Rodric Heavy-Hand
"No problem for me. I've walked pretty much everywhere my whole life, so a little exercise won't hurt at all. Actually, do Daedra even get tired?"

*Rodric looked over and down at Majorah, a little curiosity in his eyes.*
Majorah Tysena
"Does a Vampire get tired? Hm. I don't necessarily have to sleep... But i do it to... Regain energy? Something like that. I'm sure you sleep like a rock."

*They rounded that bend. They could see out to the Thalmor Fort and Castle Volkihar.*
Rodric Heavy-Hand
"Aye, sometimes. But I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in years. Always wake up feeling groggy and half-rested. I've tried my own remedies, but nothing works."

*Rodric looked on, noticing the distant banner of the Thalmor. He sighed, and the curiosity turned to mild annoyance.*

"Oh the Thalmor, such pompous and uptight bastards. I can almost *Smell* The arrogance from here."
Majorah Tysena
"Some of them try killing me... They're the piss colored ones in the black robes, right? Other's in the robes tell me to move along. I know they summon us for their bidding."

*She stood on the edge of the cliff looking at the northern ocean. Just sort of taking it in