#urag

Urag: *glances over at him* hello?

Taliesin: *suddenly steps up* hi hello I’m his interpreter while his tongue heals. We’re looking for books on elder scrolls please.

Urag: Oh really now? Whose asking?

Taliesin: The dragonborn and his companion.

Urag: *looks at flynt*

Flynt: *blind and now slowly recovering from getting his tongue repaired so he can speak, just smiles*

I felt like drawing some Orcs, so here are some Orcs!

“Is it true what they say then?” Brelyna’s red eyes keep glaring at Dayla. “You ... and that Thalmor?” “He has a name, Brelyna.” The dunmer girl snorts. “He also has a past, just in case you forgot. Or did you? Did you forget Savos Aren?” Dayla shakes her head. She has decided to speak to Brelyna first, considering they were quite close during Dayla’s time at the College. “I didn’t forget him. But this isn’t about the past.” “Oh, no.” Now it’s Brelyna shaking her head. “It’s about the trouble you got yourself into for messing around with the Thalmor. I’m sorry, Dayla, but I can’t help you here.”

Urag listens to Dayla carefully, then hesitates. “I do get the situation, but what would you want me to do here?” Her courage falls. “The last time I came here with Ancano, the two of you actually got along quite well once you started to talk about arcane literature, and so I thought ... since you seemed to, kind of, appreciate him ...” “As I said,” Urag interrupts, “I get the situation. I’m asking what you want me to do. I’m a librarian, not a battlemage, and I’m not sure how books will help you here.”

Dayla swallows hard. “You won’t help.”

“You’re not listening,” he growls. “I will do what I can. Only you must come up with a plan first. I can find almost any answer in the Arcanaeum - but I need the right questions to do so.”

“Seriously?” Nirya hisses, tossing back her hair and eyeing Dayla disdainfully. “You want me to get in trouble for that ... that treacherous spy?”

“You found him rather handsome,” Dayla reminds her. Nirya twists her mouth. “Apparently, you’ve come to the same conclusion. But unlike you, I don’t let handsomeness stand in the way of my own sanity and reason. I also said he couldn’t be trusted.” 

She gives Dayla a baneful stare. “You, however, seem quite bedazzled by his attention. So that Thalmor fancied you, for a while. You sure pleased and entertained him well. And now you seriously think there’s more to it? You believe that tale of the Emissary holding him captive so that you obey? Don’t fool yourself. You may be the Dragonborn, but you’re a bosmer. You’ll never be enough for a true Altmer, and particularly not for a Thalmor. They are classy. Superiorly bred. They just don’t fall for a slut from Valenwood. Face the truth, wood elf: As you stand here, Ancano is most likely sitting in a garden of Alinor, sipping wine, enjoying the sea view and laughing about how very foolish you are.”