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[Darkness Eternal]

Drakothemir held his arms behind his back, and cracked a smile at the comedy the others told. He didn't find it funny. The jest suddenly took on sexual hints and Drakothemir knew it was time he'd excuse himself. Not that he was uncomfortable, on the contrary, his own personal desires would make Azura weep. He sighed.

"Well, friends, excuse me but I must relieve myself." Drakothemir said to them. Of course, it wasn't the truth. He did not need to urinate or release any bodily waste. He simply needed to gather his mind on the upcoming expedition, to plan what he will do and what he will need to do in order to get what he is searching for.

The rest of the people . . .they all seemed like a motley crew spawned from a nest of jesters and comedians. He had a difficult time believing most of them were capable of fighting or even surviving in the harsh enviornments. Fort Sutch is a dangerous place already with the criminal scum thriving there, but they pale in comparison with the more dangerous dwellers below. Which could be anything. Dead spirits haunting the forgotten halls. Skeletons. Daedra. Vampires. It didn't matter as they were all threats, and these adventurers would surely lose their lives.

I'll be damned if one of them survived . . .Molag Bal would sooner put me in his charnel houses and keep me as his eternal cellmate.

Drakothemir smiled at his own humor, and simply walked off to explore the guildhall, which was too bright for his own liking.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

Westley moved farther back from the group, not far to the point where he couldn't hear what they were saying, but far enough to try and ignore Ylenno's jokes.

Westley looked down at the strap that tied his scabbard to his waist. It was far too loose. The last thimg he needed was to loose his weapon on this expedition. Westley fiddled with the strap of his scabbard for a moment before a new voice amongst the group caught his ear. When he looked up, he noticed it was the same white Khajiit he had seen at the Count's Arms the previous day. She was waving her middle finger at Ylenno, and one of her claws was unsheathed. He moved a bit closer to hear what she was saying better.

“If I catch you trying to tickle my bush with that thing, you’ll meet my Khajiit Castrator here. Then the only thing those spikes will be tickling is the pavement.”

Kayla started laughing so hard that she nearly fell to the ground. Westley growled and moved back into his corner.

Great. Another reference to one of Ylenno's jokes. He's going to make my breakfast come back up.

Westley kicked a small pebble, and sighed in relief when it hit a nearby lamppost. He was displeased at the loud noise it made when it collided with the metal post though. He retreated further back into the shadows, hoping nobody in the group had heard the noise.

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

After Kayla wiped the tears from her eyes, she swiped at Westley to clap him on the shoulder. When she swiped air, she looked around and saw both Drakothemir and Westley absent. She snorted. Bunch of old men, she thought. She waved at the rest of the group and sought out Westley.

[Darkness Eternal]

Drakothemir wasn't the only one who seemed to not find mortal humor humorous. The Lycanthropic child looked like he was annoyed by it, and thus left the company and into a corner. Quite the social pariah . . .and he only shows his true colors twice a month.

Seeing the squeamish pup was amusing enough. His collision with an object upon kicking a pebble was not missed, nor was his growling. The vampire skirted around the edge of a growing group of people, faces unfamiliar to him, to walk toward Westley.

As he did so, he saw from the corner of his eye that the woman, Kayla, had left the presence of her friends. Surely to seek out the missing Lycanthropy. Drakothemir knew he had to interfere just this once. The werewolf knew too much. There had been many times where his vampirism was known to mortals, and they had to be killed to maintain discretion. And that was their only error. That they discovered his vampirism. Drakothemir would rather have his mortal guise last much longer.

He didn't particularly hold any love for Kayla. As far as he was concerned she was just another mortal going about her buisiness, seeking to make friends and allies and foge new relationships while her husband lingers in another province. Quite the trusting man, he must be . . .

The vampire politely shouldered a few people, excusing himself as he made his way toward the werewolf. Try as he might, his scent could not conceal his whereabouts. No matter how hard he tried. Drakothemir already located him the moment he left the group. His eyes never left the wolf's fleeing body.

Kayla could wait. Drakothemir could not. He was immortal, and time was meaningless to him. But when his identity was on the line, known by a man who could not so much as control his own temper . . .then things must be done. For if so much as someone else finds out about his Dark Gift. Then blood will have to be spilled.

He hurried his pace and saw Westley standing in a corner. Alone. Just as he always is. Alone.

