<span style="font-family:Happy Monkey">Luna looked at the man a bit taken a back by his reaction. She let out a baffled chuckled and looked away. Legend. He had a way with words, she would give him that. However she did not not feel like a legend. Most would not so much believe what she was, the others would try to kill her, or enslave her in some way. She was special, she knew that, yet she despised it. She hated being different, being beautiful. She sighed and leaned back against the wall. This Nord was surprising her, that was certain. Most Nords hated that she was an elf and they would never see past it. She wasn't quite sure how he did. When he spoke of the Thalmors she cocked her brow. "I am not some Falmer. I do not lock myself below the world with the anger and hatred that fills their souls. I do not agree with Thalmor or how the empire is separating itself from it's people." She sighed and stood stretching and her armor making clunking noises. She knew the Thalmor she had met some and they had started antagonizing her while she wore her mask. The taunting voices as they tried to find a reason to arrest her. All she had been doing was selling to the storm cloaks. Letting them keep warm and then those Elves. She remembered the massacre, everyone had been killed and before she died they found out what she was. The look on his face when he saw what laid bloody before him. She ran and now is wanted by the Thalmor but he need not know that.<br/>
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Hearing his questions she smiled at him and glanced outside. "That happens when Dragon's begin to conquer the earth again." She looked back to him, those blue eyes searching his features as he told her the trading wasn't safe. She then began to laugh. "Hagraven's are more trust worthy then one might think. Their greed makes them easy to read and I have good relations with Habeen. She is a crooked creature but the Forsworn protect her as some god. I get better trades from them for animal parts. Any weapons or any of my smithing goes to the Stormcloaks or K'hajiit. I do not mind some imperials, mostly because some are still men of Skyrim but they do not understand how everything behind the scenes work." She explained briefly. Moving over she bent down and pulled his arm over her shoulder and helped him up. "Yes. Yes we can move. Willow, my bag." She called to the wolf and then began to clean up everything. Packing up what she needed and then they traveled further into the cave. Luna had a torch from the fire as they moved in. "Come, we can stay within the Dwemer tunnels I know them very well.<br/>
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Getting further in she turned down a tunneled area. Her footsteps were sure as she moved. Willow walking next to the man her large body softly pushed against him to help him walk while she carried the bag in her mouth. Luna glanced back and smiled. "As to your questions. I was born a slave, but I was young when the Dwemer disappeared, I was too young to remember, but I was taken in by a Priest of Auriel, He raised me, taught me about my history but coming to the surface, it was terrifying. The Falmer are at every corner, above ground is nothing but danger so I keep myself hidden and trade to keep myself alive and rebuild parts of the Dwemer's homes. They  make a nice place. Soon the rock was giving way to metal, steam rooms and such could be heard beyond. Grasping the sword from her back she pulled it out and peeked around the corner. "Willow, go see if anything can be drawn out, I haven't been in this part of the ruins for a while." She spoke lowly to the wolf who moved forward and disappeared her nails clicking softly on the metal. "I don't recall your name... If you told me." She spoke to him listening for the howl.</span>