#seewul

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Seewul hadn’t spoken to Korgul’s sister much if at all before, and thus was surprised when she approached him and placed a ring of flowers on his head while he sat in the main hall of Jorrvaskr. He was silent for a moment, before he looked at Zhugul, his head tilting somewhat, though not enough to risk the flowers falling off of his head.

“What are these for?” he asked, his tone curious and showing no signs of displeasure.

“My brother likes you.” She stated simply as she say down next to him, “And my brother doesn’t like many people. Especially people that he considers ‘like him’.” She smirked slightly as she said it, picking at a sweet roll.

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“WHERE IS HE?!?” The Nord woman threw open the doors of Jorvasskr, limping slightly still. Her eyes were a beautiful purple colour from the broken nose she had also earned in her spar, but she still pulled off looking angry. 

Seewul paused, his head tilting slightly in confusion. After a moment, though, he stood, facing the half-orc, and nodding.

“Alright. Something important?”

Korgul hmmed for a moment, clearing his throat. 

“I know that when you’re in close quarters with someone, or a member of a group such as the Companions, feelings develop. Relationships happen. I’ve been guilty of such myself, at least developing feelings for someone that I shouldn’t.” 

The warning came just in time, because just as Vialgo’s attention turned towards the voice, the runaway wolfhound came barreling through the throng of people, directly at the Imperial. There was just enough time for him to step to the side before the animal dashed by, barely inches away, followed by the pair of men chasing after it.

“Ah... Thank you for that, stranger,” he started, turning to see who it was that had warned him. He was surprised at the Argonian’s size, but still managed clear his throat, smiling and giving him a grateful nod. “You probably saved my life there. That dog was about the size of a small horse.”

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