Judy
*Here again. Always here. She was growing a bit of disdain for some of the people in her own city. She was having dinner after "Patrol" Which had just become taking note of entering ships at the docks because of her broken arm. She was eating some sort of chicken and saltrice dish, and while not having the Armor on her, she had the Mace.*
Mary
"Stendarr's mercy it's cold out there." A man says as he enters the cornerclub, just by looking at him you can tell he's a Vigilant, although he sort of... Holds himself differently than the others, "Mead, please, Ambarys." He says, placing a *Generous* Fistful of septims on the counter, he almost doesn't notice the woman clad in the Crusader Relics, but when he does it's clear that he's *Shocked* About it, he holds his tongue, though.
Judy
"You been here before? Never seen you..."

*Her left arm was in a sling, with an amulet of arkay wrapped around it.*

"Vigilant? First one I've seen in a while."
Mary
"I'd say the same about a Knight of the Nine." He says, "I come here quite often, actually. Learn more about the Dunmer people's culture, unlike the other brutes who dare say they fight for Stendarr." He says, "Is there a particular reason your arm is in a sling, Crusader?" He asks, inspecting the arm, "If it's broken I can heal it for you."
Judy
"How many decent healers do you think there are among the Stormcloaks?"

*She set her fork down, next to her Mead.*

"It's a very long story... All of it. I was a Vigilant myself, though. It began to feel... Fruitless I guess. As though we were doing nothing in the grand scheme of things."
Mary
He chuckles, "I suppose not many farmers and veterans learn healing, as much as they probably need it." He says, "I don't know much but it's not as if you're dying." He begins healing her arm with Healing Hands, "I think there's a few of us left in the Vigil that feel the same. I've been debating leaving the order, they started allowing those bandits who call themselves the Silver-Hand in, like that will help our dwindling reputation."
Judy
"Still going to be sore. I never cared for them persecuted the new temple dunmer either. And my father was a heretic so thats saying something, and his Grandfather was a Knight of the Nine. Me? I think we Stormcloaks should push for the Old Gods. Shor, Kyne, and whatnot."
Mary
He finishes healing the arm, "The Thalmor aren't persecuting people for worshipping the old gods, yet. I'm betting if they go after anyone next it'll be Shor." He says, "Then I'd wager the Daedra." He continues, "If they go that route they'd piss of not only the Dunmer but the Khajiit, too. But by that point, if they do succeed in it, they'd have enough power to quell those rebellions. Though I doubt Morrowind will go down easy, and if they do go down it'll be in a blaze of glory. I'm giving the Thalmor too much credit, though. They're still recovering from the major losses they faced in the Great War, my bet is whatever happens in Skyrim, it won't fall in the Thalmor's favor."
Judy
"If you want to believe Ulfric, then once the war is over he's sailing to Alinor and burning it to the ground."

*She took a long drink.*

"I don't. He's a fine leader, just not the right one to unite Skyrim against the Empire. It's not all the nord-centric shit. My father was a dunmer..."
Mary
"I'd pay good money to see an invasion on Alinor, but it's doubtful. If he succeeds it'd be better to focus on building more trust." He says, taking a sip from his drink, "Sure he's got plenty of trust from most Nords, Oblivion I even think he's a good leader. But a lot has been happening under his nose, whether he's aware of it or not, it's still happening."
Judy
"What are you here for anyway? I'd lie, say it was for the logs. No, I'm just curious."

*She laughed, unwrapping the Amulet from her arm and removing the sling.*
Mary
"I travel, go place to place. I happened to be in Eastmarch and stopped here for some rest." He says, "I prefer the Cornerclub over Candlehearth, the people here are more interesting."
Judy
"Said it better than i could, i can't stand half the people in that place. Those shatter-shields... Ugh... I let the dock workers steal from them. They're just bad people."

*She finished her glass of mead.*

"And the food here is better. Some have opinions about Dunmer cooking, but i grew up with it."
Mary
"I'm indifferent to the food, I must say." He says, "And I try to stay out of the local politics, I leave people to their own devices when I can, makes for safer travels and more polite conversation." He takes another sip from his mead, "Some call it cowardly, but I only act when people are mistreated. Lack of mercy is something that is all too common nowadays."
Judy
"You'd be forgiven for thinking House Dres runs the Docks."

*She frowned.*

"It's almost slavery."

*She took the mace and put it on the table.*

"This mace has killed many slavers."

*There was no doubt about what it was. It looked... Perfect, divine. It was the Mace of Zenithar.*
Mary
"I'm sure a Divine Crusader such as yourself could talk the Shatter-Shields into improving their living conditions." He says, "I've spoken to that man before, I feel a bit of pity for him, especially after he lost his daughter, but that is no excuse for how he treats the Saxhleel on the docks. It lacks mercy."
Judy
"In time. Something will come. Prophecies, if you choose to believe in them. A Dragonborn is coming, if it's true. That's who should lead us. Then this armor, these weapons... They'll fight for a leader with Divine blood."

*She fastened it back to her hip.*

"Enough about that... What is your name?"
Mary
"Larios Carius." He says, bowing his head, "Vigilant of Stendarr and Priest of Arkay." He smiles, "And what is the name of the Crusader I am speaking to."