"Quite the mysterious fellow, you are, Westley," Drakothemir said as he walked up behind him. He spoke in a low whisper. "Yet the shadows do not favor you."

"In my studies I have learned much. I know that mystery attracts curiosity. The veil that shrouds the unknown tempts many to uncover it. Whether this veil conceals treasure or secrets, it is insignifficant. What is important is that there will always be those seeking to know more and that knowledge has a price. Certain times, however, that price is paid in what flows adrift within us."

With Kayla already possibly searching for Westley, what he said is true. The vampire slid his hands into his pockets and stood tall. "Feast your eyes upon the beauty of such a sight: large numbers of thrill-seekers looking to procure and establish themselves as adventurers in hopes of rising to the pennicacle of glory."

He paused, looking around him to make sure no one was within earshot. To be safe, he still continued to whisper. Speaking plainly for a man such as themselves to understand, but for mortals to comprehend on a different level. "The interesting thing about large numbers is that when one steps aside from the circle, not a soul tends to give it much thought. Yet if the one who prowls corners as a periodic hobby leaves, one must wonder why. For mystery attracts the curious, and the curious are often devoured by their own excessive interests in things they are not meant to understand."

"You may not stand as curious, but you possess forbidden knowledge. Knowledge that I myself have sought to keep secret and have kept secret for as long as I loved. Be wise in the certainty that my currency for revealed secrets is blood."

He shot a look at the various people, and adopted a stance and expression as if he was talking to a life-long friend. "

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[King Of Beasts]

Westley

When Deakothemir approached him, Westley already knew what the vampire wanted. He sat through Drakothemir's speech, not wanting to be rude and interrupt. When he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper.

"Cut the rant Drakothemir, I know what you're demanding, and I'm not afraid of you. Don't worry night-spawn, I won't say anything about what you truly are as long as you keep what I am a secret. I see what you think of me. I know you lack any respect for me. I'm a foolish pup. Irresponsible. I can see why you would think that. You're right. I must learn to control my temper, and be less reckless. It's better for everyone."

Westley walked away from the vampire, and briefly looked over his shoulder. "I'm glad we had this conversation."

Westley headed back towards the group, leaving the vampire standing by himself.

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla dodged bumping into Westley by way of his shining armor. She saw Drakothemir behind him, and gave a friendly nod in his direction.

"Heart to heart?" she asked Westley. He seemed a bit irritated, yet Drakothemir seemed in an alright mood. Kayla kept a questioning look on her face.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

Westley nearly bumped into Kayla, but she's aged to dodge a collision.

"Heart to heart?"

Westley sighed. "No. He just stopped to say hi. Didn't really want anything. Seems like a nice enough fellow."

Westley smiled at Kayla, hoping she'd drop the topic. Just in case, he started a different topic.

"So...what's on your mind. Are you done laughing at Ylenno's jokes?"

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla shrugged. "Done for now. Did you find that in bad taste?" She grinned down at him and elbowed him good-naturedly. "Or does the thought of Ylenno near a woman's lower bits make you sick too?" she chuckled. "It looks like both you and Drakothemir have the same sense of humor." she winked. "None."

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

"Done for now. Did you find that in bad taste? Or does the thought of Ylenno near a woman's lower bits make you sick too? It looks like both you and Drakothemir have the same sense of humor. None."

Westley sniggered "I had breakfast not too long ago. Imaginin' Ylenno use his hair to bed women is an awkward sight to conjure up after I've eaten something. If I had stayed any longer, the contents of my stomach would have spilled all over the floor." Westley gave Kayla a warm smile.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla patted Westley's arm gently.

"Funniest thing," she said casually. "The guards had warned me of a werewolf when I entered the city. I wasn't aware that werewolves would be found so close to cities here." She gave a half-shrug. "In Skyrim, they mostly frolic outside city walls." she knit her brows together. "Frolic is the wrong word. Stalk? Hmm. Closer."

She immediately regretted bringing up werewolves. She shook herself. "No matter," she smiled. "Werewolves or not..." she couldn't finish that sentence, because she wasn't sure how to.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

"Funniest thing, the guards had warned me of a werewolf when I entered the city. I wasn't aware that werewolves would be found so close to cities here. In Skyrim, they mostly frolic outside city walls. Frolic is the wrong word. Stalk? Hmm. Closer. No matter, werewolves or not..."

