Margaret
"A difficult life indeed, being forced to work for someone else. I get the feeling they regretted their actions once your first change happened. All you needed was the right moment, and they were none the wiser. Slavery... What an abhorrent thing."

*He took another long drink from his waterskin, followed by another bite of the fish and vegetables. Rodric then looked back over to Xal-Ei, curious as to what happened next.*
Elizabeth
"You can say that again." He says, then continues, "Woke up in a safehouse, the Twin-Lamps found me collapsed and asleep and decided to take me in, not sure why. But they did, ended up staying with them for a while, they already knew I was a werecroc, so we weaponized that. They'd send me in to act as a distraction, though sometimes they'd use me as a guard." He says, "House Dres put a bounty on my head, not for being a Lycan, but for my work outside of my form. Morrowind was too hot, so I had to leave, the Twin-Lamps got me a ride on one of the ships sending freed slaves out of Morrowind. Ended up here, and I'm staying until Dres forgets about me."
Margaret
"Ah, you are fortunate to still be alive. With the long journey from a slave in Morrowind to freedom in Skyrim, I have to respect you for enduring it all. Myself, I'm here to stay because I'll receive the same looks wherever I go. That and it's the only place I'm familiar with." *Rodric paused for a moment and sighed. *
"But... You went through quite a bit to get your freedom, so I can't imagine that the escape went smoothly. I've lost my fair share of good friends over the years, it's safe to say you lost a couple yourself."

*The minotaur looked into the Argonian's eyes with a sympathetic expression. Maybe he was just assuming things, maybe his new company was luckier than he seemed, but hard life in the wild made him a bit pessimistic.*
Elizabeth
"Actually the escape went smoothly, despite me being on edge for the whole thing." He smiles, "My life is better here, even if the cold knocks me out after a transformation." He chuckles, "House Dres would be foolish to try to hunt me down here, especially since the Nords hate slavery as much as I do. So the minute they catch wind that House Dres are hunting down a slave their search party will be crushed."
Margaret
"Aye, I've been here all my life and I still don't get used to the cold, it's the reason why I wear all these pelts. Can't say it's caused me issues post-transformation, usually I can deal with the cold just fine afterwards. Those Dunmer will have a hard time here, from what I've heard Morrowind is mostly bleak badlands and swamps, quite different to Skyrim's harsh cold and dense forests. And the Nords certainly won't take kindly to slavers wandering into their country- they've already got the Thalmor to put up with, openly or not."
Elizabeth
He chuckles, "That's right, and I doubt Morrowind wants to risk an incident. Skyrim and Morrowind have been allies for quite a bit, the Nords even opened their doors to refugees during the Red Year. And the Thalmor are an enemy to both, I doubt they'll stop after just banning Talos."