only caught him off guard but also caused him to loose his balance and fall face forward into a puddle of mud. With a loud groan forgetting about the pain in his back, though it wasn’t anything major he twitched in annoyance as he sat up and glared at a few goblins dancing around in their own amusement behind them. Yoko wiped some mud from his eyes and growled, could almost see steam coming off of him, as within seconds he pulled his bow and an arrow flew though the air and nailed the goblin right between the eyes and the first fell with a thud. Yoko’s eyes narrowed a deathly serious look upon his face despite being covered in mud. The other goblins became angered and waved their weapons over their heads. Yoko readied another Arrow.
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Post by Moaana Andalas on Jul 4, 2010 17:10:56 GMT -5
She hadn’t considered staying the night someplace, preoccupied as she’d been on planning her first, real, paying contract. But now Yoko mentioned it, she noticed the steadily fading daylight and realised it made sense. “Of course.” she said, as if she’d known all along. Again, she decided to discretely follow Yoko’s lead about where to stay, while not directly asking him for help.
Moaana had her own issues about her homeland, not because of a stereotype but because she’d actually lived there. Even after the Nerevarine had supposedly ‘fixed’ everything, there was still the poverty brought about by the Blight, the Nine Divine and Tribunal worshipers alternately preaching to you and the constant, infuriating, political bickering between the Great Houses. Even if she hadn’t killed Dilther she’d probably have left sooner or later.
However, before she could get properly worked up about the state of Morrowind, they were interrupted by a gang of goblins. Now, she hadn’t particularly taken to Yoko, but if a bunch of gibbering, barely sentient creatures thought they could mess with her colleague they had another thing coming. While Yoko took one out with an arrow, she tried to remember what she’d been taught about goblins. The most important thing she remembered was that they were resistant to fire. Summoning up a lightning bolt, she zapped one three times, and then he was down. Breathing heavily she glanced round, not sure if those things were clever enough to attack from different directions. Why the Oblivion didn’t they teach her these things in her destruction classes?
((I'm using some of my Morrowind knowledge here, so tell me if anything has you confused))
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Post by Yoko on Jul 4, 2010 22:20:01 GMT -5
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Yoko growled and hit one in the shoulder. “hate these things” he sighed deeply hen looked to her as she cast and the other goblin fell, he smirked slightly, and shot the other one again, finishing it, soon all the little monsters were gone and he slid the bow back in its blade behind his back. And sucked in deeply. “pests” he huffed. And glanced around hoping that was it, that there would be no more of them ahead or hiding anywhere. He grumbled under his breath about that thought and cursed mildly.
Yoko let his hands fall by his side, thinking if he should go on talking or not, she seemed to dislike talking, bah women….Dunmer even worse. He closed his eyes. He gave a stern nod and started to walk ahead down the road again. “that was nice, I mean I don’t know anything about magic, so I don’t know if that’s as good or weak as it goes, but……it seemed pretty amazing to me……” he stated with a light nod. “I don’t really see that much magic either, except that ancient one, someone used on me once…..” he thought about that half Bosmer half whatever the other half was, that saved him from the red hooded people.
Walking on again he passed under a tree calmly. However a nut fell and hit him in the head. “gah” he looked towards Moaana brow razed then huffed. “okay, I am sorry.” he waved a hand. “I suck with people.” he half glared half amused look to his face, did she have to start throwing things? Sheesh! The Bosmer put his hands on his hips. “I cant believe that you would revert to throwing thi--” before he could finish a large blanch cracked above him. “oh--” before he could finish he twisted to run but he ended up face down again… “by Sithis!” he shouted. Okay so it wasn’t her throwing things, so what, the tree hated him!? He just lay still for a moment before pulling his arms under his chin to sigh and wipe the dirt and mud off, before he reached back and yanked the limb off and let out a angered shout as he threw it as hard as he could, hearing a ‘thudding’ sound he grumbled standing arms out about to say something but then paused and took a few steps to see a legionnaire laying on the ground just over the hill, seemed that he was knocked out by a branch………
Yoko pulled his hood back up and put his hands in his pockets and stomped on, muttering something under his breath………it began now. After some awkward silence and Yoko practically steaming. “Moaana….you know magic, tell me, do I have a curse on me?” he asked dully.
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Post by Moaana Andalas on Jul 6, 2010 14:44:04 GMT -5
Moaana took a deep breath as she felt her magicka come seeping back. Her reserves of power were quite deep, but it took her forever to regain that power once she’d used it. She walked over to the goblin, seeing the little pouch hanging round its belt. Opening it up, she found two gold pieces (not of much use, but every little helps) and a lockpick. She pocketed both, then followed Yoko down the path. He seemed to be babbling about the spell she’d used. She was surprised at how little he knew about magic; Bosmers weren’t as naturally proficient with magic as, say, Altmers, but she gathered they knew at least a little. She wondered if it had something to do with ‘that spell’ cast on him once he just mentioned.
