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Clodagh

Lysilde stood up and returned to Morin's side.

"Meet me in Cyrodiil. Weaver's Glade, north of Weye. I expect you there the first of Last Seed. I believe in you Clodagh."

The woman had somehow made this short conversation make perfect sense. Maybe it really was meant to be. Lysilde disappeared back into the woods to the west.

Before she could ponder it much Clodagh saw that Lysilde had left her cups and saucers by the campsite.

Emile

"I want you to join me. Not right now. But starting the first of Last Seed, on a quest to rid Tamriel of the Daedric War that has cost so many lives." It almost sounded like a farce but her eyes revealed she was dead serious.

Midnight

"It is not that simple. They do not speak to us. Not like Daedra do." Lysilde said. She appeared beautiful in the pale moonlight. The antithesis to Midnight's shrouded darkness.

Mozu

"Good. I will see you there. Be careful on the road. The war rages on." Lysilde stood back up from the seat she had taken.

"And speak of this to no one."

Just like that, she disappeared into the crowd from which she had first appeared, leaving Mozu sitting alone in the corner of an inn with the fate of the world resting on their shoulders.

Kashya

"The first of Last Seed. That is the date that is foretold. Otherwise you will not find me, or my mentor." Lysilde pressed. She gave Kashya a meaningful nod before taking her leave, disappearing very much the way she had come, leaving most patrons seemingly none the wiser.

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Nyasia

The woman was already turning Morin around when she turned to young queen one last time and smiled.

"Lysilde."

And just like that she casually cantered off into the sunset.