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Mannimarco creates Isira, a highly complex living phylactery clone after stealing Divayth Fyr's secrets.

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Isira Valfyren, Divayth method clone of Mannimarco. Rumarin's BFFGF.

Ps. I will not apologize for my lazy art. This is who I am.

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RIP whiskers

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Vanus Galerion, Thrall of Mannimarco

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Isn't he beautiful

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Rumarin, some hair showing and no makeu-I mean, warpaint.

Sometimes I feel like doing shitty sketches. I'm sorry.

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"I want to be the first elf to complain about living in a castle"

-Rumarin on Prouspire Manor

[His comments were so cute on this house]

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Miraak and Isira + friends pt.10

Miraak's mastery of the thu'um had been demonstrated quite thoroughly. Isira's company walked their horses at steady pace, each of them processing the gravity of the situation and worrying.

Isira's newly-adopted dragon priest boytoy was powerful-very powerful. He had utterly destroyed dangerous Ash Spawn and multiple vengeful cultists alike, with little trouble. Isira didn't even dismount Frost as he demolished them. Some of the company were having their doubts that she could contain Miraak should he decide to reinstate his old goals. Hermaeus Mora surely would not be so forgiving and simply help her again.

J'zargo and Teldryn exchanged knowing looks multiple times. Rumarin was not himself the entire morning, and this did naught but unsettle the entire company. His lighthearted and friendly nature were critical to morale. Rumarin was quiet and watchful. He was much more serious than he had ever been.

Lucien wondered what had transpired at Isira's manor. Teldryn had his suspicions that the three were involved somehow. Inigo had shut them up. The inn was not a place to be discussing their leader's personal details and the name "Miraak" was best unmentioned. Lucien was glad that Inigo was wise and brave, because the rowdy group needed to be reined back, and Lucien wasn't the one for the job. Now, though? The situation wasn't amusing or funny...for they had seen.

While the stories about Ulfric had been utter hyperbole, Miraak can and did shout people to not only pieces, but to dust, froze them solid, and other horrors with deft precision. Miraak's voice made Lucien's hair stand on his neck. His weapons were another fright altogether. The nord was terrifying, though Lucien really did want to ask him so many questions. Many, indeed.

The imperial adjusted his glove. His narrow fingers were just a tad too small for them and it irritated him to no end.

Lucien had dutifully kept record of his adventures with Isira and her company. Isira knew, and was competent, in quite a vocabulary of shouts, but she only really favored two that she would use occasionally. Miraak was over four thousand years old...had studied in Hermaeus Mora's great apocrypha for most of that time. The nord appeared to be in his thirties. It was safe to assume, he was probably much more powerful than dear Isira. Lucien couldn't make the math work for Isira's favor. He could only hope destiny had reigns on the situation and for better, not worse.

The tallest cap of Tel Mithryn came into view. Isira nudged Frost into a canter and the company followed suit. A great cloud of ash dust rolled past them as they halted their horses at the base of the great fungal fortress.

Teldryn was exited to see what the old Telvanni had to say about this. He was prepared to be thoroughly entertained, but then Isira, cruelly asked for them to wait outsiden with the horses. Even Rumarin had to stay. Rumarin looked dejected, but he did not protest. Teldryn furrowed his brows. "Fiiiine, just leeeave me here.." he lamented. Isira smiled at him but left him all the same.

Isira held the nord's hand and led him inside the Tel.

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Isira and Miraak +Rumarin ep.9

Isira blinked and opened her eyes. Rumarin was curled up next to her, his hair a mess over his pillow. She leaned up on her arm and kissed him gently.

She sat up and stretched and was surprised to find Miraak asleep on the other side. On his back, one arm across his chest, and completely nude.

'I'll have to get him something to wear while I have those disgusting robes and leathers of his cleaned.' She thought standing up.

She compared the nord to the altmer. 'Hmm... they are very nearly the same height. Rumarin a tad taller and broader in the shoulder. Miraak heavier overall, but still very similar. I bet...' Isira looked at the wardrobe nearby and walked to it and opened it.

