Jerry
*A curious sight. A full camp. But nobody was there. The fire was gently burning, there was a rabbit hanging from a tent, and the tent had a made bedroll. But nobody was there. It was like it was stopped in time...*
Joyce
"*Great. Another traveller I need to get out of here. Or kill.*" He mumbles to himself in Ayleidoon, casting blink to briefly hide himself as he moves closer to the campsite
Jerry
*Approaching the camp, the travelers belongings were odd. Welkynd stones for one, two very visible next to a knapsack. There was an ancient elven dagger there too.*
Joyce
"Intriguing..." He says, "Either this is some adventurer who explored the old ruins, or one of my Scouts didn't report back." He takes a look around, looking for any signs of the owner
Jerry
"Auran Mathmeldi."

*It came from somewhere, though where was questionable. It was ayleidoon. Welcome, Exiled.*
Joyce
"*And you aren't?*" He asks the air in response, speaking in fluent Ayleidoon, "*For if the lore is right, weren't we all driven from home.*"
Jerry
*"Some hid in plain sight."

*She appeared on a ridge near the campsite. She did not wear what he wore. She looked primitive, tribal.*

*"But i never expected to see another one of us. Not after what those... Aldmer did to our city."*

*She didn't seem to know that Altmer were different.*
Joyce
"*You speak as though the Aldmer are still around.*" He says with a laugh, "*They're long gone, the __Alt__mer wish they were the Aldmer, even still refer to their rule as the 'Aldmeri Dominion',*" He says with air quotes, "*But they are nothing like the Aldmer. Their currently on a crusade to wipe out the worship of one of these people's Ehlnada.*" 

He looks her up and down, "*You don't look like you're from here.*
Jerry
*"They slaughtered Gori-Agea in Valenwood. We were an isolated him group... Who went into hiding before even the Alessian Order. I don't know anything past that point... Other than some sort of war that happened in Cyrod. I believe i may be the sole survivor of my Tribe."*

*She descended down from the Ridge. The only thing that looked entirely Ayleid was her staff... Perhaps her group was of a different culture.*