#hyaril

Beating the Dragonborn to Sky Haven Temple had been quite the accomplishment for Samia, for once the Bosmer glad he had decided to listen to his visions. It had seemed reasonable enough to his new Altmer companion, at first, surprise the Dragonborn after three months of being gone. What Hyaril didn’t expect of course, was for Samia to want to add in his own dramatic flare to it, aka instead of waiting outside the temple like sensible people, they would get to the very end of it and wait there. The only issue was, getting through all the puzzles, which held no clues to them and symbols neither mer recognized. The day, instead of what was suppose to be a simply walk to some far off ancient temple, had become full of trying to figure out a way over every obstacle that stood in their way. All because the Bosmer wanted to to be dramatic.

First had been the bridge- in which Hyaril had gotten a little too excited with his throw. It got Samia to the other side of course, but it also caused him to hit the wall face first. After the Bosmer had lowered the bridge for Hyaril to get across, then reset it to look as though no one had been there. Then move on after taking a moment to fix the Bosmer’s clearly broken nose, they continued on. Getting past the room of trapped plates was a little easier with process of elimination. Just had to match the floor symbols to the one that didn’t catch fire. When they got to end, or at least they considered it so since there was no possible way for them to go father, Samia sat on the single chest in the room, Hyaril beside him.

The moment the Altmer saw who he only guessed to be the Dragonborn, along side two others, he moved closer to Samia. Already mistrusting of their appearance- just as the two behind the Dragonborn seemed to be of them. Hyaril’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword, ready to jump to the Bosmer’s defense if it came to that. Samia, however, grinned widely at the group.

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She knew coming to Riften was not always a good idea, but sometimes she couldn’t avoid it. Although she didn’t really like it that much either, all these scheming people and stuff. She had no idea why she came again maybe because she still had business to do here. For a moment Lia kept walking wiht the other mer sometimes answering questions. Not enough to make them too curious. Lia hated to talk about her own past, she tried to forget it.

Of everywhere in Skyrim, Riften was Hyaril’s least favorite, to the point the Altmer insisted they only come and stay for as long as it took them to gather supplies. Hyaril initially walked behind both Samia and Lia, watching both of the mer with a careful eye. Run down and pathetic, Riften certainly wasn’t the safest place. Home to the Thieves Guild, Hyaril’s guard had been up the entire time, his hand hovering close to the dagger at his side. It was not his sword, that hung at his side, there wouldn’t be a reason to draw the blade on a simple thief, a dagger and a few missing fingers would be enough of a lesson for anyone who saw them as easy marks.

He had noticed Lia slowly start to fall back away from Samia, letting the Bosmer have the lead. Eventually the mer ended up at his side. Hyaril thought nothing of it at first, simply that she preferred different company. At least until her hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled him into a nearby alleyway. Suddenly the mer felt his back against the wall and lips on his. The kiss was deep-- and Hyaril froze up for a second.

"Oh, well," the Altmer hummed, tilting his head, "Maybe, Risaamion should learn how to be honest about his feelings and we can stop playing these games."

Hyaril considers the Grey-face for a moment. It was a prying question. And, none of their business anyway. But, he decided to answer anyway.

Hyaril didn't become the Third Emissary in the Cyrodiil branch of the Thalmor Embassy by any fair means. Though, he can certainly do the job when he isn't pretending not too.

It was through nepotism, bribery and blackmail, that he climbed through the ranks. The influence of his family being used to gain him his current position. And, that also allows him to keep it, and abuse his position. 

But, he didn't become a Thalmor because he wanted to. He simply became one because he was told too by the patriarch of the family; his brother. This has left Hyaril not truly caring for the cause of the Thalmor; he simply regurgitates what he has been taught and told. He views the Thalmor as something of another set of bars around the cage that has been built around him.