She pulled it open and looked through Rumarin's things and pulled out a black tunic and dark brown leather breeches.

She laid them across his waist and smiled as she made her way up the stairs.

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Rumarin woke and upon feeling no Isira next to him he slung his arms wide for a nice big stretch....and struck something- suspiciously fleshy-quite hard with the back of his hand. He thought he had hit Isira, but the bellowing, followed by an explosion in the room, followed by a whirlwind of random household items, furniture and clothes, followed by the angry glaring of a naked nord, explained to him acutely, his error of thinking.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" Rumarin chanted frantically, his palms up in attempt to propitiate Miraak who looked prepared to kill him.

Isira lept down the stairs her silver eyes huge with worry. She slid to a stop and beheld the absolute disaster of the room. "Miraak did you use the thu'um in MY HOUSE?" She snarled.

"He... struck me." Miraak growled through clenched jaws, his tone icy.

"Please, forgive me.... I'm not used to... um, extra people in my bed. I was just stretching and..."

"Aarrrrgghhh!" Miraak's voice resounded through the halls of the dark elf manor. "I was having a very important dream, mey yuvonfallil...and you destroyed it!" Miraak seethed.

Isira quickly hopped over household debris and gently grabbed Miraak's hands and turned him away from Rumarin whose jaw was was still hanging.

Rumarin ran his hands through his hair and turned away in shock.

"Calm yourself, dragonborn." Isira commanded Miraak in the way he had done to her so many times before.

"Yes." He replied flatly, vitriol fading from his eyes. "It is difficult for me..." He started, but she put her fingers over his mouth. "You don't need to explain." She said quietly. "But please set Rumarin at ease, you could have killed him." Her words were gentle, but her eyes. They were narrow and afire.

She picked up the clothes she had found for him from the floor and put them in his arms.

"Both of you get ready and don't worry about the mess. I'll ask J'zargo to pick up for me. We are going to see Neloth."

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Miraak and Isira + Rumarin pt.8

Isira pulled off her boots and rubbed her sore feet. The past days events had been unbelievable, albeit not much of her life since coming to Skyrim was normal at all. It just got wilder on Solstheim.

Rumarin was washing his face in a large basin of water. His red blonde hair dark with wetness. His broad shoulders were bare and not yet dry.

Miraak was on the opposite side of the room, also bare chested. He still had his trousers and boots on and was leaned back engrossed in a Dwemer tome. His dark hair fell onto his shoulders loosely, freed from its leather tie, which was around his shapely wrist. Odd thing to notice, but Miraak had really handsome hands. He noticed her looking at him and looked back at her curiously.

The first time he had been anywhere close to 'adorable' and he nailed it, naturally.

She smiled to herself and went to the basin to wash up. Her long silver hair began to shine again as she washed and combed out the ash. Rumarin came up to her and took the comb and began gently running it through the ends. "You know I always do this for you." He said softly.

She sighed. "How did I end up in a lady's fantasy book?" She asked, genuinely curious how the hell she ended with these two men. Rumarin smiled. "I'm flattered you think I'm attractive enough to be in a lady's novel," he chuckled, "but you're the dragonborn and a bad ass in general. You get whatever you want, and that includes fool elves and legendary dragonborn nords, I guess." Rumarin set the comb down and braided her hair. "I love you, you know." Isira said, her eyes closed and head tilting to one side with drowsiness.

"I know, an honest mistake, I'm sure." He replied. "I love you too. There all done."

She turned around and put her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest.

"Let's get some rest." Rumarin said wrapping his arms around her.

They laid down on the luxury bed Isira had inherited from the ousted Severins -along with their entire dunmer-style manor.

Miraak had been watching them. Isira saw him still in the chair. "Can he come too?" She whispered to Rumarin. "Of course." He replied quietly nearly already asleep.

Isira beckoned to the nord to come lay next to her. He seemed unsure at first but quickly made up his mind.

He laid on his back, taking up the entire remaining half of the bed. He turned and looked at her, his face inscrutible, turned back to look at the curved ceiling and then closed his eyes.

