"Then I too beg pardon. No one should have to suffer the world without a mother." said Tanesha as she relaxed and offered a kind smile. "I am a Keshali and I have two mothers. My birth-mother who taught me the ways of the potions master to keep the body strong and the mind clear. How to love the world and tread along its woods with careful steps. And then there is my second mother; our Death Goddess. From the blood of wolves she moulded us in her image so that we might wander free. When I die I shall return to her and she'll embrace me like a long lost child who was returned home."<br/><br/>She smiled at Marven as she continued her explanation. "We are a province within the Jilian Kingdom. Jilian is similar to Skyrim; one king rules and the lords squabble. Politics however has no bearing within the Keshali lands. The business of lambs has no interest of the wolves. While they squabble we hunt, farm, stalk and wander. Armies prize us as archers and scouts. Some hire us as assassins. I suppose we are similar to your...Wood Elves. If you were to go south by ship for three weeks and two days you would find a land devoid of elves. Sometimes devoid of sense. Some men are wise, some men are fools. You my young friend have not yet picked which path you fall under. So tell me; you are from this land?"