Diane
*The intruder sputtered and choked as the potion slid down her throat, forcing her awake and out of consciousness. Her eyes widened and she looked between the two of them, an expression of panic on her face.* "Wait, wait, what are you doing?"
Kenneth
He tensed up upon hearing the girl's voice, clearly surprised but it didn't change the fact she had attacked them. "Who *Are* You?" He asked bitterly, not caring if he ignored her question.
John
He reaches into his bag, grabbing a scroll, "And what in Oblivion were you doing attacking us in the middle of the night?!" He barks, he leans over to Celenaris, "I've got a scroll, detects enchantments, I'll look her over and remove any enchanted jewelry, don't want her to have any advantages."
Kenneth
He felt unsure, clutching Elthren's sleeve. "But what if she really is just some girl and— I don't know!" He eventually let go and sighed, feeling indifferent. "I still have that dart if she tries anything." He muttered, shaking any doubts away.
John
"Girl or not she attacked us. Ambushed us in the middle of the night, she's likely trained to disuade." He says, "I'm not taking chances, Auri-El would be much displeased if I died in such a stupid way. And I won't fail the chantry."
Diane
*She held up her chin stoically, looking between the two of them and trying not to show them that she was shaken up.* "You're thieves. I was hired to reclaim stolen property." *A look of panic flicked across her face at the mention of taking enchanted jewelry and she quickly shook her head.* "Wait, wait, no, you can't do that!"
Kenneth
"Thieves?!" He snapped in her direction. "Don't act like you're any better! Intruding and attacking us!" He huffed, turning towards Elthren. "Use the scroll." He muttered.
John
He nods, "On it." He uses the scroll, his eyes light up, he looks at Tadanae, "Let's see what you've got."
Diane
*The only enchanted item she was wearing was an amulet around her neck, bearing the sign of Azura.* "Hey, hey, you don't have to do that!" *She insisted, the panic plain as day on her face as she began to struggle, trying to wriggle out of the ropes.*
Kenneth
"I don't see why we shouldn't. You're clearly hiding something if there's this much *Protest."* He accused skeptically. "What enchantment does she have anyways?" He asked Elthren.
John
"Scroll doesn't tell me what enchantment, but whatever it is it's lighting up." He steps close to her, "Stop struggling or I'll tear the necklace off." He says serious, pulling one of his throwing knives out, he stabs it in the tree threateningly, and he starts removing the necklace
Diane
*Dani gulped and went still, her eyes growing wide as the knife sank into the tree. As the necklace stopped touching her skin, the color suddenly faded from her skin and hair.*
Gloria
"Fuck..." *She said weakly, looking down as she was revealed to them as a Falmer, just like both of them.* "This... This isn't what it looks like. I swear. I'm... I'm an albino."
Kenneth
He stood there, with a puzzled expression. "Albino? What is she talking about, Endelor? What was so special about the necklace?" Confusion was clear in his voice as he tried to piece together what had just happened.
John
He starts laughing, walks up to Celenaris and whispers, "Seems we've got another Snow Elf." And starts laughing again, clapping his hands together
Kenneth
His eyes widened upon hearing those words. "What?!" He backed up instinctively. "You're not serious! That's impossible!"
Gloria
*She resumed her struggles, assuming that there were discussing what kind of price they'd get for a snow elf.* "I'm an albino! Really! Looks are deceiving! I'm a Bosmer, I swear!"
Kenneth
He approached the sound of Danae's voice, stopping once he knelt, being face-to-face with her. "I'm going to ask you this once, who *Are* You?" He questioned more calmly this time, almost in a comforting tone. As if he was directly looking at her, he was visibly in disbelief but he was trying to remain composed.
John
"Answer the nice man's question, please, indulge us." He says, "And quit messing with the ropes, or I'll make them tighter."
Gloria
*She clenched her jaw, glaring up at him.* "Like I said, I'm an albino. My name is Tadanae Riverstone, and I'm a healer in Markarth."
Kenneth
He sighed, pausing for a moment with great hesitation. He removed his cowl, and showing Danae the same pale skin and silver hair as she. "Will you tell me who you are now?" He questioned quieter this time.
Gloria
*Shock spread across her face and she stared up at him, unable to speak for a long moment. Before she dropped her head again and stared down at the ground.* "Danaevena Caerwen," *She whispered, her shoulders slumping.*
John
He sighs, "Softie." He says jokingly, pulling down his cowl, "And where are you from? Know anything about a string of disappearances around the Velothi Mountains?"
Gloria
*Her shock only grew as she stared at Elthren, tears starting to flood her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she sighed and leaned back against the tree behind her.* "I... May be from there. But I can't tell you what's going on there. It would only get all of us killed."
Kenneth
He bit back a retort to Elthren's joke as he listened to Danae's hesitant response. "I know you may not trust us, but you and I are one in the same. What is said here, stays here." He attempted to give Danae a reassuring smile. "I can assure you nothing will happen to them but that means there's still hope for our kind, don't you understand?"
John
"Caerwen... Cawerwen... I recognize that name from somewhere," He paces, "He was a... Prelate, right? I think I read about him during my studies..."
Gloria
*Sighing, she shook her head.* "No. You don't understand. If you go there, it's a death sentence. Even if you're like us. There's no guarantee you'll live to find out what's there." *Her jaw clenched at Elthren's comment, and she sighed, shaking her head.* "Yes. That... Would be my grandfather."
Kenneth
"But what *Is* It that's there? If you can just get us to understand, we can figure something out." He turned his head in Elthren's direction, confused. "Who was her grandfather? And where did you learn about him?"
John
"The Chantry, I told you about it not long ago, it's up in the mountains somewhere, but I can't find it. But that's not important now. We have direct confirmation there's more Snow Elves out there." He looks at Danaevena, "You have to tell us how to get there."
Gloria
*She shook her head, refusing to look up at them.* "No. I won't. If you go there, you'll die. And I'm not going to have the deaths of two of my kin on my conscience."