IanSitting beside the campfire, Ian ran a stone over his blades, honing their edges. He paused briefly to take in the fact that Rann and "Altair" had resumed where they left off in Leyawiin. Ian went back to his work, sharpening more .
The Imperial could guess that part of Rann's fiercely independent, and, in his opinion, reckless nature, was due in part to the natural impulsiveness and authority problems many young men had. This Altair appeared to support views and ideals that Rann held to, so naturally the Dunmer got along with him well.
Ian's features darkened, no mean feat when one was under the effects of .
But even if that Altmer is nothing more than he appears, he is still a politician. In Ian's experience with politics, few practicioners were straight arrows rather than two-faced minipulators trying to further themselves.
He set down his blades and cast aside the smoothed-out rock. Ian didn't trust the High Elf as far as an ogre could throw him, let alone with any of the group's souls. He continued to brood over his suspicions and the fates of the youngest charges.
IssacWith the fighting over, Issac decided not to approach Satyana for awhile, at least until everyone started moving westward again in the morning. Then Issac noticed Rann and that Altmer counciler making their way to the woods.
An amused smile played across his face as Issac saw no reason what soever not to join them.
Besides if Altair is as noble in his intentions as he claims, what ill could possibly come to pass? With that thought in mind Issac caught up with the two, "Hail, you two."
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