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It was a late evening on the way back to the Sanctuary and true to his word Veezara took Sylandris into Dead Man\'s Drink for a mug of mead or ale. They picked a quiet corner and spoke in hushed voices, lest the barkeep or tavern wench heard them.

"So Sylandris, I can't help but wonder, how did you end up in Skyrim? I can tell you havn't lived here very long"

Sylandris snorted into her mug of cheap mead and smirked at Veezara.

"Oh you know, the usual. My homeland got blown up by a volcano, then the Argonians invaded, and everybody died" She raised an eyebrow at Veezara.

"Ah. Of course. Well, in the Brotherhood all that is in the past now. We put our petty differences aside, no matter what race or background, we are all comrades under Astrid's roof. Myself, I have always been a killer. I have known nothing else, it is my one purpose in life and what i was trained for. Being in the Brotherhood allows me to fulfill that purpose" Veezara took a gulp of ale.

"you have a new home now Syl. A new family. A new purpose. You show a lot of promise, I'm looking forward to seeing you go far. Now, it\'s time we head back. Astrid has promised that there will be a big arrival at the sanctuary soon..."