Westley went pale for a moment, but he was relieved when Kayla seemed not be able to figure out what to say. He continued the topic though.

"Are you afraid of werewolves Kayla?" He put his hand in her shoulder and gave her a serious look.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

"Are you afraid of werewolves, Kayla?"

Kayla balked for half a moment, then laughed at Westley.

"Afraid? No! I just..." she sighed. "I had a friend bitten by one. We tried to find a cure, but he turned." She looked away. "Long story sort, I got a nasty scar from him. But don't worry!" she grinned. "I took a cure disease potion. That werewolf was not me, I promise you."

She looked at the sky. "Such wonderful, warm weather," she murmured. "Right about now, my husband would be opening his shop, and I would be out looking for work." Her face showed sadness fleetingly, but she made her mouth smile.

"Do you prefer the cold, or the warm weather?"

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

"Afraid? No! I just...I had a friend bitten by one. We tried to find a cure, but he turned. Long story sort, I got a nasty scar from him. But don't worry! I took a cure disease potion. That werewolf was not me, I promise you. Such wonderful, warm weather, Right about now, my husband would be opening his shop, and I would be out looking for work. Do you prefer the cold, or the warm weather?"

Westley caught the glimpse of sadness in Kayla's expression, and was intrigued by her story about her werewolf friend. Westley made sure nobody was in a position to hear him, then he leaned close and whispered into her ear.

"I know it isn't you who's the werewolf. You wouldn't understand how. I'm guessing you don't like werewolves. I'm sorry about your friend." Westley pulled away from her. "I prefer warm weather. The cold makes my mood worse."

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla smiled.

"Werewolves are fine. I only knew the one personally." She was silent for a moment, looking at the sky still. Suddenly she looked at Westley with a serious expression.

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

"Werewolves are fine. I only knew the one personally."

Kayla fell silent for a moment. Westley just stood there awkwardly until she finally broke the silence.

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

"What is it you need Kayla?" Westley watched her carefully, wondering what she could possibly need help with.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

She leaned down towards his ear.

"If I don't make it, and you do..." she cleared her throat. "In my left pocket, with my wedding ring, is a note. I would greatly appreciate it if you went to Skyrim and found my husband. Give him the note." Her chest ached, but she kept her face neutral. "In the note, there are instructions on where he lives, what his name is, and what city we live in. We didn't leave on good terms, and if I don't return... I want him to know I cared enough to write him a goodbye letter."

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

"If I don't make it, and you do, In my left pocket, with my wedding ring, is a note. I would greatly appreciate it if you went to Skyrim and found my husband. Give him the note. In the note, there are instructions on where he lives, what his name is, and what city we live in. We didn't leave on good terms, and if I don't return... I want him to know I cared enough to write him a goodbye letter."

Westley was silent for a moment. It pained him to think that Kayla had family at home waiting for her return, and it would be devastating to her husband to hear if her death. Westley had nobody waiting for him. No friends, no family, he'd be willing to give his life to ensure Kayla could return home to her family, though he was most likely never coming out of that ruin ever again anyway...

"If I make it I'll do it. I doubt I'll last long though, but if I do survive and you don't, I'll make sure your husband gets the letter." Westley forced a reassuring smile. "If I don't make it and you do, take my blackwater blade. It won't be useful to me if I'm dead, and its quite a good weapon."

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla smiled.

"Oh, ja? And what does this 'Blackwater Blade' do?"

She felt relieved that Westley at least said he would do what she asked. Whether or not he carried out the task, whether or not any of them would survive long enough in the fort to do such favors for each other, would remain to be seen. Until danger presented itself, her default attitude would be amiable, friendly, and teasing. If her time came to enter Meridia's Colored Rooms in that fort, instructions were made to others in the city to provide her husband with the money she had left him. In case she died alone. In case there was no one else left to send the message.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

"Oh, ja? And what does this 'Blackwater Blade' do?"

Westley smiled, pulled our his blade, and showed it to Kayla. He would be lying if he didn't say he was proud of it.

"It drains your enemies energy quite a bit. It's quite useful when your opponent isn't running out if energy."

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla took a step back. "So... it's like a vampire bade?" She shuddered. "I suppose that would be useful. Does it use the energy to power the sword, or to give you energy and heal you?" Kayla couldn't judge. She had used less-than-fair advantages before.