(we are in cyrodil we just got out of a tavern in a city in cyrodil and now we are headed to the imperial city, in cyrodil. we will eventually go to all of the provinces in skyrim)

(( All the provinces in TAMRIEL :P))

(yup lol it's the last war of tamriel what you expect lol)

"Hmph. I like the rush of combat but... sometimes, I like to find other ways to have fun. Be it drink or pipe, or something a little more intimate, I need a break from fighting every now and then."

She then readjusts the wolf she is carrying on her shoulder. 'I wonder what they're thinking, seeing a small woman like me carry around a dead animal the size of me.'

"Like hunting."

"Mmm, dinner..."

*Sharsosah lands and gazes at the wolf. His muscular body and wings pump with dovah blood and he gazes at the ugly khajiit.*

"Kissari watch out behind you!" yelled Alexa opening her eyes to a dragon behind Kissari

"Drem, peace, I mean no harm."

"Sharsosah? What are you doing here?"

'Vir los Paarthurnax? Zu'u lost ni grind mok ko lingrah tiid.'

"Rok los pruzah, los pruzah tinvaak dii zul."

(( Ugly? Pah! Kissari is the most BOOTY-ful woman evar! :D ))

"Dinner? I'm afraid you'll have to ask nicely, Mr. Dragon. Or you could, you know, hunt for yourself. Or, is a big dragon not so big, after all?"

She winks at him in a non-flirtatious way, looking back over to the group of fellow mortals/the Nerevarine.

"Who's ready for a wolf stew?"

"Liisisisissss... Mortals... Zu'u los Sharsosah, ahrk hi?"

{He's a dragon with a different sense of 'beuty', and I don't like your lustful character.}

'I am no mortal, dovah.' Sauriil then shakes his head to Kissari's offer, 'I have no need for food. Besides even if I did I would never eat flesh.'

"I see someone who has gone through turmoil, tell me Strun, what happened?"

(it's Sauriil)