She realized what a heavy burden she was responsible for. Once Miraak adjusted to living back in the mortal world, she may not have the same effect on him. She didn't understand what Kynareth wanted her to do. Miraak was powerful and she didn't think he would just forget about his plans after obsessing about them for thousands of years, and what of Mora?

She would have to ask Miraak directly. He would know the answer to both of these questions. Isira thought of Neloth. He would love to meet Miraak and would probably scold her all the same.

Miraak turned onto his side and stared at her, as was his custom, most of the time he looked at her.

"I can feel you. You are worrying." He tried to speak quietly. It wasn't really successful.

"I am." She admitted, Rumarin snoring softly behind her.

He looked at her for a moment, but then he got up and walked out of the room. Isira lay there for a moment. That certainly didn't set her mind to ease. What was he up to?

She gently rolled out from under Rumarin's arm and stepped out onto the chilly floor. Grabbing a fur cloak and wrapping it around her, she walked around the manor looking for him.

She found him preparing a hot bath. He had probably never made his own bath before. She was sure he would have had slaves or servants to do such mundane things for him. Even so, he worked expertly and in no time the stones of the bath were steaming hot. He untied his trousers and threw them into a bucket. Isira, of course, admired him. He was beautiful.

He stepped into the water and made himself comfortable, leaning his head back on the stone rim and stretching his legs out in the large bath. Miraak looked very comfortable indeed.

He finally opened his eyes and looked as her. "You fear what I still might do." His voice cut through the silence like a lightning bolt in the dead of night.

"Yes." She spoke softly, studying his face.

He didn't reply, but sank deep into the water until he disappeared. Miraak emerged a moment later, his dark hair plastered to his face and neck.

Isira set her cloak down and walked to a small dwarven cabinet and retrieved a small box containing sponges, soaps, and herbs.

He watched her as she came and sat next to him. She looked him in his one blue eye as she applied soap to the sponge.

"Allow me.." she cooed, as she gathered his long hair and began washing it gently. "Tell me about your life, Miraak." She asked firmly. Isira thought of the poor souls in the cages at his temple. She had read and heard stories of the cruelty of dragon priests and fought many of their spectres.

Miraak growled then submerged to rinse his hair of Isira's handiwork. When he reemerged she gathered and wringed the long dark hair and rolled it up into ball and secured it with a netch leather strap. She handed him the sponge. "Tell me about your life before Hermaeus Mora."

He looked at her in silence, then as if remembering was painful, his face distorted. "I don't know where to begin." He admitted. For Miraak, using words and phrases that indicated any sort of weakness did not come easy for him. He seemed to know intuitively that Isira would detect anything other than absolute authenticity.

"Were you born into being a dragon priest?" She asked curiously.

Miraak took the sponge and began scrubbing his skin as he thought about her questions and how he would answer them.

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Miraak and Isira pt.7

Rumarin noticed. He knew.

"Excuse me, Inigo. I'll be right back. Got to..well you know." The altmer said jokingly, feigning drunkeness.

"Okie." Inigo chuckled and went to talk to Lucien.

Rumarin started down the corridor and he didn't make it far before he could hear them. His heart sank. Of course he couldn't compete with mister legendary dragonborn, angry boy from the past where everyone was a hero.

But he loved her and would do anything for her. He decided to confront them. He wouldn't be surprised if Miraak killed him right there on the spot, and Rumarin didn't care.

He rounded the corner. The tall elf cast a shadow over his fiance and her legendary lover making his final thrusts. Miraak saw him, but paid him no mind.

Isira stood up slowly and pulled her silken tunic over her head. The nord tightened his belt and strode past the altmer like he didn't exist.

Rumarin stood there facing her. She felt small but she did not feel guilty. "I'm sorry if this hurt you." She said quietly. "It's far more complicated than it seems..." she added, knowing he probably would believe nothing she said to him.

He walked up to her slowly and took her chin. "I just don't want to lose you. Sex...is just sex, but love. Love is complicated." His voice was soft and elegant. Such are the differences between men and mer. She exhaled loudly. "Rumarin..I.." he didn't let her finish. He kissed her. He was so soft and smelled so good, gentle but firm. There was no divine hallucinations, but she didn't want them. With him there was acute presence. Nothing but being with him.

