Leslee
"I'd do the same."

*Guards saw her walking with this Argonian. She had more authority, they could not do a thing to her.*

"I love both of my peoples. But we can be so closed minded."
Isabelle
"Mmmhm. You've showed In-Her-Drinksh great kindnessh by talking."

**The argonian finishes off her wine and drops the empty bottle into some snow piling up near the brazier.**

"Why do you fight for Shtormcloaksh?"
Leslee
"It's... Well... To put it simply, the Empire is Dying, and has no place governing us anymore. My father fought in the War, from start to finish. His friends wouldn't have died if they just signed the treaty. But they didn't. I want a Free Skyrim, free of any elves trying to govern who we worship, merely because its an affront to their own religion. When we win, we can prepare ourselves to fight the Dominion. But I won't submit to an Empire ruled without the Dragon Blood."

*She threw her bottle in the same pile. It would just get snowed over, broken, and become part of the ground some day.*
Isabelle
**In-Her-Drinks shrugs.**

"Don't care for politicsh." **She says simply.** "Jusht want the coin to get out of Windhelm."

**She glances at Dasil.**

"You fight in any battlesh yet?"
Leslee
"A skirmish or two... We won. The Empire doesn't realize how serious we are yet. Most of my combat comes from when i was a Vigilant. It's not good to be faced with such evil's everyday, lingering right under your nose ...."
Isabelle
"You should not talk about Shatter-Shield sho loudly."

**In-Her-Drinks grins at that, fiddling with feathers that hugged her neck.**