Phyllis
He opens the box again, it begins levitating, "Well for one thing," He says gesturing to it levitating, "The stones themselves are fairly unique, they're reddish pink, and, as you can see, levitate, I'm not sure why they levitate, but they do."
Douglas
"They just do? Hm. Perhaps it is the will of Tiber Septim... After well... You know."

*She was hinting at a little known part of The Real Barenziah.*

"I suppose there isn't much point in sticking around. Off to Tel Mithryn then?"
Phyllis
"Indeed, let's get a move on." He says, climbing out of the cellar, reaching a hand down to help Nereva out
Douglas
*She followed him out. She had taken a liking to Galdres. Very no nonsense, focused on what he does. She admired that.*
Phyllis
"We should start moving Southeast, that'll be a direct shot there, once we have to cross a river we'll practically be there." He says, leaving the farmhouse
Douglas
*She looked around, frowning. She could see the old fort, she was wondering what it used to look like, before the Red Year. She put her spear back on her back and walked with him.*

"Sometimes I wonder what things used to look like... Before all the ash. When I see ruins, I cant help but wonder what it used to look like. Its almost overwhelming."
Phyllis
"It must have been beautiful. The Northern end of Solstheim has less ash, but more snow. The Skaal village is up there, I've visited them before, they're quite hospitable, unlike the Reiklings." He says, "Sometimes Solstheim really feels like a mix between Skyrim and Morrowind."
Douglas
"I wonder why."

*That one was sarcastic. Obviously it would feel like a mix of the two.*

"I heard that there were forests on the southern end... Where we are. I remember when i was young seeing the spriggans... Burnt, guarding something that no longer existed. It's rubs me the wrong way to think about..."
Phyllis
"Indeed, the eruption affected just about everything here and back home. It was pure devastation. I doubt even now Morrowind has truly recovered from the disasterous Red Year."
Douglas
"I met a member of House Telvanni who saw it happen. He wont even look at the mountain anymore. He lives in Skyrim now. It devastated him... I would almost feel bad if he hadn't called an argonian a farm tool 15 minutes before."

*She changed the subject to Racism. As any good conversation goes.*

"I was here when the An-Xileel invaded, they almost killed me... But i harbor no hatred for them... Why?"
Phyllis
"I harbor no hatred either, and I was on the front lines during the invasion." He says, "I can't really fault them for the invasion. The Telvanni and Dres spent a lot of time enslaving their people." He says, "And although Mournhold was the seat of Indoril, they don't really care for the finer details of our politics, to them we all participate in the crime. Whether outright or just through complacency." He says, it's clear he's had similar conversations on this
Douglas
"It pains me that we can't get along, even if complacent."

*They were passing the fort. The Mushroom tower was just barely visible in the distance.*

"Though nobody on this continent can really get along, can we? Its a miracle any sort of alliances happen at all. Like the Ebonheart Pact, or Daggerfall Covenant... All historical enemies... Fighting on the same sides. Makes you wonder if there could be some sort of peace or prosperity. Wishful thinking on my part."

*She seemed rather nihilistic. It made sense for her to be.*
Phyllis
"It takes extraordinary circumstance, I suppose. But if the Ebonheart Pact happened once, it can happen again." He chuckles, "I think if anyone can cause it it'll be the Thalmor, they have a habit of making historical enemies unite. They managed to get Hammerfell's Crowns and Forebears to actually work together for once"
Douglas
"United in Hatred, maybe."

*She frowned. She didn't enjoy these... Ashlands. When she imagined Vvardenfell... Morrowind... She imagined the southern swamps, the mushroom forests. This was just home. To some there was beauty in it. To her, it was a wasteland.*

"What's your story, anyway? There's something off about you, other than the... Well, being a Vampire. Easy to tell by the eyes."
Phyllis
"Not much to say, I was a Buoyant Armiger, and I try to keep the tradition alive." He says, "I even still write the poetry, although I keep it under lock and key." He laughs