Christine
Out of the all the High Elves Ketosha has ever seen, Lenore looked unique. Her skin was almost if a human color, there was only a bit shade of the Altmer yellow in her skin's Pigment. 

"It's better to have a friend who has served many battles with you than to hire a warrior whom claims to have face many battles. The Jarl knows who is great with a blade. Why not have somebody whom he's seen battle many foes." Lenore commented.
James
Such words let the Dunmer smirk as she took those words to heart, replying with, "It sounds like you know a thing or two about that. But I'm not gonna pry into something that is, quite obviously, none of my business."
Christine
She gave a shrug.

"Nord Culture, it's way they live life... View things. Many view it in such a tinted glasses. My kin... I dunno what to think of my kin... They think themselves as the only race to rule... They want to enslave... Eradicate Nord Culture." Lenore shook her head.