Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-29458028-20150916115516

"Hmm, Levith, to join or not to join?" asked Lyrissa, as she continued to see what was going on, from her perch. She had started to get worried about the situation in the city, unlike her brother, who had even took out a hip flask and started gargling whisky.

"Well, my dear sister, you do have more mortal blood than a lot of us. This land is more significant to you than me, with your connection to it. You feel just at home here as compared to Luminem, right? Tell me truthfully, there is no need to rhapsodize about how great home is" replied Levith, not even turning to look.

"Well, Levith ... I don't know, really. The people might hate me, but I feel like I should do something for them, perhaps. What I really need to do, though, is to thank the kind old man who saved me from certain death. I am not like you all ... I can't regenerate everything I lose" sighed Lyrissa.

"Your choice, Lyrissa, you decide. You can choose to help, and risk your life, without any guaranteed chance that the people will love you, or you can just sit up here and know that we as Daedra would never be accepted by mortals, no matter the amount of mortal blood in us" said Levith, coldly, as he took another swig.

Before he could finish his words, Lyrissa leapt from the rooftops and landed on the streets, drawing her sword and getting ready to engage. Circumstances be dammed, her brother was really another smelly Daedra who could have came from Coldharbor.

Levith rolled his eyes and watched his sister from above.