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Chapter
3: The Bathhouse
Alyssa�s belongings had arrived,
although she suspected that some of them had been lost in transit.� She did not
remember having so few clothes� there was still plenty of space in her small
closet but she did not remember having any space at all in her larger closet
back at the dorms.� Ah well.� Most of her things did not really seem to fit in
around Morrowind anyway.� She would have to shop around for new ones.� She
supposed she could also borrow some of Edwinna�s since the two young women were
nearly the same size.� At the moment though, new clothes were not the foremost
thing on her mind.� She felt weary from her travels and the heat and dust of
the ever present ash was not helping matters.
�Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt,
dirt!� Everywhere dirt!�� She exclaimed in annoyance as she stepped from
her quarters.� A white-haired Altmer woman nearby laughed.
�You�re not the first to have said
that,� she grinned, �I�m Erranil.� I�m the guild guide around here, and likely
your best friend when you decide you want to get out of this dust bowl - which
from the sounds of it, may be very soon indeed.� And really, this is only your
first day here�� Tsk tsk.� Imagine what the rest of us go through!�� Alyssa
sighed, knowing that she was right.� But really, she hadn�t had a proper bath
since she had left the University.� And that had been� well, so long ago that
she didn�t really want to think about it.
�Oh don�t worry dear, I�m only
kidding,� Erranil assured, �I actually rather wish I had time to go to the
bathhouse myself.� I�ll transport you right now if you wish.��
�Yes, thank you, I think I should
like that,� Alyssa smiled.� She walked up to the transport room and before she
knew it, with only a few words a flurry of magical energy surrounded her and she
felt wrapped in a warm embrace.� Alyssa loved transporting in this manner.�
When her vision cleared she found herself in a blue room facing a young Kajiit
girl hard at work scribbling something at her desk.
�Are you the Balmora guild guide?�
asked Alyssa.� The Khajiit chuckled.
�No, sugar, I�m only Ajira.� Masalinie
is the guild guide here.� Ajira is only an apprentice, although nearly a
journeyman,� the Khajiit�s eyes lit up in pride.� A shrill laugh followed.
�You�re not nearly as close to
becoming a journeyman as I am and you know it!� giggled a young blonde wood elf
as she entered the room.� The Khajiit growled, her ears flattening in annoyance
as she turned back to her work.� The wood elf smiled in smug satisfaction, her
hands at her hips.
�Now girls, you�re both hard
workers and I�m sure you will both be promoted if you keep to your studies and
stop with your bickering,� a woman�s voice sounded from behind Alyssa. Turning
to face her she continued, �Hello dear, I am Masalinie Merian, the guild guide in
Balmora.� Pleased to make your acquaintance.� Is there anything I can do for
you?�
�Thank you.� I am looking for the
Balmora Bathhouse,� replied Alyssa politely.
�Ooo!� I love going to the
bathhouse!� I wish I had time to go with you!� chimed the young wood elf, �Say,
I don�t recall seeing you here before.� I�m Galbedir, soon to be Journeyman Galbedir,�
she smiled as she shot another smug smile at Ajira.� It was clear that the two
apprentices were not fond of one another.� Ajira growled again but did not look
up from her potions.
�I�m Alyssa Elbert,� replied
Alyssa, �I�m also an apprentice��
�Oh goody!� How close are you to
making journeyman?� Galbedir asked, �Although if you�re playing around in the
bathhouse instead of studying up � I�m going to get there before you!�� Alyssa
giggled.� She couldn�t care less, really.
�Well, then I�m sure you will.� I
just want to get cleaned off.� Ald�ruhn is so much dustier than I pictured it,�
Alyssa sighed.
�The bathhouse is on the west side
of town � you aren�t too far away really.� Oh, the baths are simply divine!�
Everyone running around completely naked, frolicking about in the water
together � it�s so much more liberating than the stifling formality we have to
put up with around the rest of Morrowind.� I don�t know why the other races all
insist upon clothing.� It seems the Bosmer are the only race sensible enough to
do without it,� Galbedir grinned.
�Wait� naked?� Everyone?� Together?!�
Alyssa gasped in shock.� She had somehow been expecting the public baths to be
somewhat more� private.
�Oh yes!� It�s simply lovely!� In Valenwood,
we rarely wear clothing � it doesn�t suit us and as a whole we Bosmer look much
better without it.� Although with some races I really don�t see why they bother
at all.� No one can even tell if a Kajiit is naked or not � they�re simply
always covered in a thick coat of ugly fur,� Galbedir smirked, glancing
sideways at Ajirra, who was positively fuming.
