Elizabeth
Footsteps outside the door, they stop, and a knock. "*Vaelede, your presence has been requested by the Council.* The voice is gruff and stern
Pamela
*She was nervous, she had been anticipating this since she had been told it would happen. She was looking her best at all times, despite never leaving the guest chambers.*

"Of course. I'll be there as soon as possible."
Elizabeth
The guard nods, "You are expected there as soon as possible." He says, walking away.
Sallie
After a moment Umanym arrives, "It's the big day." He says, "I'll walk you there, it's never fun to go alone."
Pamela
*She spoke softly.*

"Why must guards always be so... Rude."

*She looked at Umanym.*

"Then you've been under the council then? Well... Before the council?"
Sallie
"It's not that they're rude they just... Are a prickly bunch." He says with a chuckle, "Just about anybody who's anybody here has been before the Council. As a Scout-Captain I'm before them quite a bit."
Pamela
"Do you have any idea what they'll ask of me?"

*She hadn't been before any sort of council since her own City was destroyed. She was getting more nervous the more they walked
Sallie
"It's probably just going to be asking questions about your tribe, any history that should be recorded, beliefs, how they died, so on." He says, "I can't imagine it'll be easy for you, but they deem it necessary. Wear your lore as your armor, as they say."
Pamela
"They wouldn't see me as cowardly? Leaving while my people died? Thats what I always saw it as... Cowardice."

*Survivor's guilt. She was unfamiliar with the term.*
Sallie
"Survival is important. You lived, you can tell their stories, in a way your people live on through you." He says, "A lot of the elders from back in the day felt the same, like they were cowards for allowing their people to survive another day, just because many others didn't. But here we are now, alive, thriving,"
Pamela
*She reached into her pouch. It was a very, very large book, handwritten in Ayleidoon.*

"This was written by an elder in case of... Disaster. It's a composite history of our people, from when we split off from Nenalata and onto our own city, our "Disappearence", our accounts of the Empire, our little cultural things."

*She sighed.*

"This is all that is left."

*She was referring to the book and herself.*
Sallie
He nods, "It was wise of them to write such a book, a contingency." He says, "The Council will want to know of it, likely give it off to the Loremasters to read through and transcribe, make a copy to have in our libraries."
Pamela
"Our culture was very different I would say."

*She pointed at herself.*

"I'm not clad in Auroran or Aldmer styled armor, we were... Very sophisticated savages. We hadn't the means to farm, we hunted and gathered. Valenwood was the right place for such a thing."
Sallie
"Much like the Bosmer do." He says, "I'm sure the skills of your people will do much to assist the tactics of the Alasilanda."
Pamela
*They were asummedly coming up onto the Coucil chamber.*

"I suppose they would want you here either way, you found me."