Andre
"Thank you, brother. It may be some time before I have come to terms with my father's passing, but last I heard, it was the ash spawn that claimed his life, those accursed things. By Boethiah, they will face retribution. At least my many years were not completely wasted- I learned much of battle from my time exploring."
Eric
"Yes, I heard you left Morrowind to see what Tamriel had to offer. I'd be glad to hear what you learned." He says, "Leave the Ash Spawn to me, Captain Veleth has proved to be a fine Captain in your father's stead, and I've been working with him to get to the bottom of the Ash Spawn problem."
Andre
*Tharys held in his breath for a moment and sighed.*

"Very well, but know that I am eager to combat them. I remain loyal to Raven Rock, and should there be no luck, I will join the fight. At any rate, I learned so much in my many years of travel. I spent quite a bit of those... Thirty six, thirty seven years in Elsweyr far to the south. Much of the land was harsh jungle, but some was more arid deserts, a bit like home to be honest. Tell me, what do you know of it, and the native Khajiit?"
Eric
"Only a little. Nothing I know of them you don't know already, their forms depend on the moons they are born under, moon sugar is grown in plantations, and is necessary for their religion. They are members of the Dominion, likely because they are being misled by the Altmer."
Andre
"Indeed. Of course, moon sugar is used in more than religious rites, it's quite a big part of their cuisine as well- it turns out that most Khajiit have a sweet tooth. Of course, their constant use of the substance lends them a natural tolerance, one that for a time I was unfortunate enough to not possess. But there is a deeper aspect to their culture that drove me there to begin with, that being what they call *Khrass-zha'ja,* The Claw-Dances. They are a form of martial arts and self-expression through physicality. Instead of merely reducing one's movement, they are based on reveling in that movement, that intense energy."

*As he spoke, Tharys moved about the room, smiling and speaking with pride for the foreign cultures of which he knew so much.*

"The story goes that they were invented by several monks long ago in the Merethic Era. Their temple had been razed by tyrannical warlords, and in their exile they studied and turned their meditation into the power that is the Claw-Dances. It was with those techniques that they taught the peasantry to fight back, and they did not forget what they could do once the tyrants were gone. They still remain very important to their society, and within the first few months of my arrival in Senchal, I had been granted the honor of learning such traditions."
Eric
"Sounds interesting, maybe I'll find the time to learn some day." He says with a smirk, "But I'll need to see it to believe it. Maybe you can show me what you can do. Not now, though, in proper combat."