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Nyasia

"Excuse me, but... You are Nyasia al Din are you not?" a kind voice of a woman with noble blood asked of her.

The lady in question sat on her horse and had just appeared from behind a boulder.

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Clodagh

Lysilde smiled kindly, the kind of knowing smile a parent gave their child if they did something predictably quaint, but not patronizing exactly. It was as if she had expected Clodagh to say that.

"I have ridden many miles to find you, Clodagh. Please, sit with me. I have made tea."

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Mozu

Friendly faces were for friends, and Mozu was not a friend to the people of Solitude. Still, she managed to get to the inn, "the crooked ladle", in one piece. Inside the scent of Hammerfell tobacco was overpowering. As overpowering as the noise of people talking over one another. No care was given to Mozu when she entered. If she wanted attention she'd have to ask the innkeeper behind the counter at the back, lit well with candlelight.