Rumarin kissed her deeper and more aggresively and she responded in kind. He was so very soft and strong with his kissing. She was in ecstasy under the touch of his lips and tongue.

Miraak was sitting at the table and watched them with his ever intense gaze.

Then Rumarin picked her up against the curved wall of the cornerclub and ran his hand under her tunic. She whimpered under his touch and encouraged him. He skillfully unlaced her short pants so he could push them aside, and he slowly penetrated her, her long legs hanging over his arms.

They had their moment and when they were finished, Rumarin kissed her. "I love you, Isira. Please don't forget." He set her back down on her feet and helped her with her tunic. He looked down at her with his pale eyes. She looked up back and him and chuckled. "I love you too, you fool." He laughed softly and tied his jerkin up as he walked past Miraak meeting his gaze. There was a message in their eyes and each understood eachother perfectly.

Isira stood in the corner for a moment. "I hope no one else comes back here." She said quietly, tying her tunic.

-And for the first time in many, many years, Miraak laughed at a joke.

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Miraak and Isira pt.5

Rumarin narrowed his watering blue eyes as they focused on the shapely form belonging to Isira as she stood atop the ash hill alongside a towering nord. Rumarin focused his attention on the stranger. The nord's robes were strange and based on the dragon shouting Rumarin had heard, it was no ordinary nord. "Wonderful." He muttered sarcastically with his Alinorian accent. Rumarin reluctantly began walking towards them.

Miraak shealthed his sword and looked to Isira who was telling him to relax with her eyes, cool as winter moons.

Rumarin slowly walked up to Isira and took her into his arms and kissed the top of her head, eyeing Miraak. "I'm glad you're back and.." He grabbed her gently and looked her over. "Seem to be in one piece." He finished. "Things...went well? I'm assuming?" He asked continuing to look at Miraak. 'Gods be, this nord is good looking.' Rumarin thought. 'Great.' He chewed on his cheek.

Isira looked between them both. So far so good, at least on Rumarin's side of things. Miraak was silent and glaring at Rumarin. Isira decided that was as good as it was going to get.

"Yea I'm fine. I missed you." She said hugging him.

"As you can clearly see, I've brought him back with me. He's on our side." She said matter-of-factly looking at her companions' faces.

Teldryn erupted into laughter. "Bahahaha haha sheh heh" He cackled. "Is that sooo?" He replied with his ever critical and singsong tone.

Isira felt Miraak tense up before he even moved. "Miraak" she said his name sharply, looking at him with intensity as he stepped forward aggressively.

Lucien and J'zargo stepped back, shuffling behind Inigo and Teldryn.

"Do not piss it off, foolish dark elf. It will dragon shout at us." J'zargo hissed.

"My friend, I trust you know what you are doing. I trust you. If you say he is friend, then that is what he is. We should leave this place quickly." Inigo always had her back.

She smiled at him. "Thank you Inigo." She gently pulled herself from Rumarin's arms and grabbed Miraak by the glove and brought him forward towards the group.

"This..this is Miraak. The first dragonborn." She announced to them. Miraak stood tall and regal as he always did.

"FROM THE MERETHIC ERA??!" Screeched Lucien with unbridled exitement. Inigo covered his ears. "Ziss'vo!!" yowled J'zargo also covering his own tufted ears.

Miraak looked at Isira with incredulous indignation. "Yes." She replied quietly. "Please, treat him with great respect and kindness. He has been through much and has been away for a very long time from our world. And please, I beg you. Do not piss him off."

Lucien, surprisingly came forward and offered his hand staring up in awe at the tall nord. "It is truly an honor to meet you, as a scholar, I am at your disposal if you need any information abou-"

"I have read every book from your world and more, that will never be." Miraak said coldly but then gave his hand to the small imperial man.

Lucien's lip quivered a moment. He nodded politely and stepped back. "Thank you Lucien." Isira smiled.

