#zoeena

@cattledie If I step in one more bloody pile of skeever shit, I'll turn this job into an assassination, Zoe thought as she slunk along the fortress's corridors. Some Dunmer woman had requested that the thief perform a theft. Apparently her husband had left her and stole some very valuable items from her. So, naturally, the ex-wife wanted them back. Just the kind of thing that the Sparrow contracted for. Seeing the cause as legitimate, the sea elf accepted and here she was. Stepping in skeever shit to get jewelry. Lovely life. Perfect. Zoeena had managed to sneak all the way to the basement without being spotted. The bandit leader had taken out a late group to perform a raid, and left a few behind the guard the place. Not enough to stop her, obviously, or the most observant, but it was just enough to make her cautious. So, when she heard footsteps nearby, she darted into the first room she found that had no light coming from underneath the door. That was a mistake. The womer went to observe her surroundings after the bandit had passed, only to come face to face with someone else. She had just been about to throw a dagger at his throat when she stopped. He was in chains. Letting go of her weapon, she looked at him. If he was a criminal, or dangerous, she couldn't let him go. But if he was innocent... "What happened to you?"

@booksandbrimstone Zoe loved the stars as well, which is why she was so eager to come out here with the mage. Sure it was cold, but she had suffered through worse weather. And she completely agreed with Fi. The mer turned her head to look at the other and grinned at her enthusiasm. She reached over and lightly grasped the woman's hand. "Very beautiful." And she wasn't just talking about the sky.

@booksandbrimstone She felt sorry for Fi, that she had to deal with such things so young. Zoe counted herself lucky that she had her uncles and her brother. But then again, she never quite felt the same way the Breton did. She was sad that Tinensa had died, yes, but she didn't have the same sort of depression about it. The mer understood, but at the same time could not. She looked at Fi without judgement, just compassion. Zoeena figured she didn't need to be told "I'm sorry" again. That was one thing she could relate to. "I met an Altmer boy in the jungle when I was exploring, just a few years older than I was at the time. He had run from the Thalmor because he didn't want to be apart of it. Despite what I had been told about them and what they had done, I decided to help him. Being only six, I couldn't cover my tracks very well." She scratched Dodger's ears as he trotted past. It only made him leap up onto the chair with her and demand more pets. If he kept this up into adulthood, Zoe feared that she would one day be crushed under his fluffy mass. There were worse ways to go. Like how she was about to describe. "Eldrin found out very quickly and accused the boy of trying to steal me away. He brought him out to the village, shouting his lies, which I didn't understand at the time. Everyone came out to see what was happening, and that's exactly what he wanted. When he had the crowd he desired... He executed him. Cut his head off, right there in front of everyone. In front of me. A child." The pup on her lap huffed once, as of indicating that he didn't approve with the action either. "That's when I realized that maybe Eldrin wasn't right about everything. Maybe I didn't have to agree with what he he told me to believe. Maybe Eldrin Navis was a bad man. Turns out I was right."

halforcsmash Her grimace turned into a glare just long enough to speak. "That's kinda hard to do when you're bleeding out, but thanks for the advice!" She gripped her wound with one hand, attempting to staunch the flow of blood. Her free hand used a dagger to defend herself from the flurry of sword strokes coming her way. Even in her somewhat dizzy state, Zoe managed to slice the dragur's wrist. It shrieked and paused, giving her time to cut off its hand. The mer could emphasize with that, but at the moment, she wasn't feeling too sorry for it. But she was feeling sorry for the orc. She could barely defend herself and here he was surrounded by enemies. She just had to get hurt and leave him hanging, didn't she? Now wasn't the time to beat herself up though. The dragur were taking care of that already.