She was about to answer in some short, simple way when he got mad at her for throwing something at him, even though she’d done no such thing. “I didn’t!” she said, sounding a little more bothered about the accusation than she meant.
But Yoko had probably figured that, seeing as how a branch had just landed on his head. The whole situation was, she had to admit, quite funny, until she heard two thuds, one of the branch against the legionnaire and then said legionnaire against the ground.
“Curses tend to be more dramatic.” she muttered as she approached the recumbent figure. Keeping a distance of a few feet, she used the offending branch to prod the man to see if he’d wake up. When she got no response, she crept a little closer to the prone figure, roughly turning his hand and lifting up an eyelid with one finger. Happy that Yoko’s unintended victim was out cold, she carefully took his money pouch, emptied its content into her own, and dropped it on the ground.
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Post by Yoko on Jul 9, 2010 22:40:05 GMT -5
“More dramatic?” Yoko groaned watching her take what she wanted from the legionnaire and huffed, no he didn’t really care about stealing or not, honestly it was convenient, perhaps he should have joined the thieves guild, with this luck? Of course it would most likely have the reverse effect. He was going to say sorry to her for accusing her, but hey he got hit with a large tree branch, that most likely got her revenge for it anyway.
Yoko started walking again, past the guard and sighed. “what are curses like then?” he sighed deeply. Being chased by dogs, falling out of trees, being fallen of by trees, chased by vampires, chasseing vampires, his contract getting eaten by ogres, a long lost brother he had no hope of finding, an often annoyed Lucien on his rear, unable to use magic……….. And so on, none of that counted as a curse? Yoko scratched his head. “….maybe, maybe I am not cursed……….I guess I should be more thankful, Sithis or someone is looking after me.” he sighed folding his arms behind his head a moment. ‘when I was little I had a brother, he was cursed, sick or something, parents, just abandoned him. I dunno they could have killed him, or sold him for all I know.” he muttered. “still managed to **** me off….I guess there isn’t a cure for everything, and we all have our curses…..magic or nay” he grumbled.
Then hit him like a brick he’d rambled about personal matters, dear Night Mother would he never learn? Wait no, know what he quickly changed his mind, he wasn’t sorry he wanted to ramble and DID no one ever died from that, Moaana could take it and think about it or shove it up her nose for all he cared now. He smirked as they came to a fork in the road and blinked as the signs were unreadable. “I don’t….travel this way often” he muttered with an emotionless yet slightly annoyed look on his face. “stupid sign…..”
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Post by Moaana Andalas on Jul 10, 2010 5:00:00 GMT -5
Moaana considered his question. “It varies. There are family curses, like every son dying so your line never continues. Or sickness curses, like the Blight.” Like most Dunmer, Moaana wasn’t about to forget the Blight in a hurry. But it seemed Yoko was already on another train of thought, as he started talking about his family. She folded her arms across herself as they walked and he continued talking; just as Yoko suspected, people talking about personal issues always made her feel uneasy. She didn’t have the people skills to be comforting, but she wasn’t quite callous enough to respond by mocking.
So she settled for something in between. “Siblings are over rated.” It was probably tactless considering what he’d just been telling her, but for once she wasn’t intending to tick him off. She hadn’t meant to sound so bitter, but she couldn’t help feeling so when she thought about family. She’d lived for all her 54 years with one sister who wouldn’t care if she sunk into quicksand and another who clung to her like a lost puppy.
She squinted up at the sign while she waited for him to read. There was a sign like this one back home, with the paint worn away so the writing was illegible. She’d always got around it by feeling the letters. But that sign had been in her native tongue, and while reading Cyrodilic was one thing, she doubted she could decipher it through touch.
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Post by Yoko on Jul 15, 2010 18:52:29 GMT -5
Yoko blinked glancing over at her “over rated?” he smirked. “wouldn’t really know” he sighed all he could recall….was that terrified face, one that almost matched him…screaming, crying hot tears, and being left behind in the Temple of the One, that day so long ago, as Yoko was to little to understand a thing that was going on, but the sadness in that other Bosmer’s eyes……made him ache when he thought about it. Yoko spaced out some then closed his eyes. “don’t really matter” he smirked lightly. Then looked back toward her and the sign.
“either way I read it I’m sure something will happen along the way and we will get lost, or end up in Bruma” he huffed. His ‘luck’ was about like that. He stood closer “I want to say its that way though” he nodded. “I mean it would be the most southern turn…” he chewed on his lip. “well what the hey” he stated and started that direction . He started letting his mind wonder about things again, not about his brother anymore, but just a little of everything.