"He's very intimidating." Lucien whispered to Inigo.

"Hello Miraak, I am Rumarin." The Altmer bowed politely.

"You mean much to her." Miraak stated flatly, his eyes boring into Rumarin. "I'm..uh...gladdened to hear it." Rumarin replied awkwardly. He looked to Isira, his eyes full of worry.

Isira's faint smile pulled flat. She could feel undertones of threat in Miraak's demeanor.

Miraak was used to getting his way. For thousands of years he got his way. It was going to be a dangerous habit to break.

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Miraak and Isira pt.3

His eyes opened and blinked and for a moment, he thought he was having another of Mora's tortuous dreams- but it wasn't. The aurora was shining like a silk ribbon across the dark ashen sky. His blue eye shined with its reflection, his blind eye reflected nothing. He brought his hands to his chest. Naked. Real.

He was free and alive. Miraak sat up. Remembering the events of the past day. His battle with Isira, Mora, and escape from the Apocrypha.

Isira. The last dragonborn.

He turned and met her silver eyes. They shone brightly in the rich light of the Solstheim night. She was still naked as well. The lights highlighted her delicate elven form. She was lithe and muscular. Her silver hair fell in a long silken sheet across her back, shining in the multicolored light. Her arms were crossed and resting on her knees. She watched him silently, her expression contemplative.

"Something happened." He said finally, with his resonant voice.

Isira laughed softly. "Yes..it did."

He narrowed his eyes. He did not tolerate being made a fool of. "I mean, I heard voices, and felt some sort of divination before.." He snapped, standing quickly, his fists tightening as he faced her.

"Kynareth spoke to me." Isira replied calmly, not bothered by his angry display. She looked him over since he was offering the view. 'Damn..' she thought. 'How was she going to explain this to Rumarin." She averted her eyes.

"Kyne?" He replied, puzzled. For his experience was different...a dark voice had spoken to him. A powerful and ancient might, urged him to chase his animalistic desires. 'Take her and grow stronger.' He remembered. It wasn't Mora, it was...older.

She watched him as he relaxed and digested this revelation.

"Are we aspects of Kyne and Shor? The great Fox and Hawk." He muttered.

"You are wiser than I." Isira replied calmly as she gathered her armor. "You are very, very old." She added as she slipped into her underclothes. Miraak still stood as a statue. His mind at work.

"Time does not pass in the way it does on the mortal realm. If not for my power and Mora's....influence, I would have succumbed and become undead, as the seekers are." His voice was beautiful, like a divine. Isira thought. He was just a beautiful creature, even if he was half-blind and Apocrypha scarred. She thought of Rumarin. She would have to tell him what happened...and introduce them. She was afraid of what Miraak would say to her lover and companions.

"You have someone already." Miraak stated matter-of-factly. "You are afraid, Dragonborn." He picked up his mask from the ash and wiped it clean. "Fear no mortal man." He met her gaze. "We are bound by the true gods of this land. Your petty love-things mean nothing."

Isira slung Shadowsong onto her back and scowled at him as she approached, her face stony.

"Do not misunderstand." He stated authoritatively, his face close to hers. "I will not interfere with your....'life'....as long as it does not stand in the way of what must be done." His eyes were intense as usual.

Isira softened and looked away. "I still don't understand what is being asked of me." She admitted, looking out at the sea.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her close and she did not resist him. "We must do as we are bid. We must." His words were true. Miraak was persuasive and exerted his influence effortlessly. She could imagine him every bit the cruel but charismatic ruler. "Why did we..." she whispered, her voice trailing off.

He grabbed her face, the soft leather of his gloves cradled her face and he looked deep into her eyes. "You felt it." He said intensely through his tightened jaw. He looked down and away then back at her. "I can't explain it, but I can't deny what I feel...when you flew in on Sahrotaar and walked to me, I felt I might fall to my knees. Me. The most powerful mortal creature in this world. I already knew you. I already....had feelings for you that were always there and never there....coexsisting." he whispered. He looked puzzled and his hand fell away from her face. "I am considerably weakened by this and yet when we are together...I feel invigorated. I don't understand why I'm telling you any of this." He tightened his jaw.

