"Oh, Mi'sod, I do not swing that way. Besides, I meant the mage. As you are Dragonborn, I assume you have enough loot for several lifetimes." She then shrugs to herself.

"Who says I'm interested in love, anyways?"

"I care not for possetions, I have none, I live by the way I did when I was a slave."

"Suit yourself, Dragonborn."

"Do not tinvaak zey by daar name!"

"Alright then, alright. Don't go Shouting me off the Throat of the World or anything..."

*I hiss at you and then look out at the sea.*

*I stare angerly at her for a while then look at the darkening sky*

"I'm going for a walk."

S​he sighs once more, looking out over the ocean as well. She takes a deep breath in, savoring the smell of salt water.

"What did I say wrong?" She asks the mage as she follows him. "Really, what is the matter?"

*I walk at a brisk pace beside Kariah*

"Mi'sod knows..."

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"Knows what?"

"Mi'sod was listening on the boat."

"Mi'sod is a bit... suicidal at times," said Ko'Do'Kar, "He saved Ko'Do'Kar from some Khajiit bandits, and then proceeded to lift a rock over his head."

*I stop dead in my tracks*

"How much did you hear?"

"All about Khjaro" (I purposely spelt it wrong.)