Finely he thought of something to ask her he hoped wouldn’t bother her, it shouldn’t, should it? “What did you Think of Lucien Lachance?” he ‘had’ to ask. “I mean you and Vicente seemed to hit it off alright” he stated hoping that wasn’t wrong to say. He folded his hands behind his back. “I get along with Vicente the most, I think the others…..think I’m a evil omen….” he muttered. “Lucien and I……..don’t really get along to well” his eyes looked a little dull slightly annoyed and teasing. “of course……I did attack him when he come to me that first night.” he felt slightly embarrassed but it was to funny not to laugh about when thinking of that night. Yoko was trying so hard not to tick her off but he couldnt just be to silent people walking lord knows for how long with no small talk?
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Post by Moaana Andalas on Jul 16, 2010 4:53:06 GMT -5
Moaana wasn’t sure if she’d prodded a sore spot with her ‘siblings are overrated’ comment, but Yoko seemed to get over his brief moment, so she shrugged and followed him down the road, beginning to feel just as pessimistic as he was about their likelihood of getting there with no more trouble.
She considered his question on Lucien Lachance. To her he’d seemed like everything an assassin should be: dark, dangerous, yet still charismatic. He had an air of being able to manipulate anyone he wanted to do anything he pleased. By the end of their conversation, they’d both known she was hooked.
“He has style.” she said in response, then when he mentioned Vicente she said honestly “Vicente interests me. That's all.” She didn’t know why she felt the need to make sure Yoko knew her friendliness with Vicente was born more out of her fascination than his demeanour. Maybe she just didn’t want to seem like a suck-up, or maybe she felt like telling the truth.
She raised an eyebrow at his comment about being an evil omen, then with the air of throwing him a bone said “Evil? I wouldn’t say that.” She smiled properly for the first time since arriving at the sanctuary when he said he attacked Lucien Lachance. That would explain him and Vicente’s antipathy.
An Imperial legionnaire on a horse went by, and although her pride told her not to bother talking to a pig in armour, for once her common sense prevailed and she asked in as few words as possible if there was an Inn anywhere nearby. He suggested the Roxey Inn close by, but that was in the other direction, or the Faregyl Inn if they could be bothered to walk quite a bit before reaching it.
After he was gone, Moaana looked to Yoko for a decision on whether to double back and go to the Roxey Inn, or keep walking for a few hours and stay at Faregyl.
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Post by Yoko on Jul 17, 2010 20:30:16 GMT -5
“he has style” Those made Yoko blink and look toward her with a small smirk. “I suppose’ he nodded thinking she must be more into murdering people then he was, that was for sure. Yoko simply didn’t care, it was more like a ‘job’ he had to do not a liked but not a hated one either. Lucien did like his job, that was clear, Vicente did to. Yoko simply…..didn’t care. He smirked lightly. “yea suppose everyone is interesting in the Dark Brotherhood” he smirked. After a little while he stopped to watch her with the guard then heard the sighed lightly thinking about the inn glancing back over his shoulder and then forwards. Well the closest thing would most likely be to head back, because bad things normally fallow me around at night” he smirked then shook his head. ‘don’t want to risk it” he smirked and nodded. He twisted around on one foot resting his hands by his sides. “is that okay?” he looked back towards her, before starting to walk towards the direction of the inn. [ I am sorry plz don’t pray to the night mother I will post better soon this is one meh worst DX]
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Post by Moaana Andalas on Jul 18, 2010 4:52:53 GMT -5
Although she wasn’t going to openly agree with Yoko, Moaana had been leaning towards the Roxey Inn anyway. She still wasn’t very familiar with the wild creatures, or indeed bandit habits, of Cyrodil. And travelling at night with someone under a self proclaimed curse couldn’t be good for her health. So she shrugged, turned round and headed towards Roxey Inn.
The bar was quite vacant as they walked in; only a shifty looking Khajiit in light armour, a drunken Bosmer and the Nordic barmaid were there to turn their heads curiously as the two walked in. She supposed it must seem a little odd, a Dunmer and a Bosmer willingly travelling together. She led the way to a small table, a little way from the bar but not in the corner. Moaana liked to be able to keep her eye on the room as a whole.
The Nord came over and introduced herself as Malene, to which Moaana awarded a bland stare which indicated all too well that she was there to be served, not made idle chit-chat with. Malene shrugged, and asked them what they wanted. Moaana ordered some meat and potatoes, and a glass of Tamika wine. What she really felt like was a good strong draft of Telvanni Bug Musk, but it seemed her House’s secrecy about the recipe meant no liquor maker in Cyrodil knew how to brew it.
Scratch that, after arriving late, setting off on a bad foot with her colleague, getting attacked by filthy goblins and almost getting lost, what Moaana really wanted was to get truly drunk and sleep it off. But her common sense told her that trying to murder someone with a hangover might not be her best idea.
((Oops, no dialogue. Hope that's ok))
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