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''She never met her mother before. Kynareth must be way less active than Kyne. ''Kyrnil thought. He laid back on the tree and looked up at the leaves, then back at Ysabel. "How old are you? You look really young."

"18." She replied. "And you?"

"18? You seem a lot younger. I am 27." He said.

Ysabel chuckled. "You're old."

"27 is not old." The Nord retorted.

"You're almost as old as my dad." Ysabel said.

Kyrnil thought that strange.'' If she is 18 her father must at least be in his late 30s. ''"How old is your father?"

The Imperial sat next to Kyrnil and leaned on the tree. "I don't know, haven't seen him in years. Last I remember he was 32." She confessed.

The Knights of the Nine kept eyeing Kyrnil as they started making food by the campfire. They seemed uneasy next to a non-Imperial Half-God, for it was their job to hunt them down.

When the food was ready they all ate. It was beef stew and bread with ale, common rations for the Knights of the Nine.

"I preffer mead." Kyrnil muttered as he drank the Cyrodiilic Ale.

"Quit your wining, Ale is better than Mead anyway." Oritius retorted.