She could feel his anger rising. Without thinking she stroked his cheek with the softness of her hand. "All will be made clear, I'm sure." She whispered soothingly. "The important thing is that Hermaeus Mora was thwarted and whatever malignant plans you had died as well. You made it back without my soul."

"The weak always view the powerful as villains." He said defiantly, in his resonant voice. She eyed him suspiciously. She could feel he was very bitter about that, but that he was grateful to be free of Hermaeus Mora. "And there will be a cost..." He added quietly, his voice melancholy.

Isira turned from him, his eyes still following her.

She thought about his words, all of them. What Miraak had said about feelings... that's exactly the feeling she had with Rumarin.

What the hell was going on?

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Isira Valfyren

Soul Clone of Mannimarco

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Ep.11 Ancestors and Pies

Rumarin began his decent down the twisted, sandy path. The tunnel was well-lit with many shell sconces, each holding a magical candle. Light shone through from the room around the gentle bend of the tunnel. Floral, musky incense filled the air, giving the circular room a hazy, mystical aura. In the center of the room was a large pillow that functioned as a sofa. It was made of khajiiti silks and cotton and was very colorful. In the center of the cushion sat Deriki'ko the khajiit sage. She was gray of fur with white and cream markings. Her long gray locs cascaded over her shoulders and down to her waist. Her milky eyes betrayed her blindness, but she already knew he was there.

"Rumarin." She beamed, with a kind expression. She held out a small, delicately clawed hand. He reached out to her and she squeezed his hand.

"Warm." She smiled as she released him.

"Deriki'ko has already seen your soul story. She knew it would be bound to Isira and her progenitor, Mannimarco."

Deriki'ko lit a tightly bound bundle of dried herbs and flowers. The pink smoke billowed forth, like warm mist over a cool valley, its edges thick and defined as it flowed like a phantom river.

Rumarin's pale eyes glittered with the reflection of the ethereal scene. "The sands of time have whispered to me." She said gravely. "Of knowledge hidden...and forbidden." She added, her voice trailing into a whisper.

"Your parents were Vanus Galerion and one of his apprentices, Jhiannon Avalyn. Conceived not of love, but to protect the people from Vanus himself. It is known that Vanus fell during his battle with Mannimarco, his ever rival become nemesis. What is not freely known, is that Vanus' corpse was enthralled by the Worm King....and remains, to this day, a shambling slave."

Rumarin swallowed hard. His throat felt dry. "Oh..." he mumbled absently.

Deriki'ko nodded silently. "Galerion was not ignorant of this risk, and thus prepared a safety. You, my dear boy. For when the Great Mage was sundered, his soul departed into a hidden stone on his body, sympathetically linked. Jhiannon with sorrow, holding the link, kissed the stone and imparted its contents with a ritual into her womb. While Vanus held love for no one, Jhiannon had very much loved the enigmatic mer, and before her end, you too, Master Rumarin. They did this so that the thrall of Vanus would only be a husk, fraction of his formal power. No more useful to Mannimarco than any other learned Altmer mage." She folded her arms and sat quietly, her wise face now inscrutable.

Rumarin's face wrinkled perceptibly as he tried to "feel" for a presence in his consciousness. "Can he read my thoughts and...everything.." he finally said with worry.

The elderly khajiit laughed heartily. "He is as aware of you as a babe asleep at his mother's breast." She replied calmly.

"Stay away from my breasts..." Rumarin whispered aggressively into his collarbone.

Deriki'ko laughed.

"Does he know about Isira?" Rumarin asked worried. His thoughts went to imagining himself being controlled by a spirit within him, spurring him to defeat an old enemy.

"I do not know." The old khajiit replied.

Steps echoed down the corridor, followed shortly thereafter by the altmer woman. "I brought you some pies, dear." She said kissing the khajiit on the top of her head. She set the platter down and turned to Rumarin.

"Isira waits for you." She said softly.

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J'zargo can't help himself even if it's horrible.

Its the doomdrum.

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