En'Fel watched as his compatriots grabbed their weapons and packed their bags. He was not surprised to see Akar approach him, as he hadn't said a word to him yesterday after the incident. He looked at the traveller, straight in the eyes, and decided he was worth an introduction, at least.
"Alright, traveller," he said. Had the man not saved his life he would have simply called him half-breed. "My name is En'Fel. That one over there with the spikey hair is Anhasou, that large one is Hel'Tic, the young one is Ganfi and the girl Sounigo. No need learning our family names."
At this point, En'Fel corrected his posture and stood taller than any other dunmer with him. Over the course of the last sentence, he had moved closer to the traveller. "We came from Zainab to unite the Ashlanders," his voice lowered to a whiper, right over the traveller's face, "You may have heard from earlier, but the Telvanni, they are trying to destroy our kind."
"Is that everything?" he turned and asked Anhasou.
"Yes, everyone is ready."
"Good, then, friend," he turned back to Akar, "Tell me, do you know anything about Ahemussa tribe? They are in hiding, but we've searched from the mountain ridges in the west to the coast in the east, from the coast in the north to the edge of the grazelands in the south. Every single cave, or tomb, is unoccupied, at least not by Ahemussa. Do you have any idea where they might be?"
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A man once asked the Buddha, "How does one escape the heat of the summer sun?"
And the Buddha replied, "Why not try crawling into the blazing furnace?"
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