Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150429063943/@comment-5583506-20150505155400

"We should meet up with the other clanleaders as for now and discuss this whole Dominion idea with them. I am sure that many of them will resist and perhaps withdraw from our cause, knowing the suffering the Thalmor brought them during the Great War."

"So, what do you think of all of this 'ally with the Masked-Eyes thing'?" asked Juliana as the Ghost-Wolves sat down by a nearby table to eat.

"I don't like it", growled Halvar. "They are nothing but glorified cutthroats."

"Don't let the Matriarch catch you saying that", shrugged Ma'Khenro.

"Why not?"

"She is a good friend of their leader, that's why."

"Shameful", mumbled the Nord in between the bites of a meat loaf. "The Ghost-Wolves shouldn't indulge themselves in such friendships. You see this?" he asked and pointed to the scar in the middle of his cheeks. "When I was still in training, a sneaky little bastard challenged me to a duel. I accepted and we fought. When I had him on his back and he sobbed for mercy, I lowered my sword as anyone of us would have done, since that would have been a good and honourable thing to do. That's when the little fucker rose up, grabbed an axe from a nearby butcher stall and cleaved my cheeks in half. I responded by shoving my sword down his throat. You see my point?"

The other two Ghost-Wolf warriors shook their heads.

"My point is that the Masked-Eyes are cut from the very same cloth. They care nothing about honour. Trust me, next thing we know the Masked-Eyes will stab us in the back first chance they get."

The Khajiit sighed. "You care too much about the assassins. We are warriors of Clan Ghost-Wolf, members of a household that has been around for as long as men care to remember. 'Eyes on the Prey, not the Weak'. Those are our words. It means that you should focus on the true threat. And believe this one when he says that the Masked-Eyes are definitely not a true threat. Hell, Ma'Khenro could probably knock one of them over with the tip of his tail."

Juliana snickered. "Oh, please."

"What?" smirked the Khajiit. "It's true! This one has killed so many would-be assassins that it is almost no longer fun to fight them. They are... a bit predictable nowadays."

"Anyway", said Halvar and looked around the camp. "I don't like this at all. The Masked-Eyes? The Gorehounds? I mean, what happened to the honour of this clan? I respect our Matriarch and Patriarch more than anything, but to ally ourselves with them?"

He shook his head. "Madness, I say. Those were not the ideals in this clan when I was a boy."

"Ma'Khenro knows. But this is only temporary. Remember that, yes. Pretty soon, all these 'dishonourable' assassins will be far away from your presence and we can go back to killing bandits and drinking again, yes?"

Juliana leaned herself back on her chair. "So, we don't want to hear of any killing of Masked-Eyes. That would just piss Valkyrie off."

"Not even a duel?"

The Khajiit and the Imperial both crossed their arms and shook their heads at his request.

"Pity", muttered Halvar and finished his flagon in one sweep.