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Anaril took back his hand after the quite cold introduction on behalf of Irri.

"I think archers," he said the word slowly so as to get it right, "don't shake hands," Dal said. "Something about needing their hands fresh or something." He looked at the Bosmer, "Is that right, Irriwen?"

Anaril laughed.

Irri sighed. "Yes. Sure, that's why." She said, tucking a braid of light brown hair behind her pointy ear.

Dal looked quizzically at Anaril, wondering what he was laughing at.

ANaril noticed the confused looking Dal and asked him; "What?"

Irri rolled her eyes, and took a few steps away. "Talk to you later, Dal." She said.

"Bye, Irriwen," Dal said. He turned his attention back to Anaril. "What's funny?" he asked pointedly.

ANaril stopped laughing, so he responded to Dal's question with still a slight chuckle; "Just the way you described why archers don't shake hands."

Dal squinted his eyes, lowered his brow and said in a deeper voice, "How was it funny?"

Anaril stopped laughing and gave a slight sigh; "Nevermind." He said to the orc.

Dal shrugged and looked back out into the crowd.

Irriwen, meanwhile, had removed her moccasins and was sitting on the edge of the fountain, allowing her dark feet to dangle in the pleasantly cool water.

Brandoril retreated to a shadowy spot at the edge of the courtyard. Maybe today isn't such a good day. Now I remember why I tend not to speak to others. He continued scanning the area, looking for any damsels in distress or merchants shouting about bandits.

Once J'Kavar finished his drink he proccedded to follow the others outside and sit against the fountain slilently observing the others.

Many of these people are quite vain in those abilities.

Ra'zhar sighed, sitting at the fountain. He held up his amulets; both from Elsewyr, one for himself and one for his missing brother, Ra'ziir.
Ziir... he thought. Ra'zhar shall not stop looking... But it has been nearly a year. he told himself. If the vampires didn't kill him, they turned him, or he somehow escaped. He sincerely hoped that the last of those possibilities were true.

"What are those?" Dal asked, seeing the amulets.

"Amulets from Elsewyr from Ra'zhar's parents." Ra'zhar responded. "One for Ra'zhar, one for... his brother."

"Why do you have your brother's amulet? Is he coming to meet us here?" Dal asked.

"No." Ra'zhar said. "Ra'zhar does not know where he is."

"Oh," said Dal. "Are you going to look for him?"

"When we came to Skyrim, we were attacked by vampires. He held them off and commanded Ra'zhar to flee." Ra'zhar said. "When this one went back to search for Ra'ziir, he was nowhere to be found. Corpse or otherwise."

Dal was probably not the best person for Ra'zhar to be telling this story to, for he was not very good with inference.

"So your brother disappeared? Maybe he used a spell," the Orc said.

"Ra'ziir was not a skilled mage." Ra'zhar replied. "He was a warrior through and through. Ra'zhar was the scholarly."

Gives-Out-Shadow finished his drink and followed Ra'Zhar out of the tavern he heard the last part. "your brother must have a strong arm to survive against vampires like that." he stated.