�Kajiit have more modesty than Bosmer,�
Ajira growled, �Kajiit consider it most indecent to show their soft underfur in
public.� And one can most certainly tell if a Kajiit is naked.� At least, one
with any *sense* could tell.�� She glared at Galbedir, and Alyssa caught the
glint of her sharp white teeth.� Galbedir did not look intimidated.
�Ha!� You�re just embarrassed
because you know perfectly well that I look better naked than you do and you�re
jealous!� I don�t recall ever seeing YOU at the bathhouse,� Galbedir snipped.
�Kajiit do not like water,� Ajira
retorted simply.
�Well that explains the smell,� Galbedir
remarked haughtily.� Ajira looked like she was going to pounce, her ears
flattened against her head and her teeth bared menacingly.�
�Girls!� That is quite enough!� Galbedir,
I�m ashamed of you.� If you want to make rank, I suggest you go back upstairs
to your own desk and tend to your enchantments.� Leave Ajira here to study her
alchemy in peace.� Immediately!� Masalinie insisted angrily.� Galbedir smirked,
but turned and headed upstairs, shooting a sly smile at Alyssa as she left.
Alyssa felt dizzy, but it had
nothing to do with the fight she had just witnessed.� She wanted to clean off
but really� everyone naked?� Men and women alike?� Why hadn�t anyone mentioned
this to her before?
�I�m so sorry, but do you perhaps
know if there is anywhere a bit more� private� to bathe?� asked Alyssa
cautiously.� Ajira and Masalinie smiled.
�Well, some of the houses,
especially the Great Houses, contain private baths, but I�m afraid those are
just a little *too* private for our use,� Masalinie replied.� Seeing the
concern on Alyssa�s face, she continued, �Oh don�t worry dear, the bathhouses
are not the seductive witches covens of home � people generally spend more time
relaxing than anything else.� It is certainly a social affair, but don�t worry,
everyone there is in the same situation so no one is likely to hassle you.� The
Dunmer are just a bit more liberal with their sexuality than we Bretons are,
but don�t let it frighten you off.� Really, it isn�t so bad.� And if you are
very uncomfortable you can always purchase a bathrobe upstairs to cover
yourself � although you should be warned that very few patrons in the baths
actually wear them.�� Ajira giggled pleasantly.
�Well,� thought Alyssa, �If I am
going to fit in here I suppose I will have to get used to things sooner or
later.� When in Morrowind� do as the Dunmer I suppose.�� She smiled and thanked
the two.
As she left the small room she
entered a larger area, filled with bunk beds, closets, chests, books, podiums�
she felt that she was entering a small mages school.� And from the looks of the
various men and mer wandering about, she was certain she was indeed in a school
of sorts.� She would have to return here at some point when she resolved to
continue her studies.� As she walked up the hallway, she passed a dark-haired
middle aged Dunmer woman who glowered at her menacingly.� Alyssa hurried past
her with only a small smile and polite nod.� The woman did not return the
smile, her red eyes unreadable.
~*~
�Why yes, I would like to purchase
a bathrobe,� said Alyssa after the friendly Argonian upstairs offered her one.�
He himself was sporting a pure white bathrobe, and Alyssa couldn�t help but
feel that the robes were elegant in their own way.� Perhaps this experience
would be more relaxing than she had expected.� Thus far everyone seemed
friendly enough.� He directed her to a changing room downstairs.� The women�s
room was on the right, and he assured her that her belongings would be safe
there.� Alyssa felt a wave of relief that the changing rooms at least were not
coed.� She smiled, taking the robe from his glistening green scaled arms and
exchanging it for a small payment of gold.�
�A good deal,� she thought, as she
felt the softness of the robe�s pure white material.� She wondered idly what it
was made of.
As she walked down the candle-lit
hallway she heard the rush of running water and the sounds of laughter.� The
song of a harp lingered idly in the air, and the scent of floral perfumed
waters were a pleasant welcome to her nostrils after the burning of the ash
storm in Ald�ruhn.� The baths indeed seemed every bit as relaxing as she had
been told they were.� As she neared the bottom of the stairwell she found
herself immediately confronted by a frantic brown haired Imperial woman,
completely nude.
�Oh help!� she cried, one arm
draped across her body in an attempt to cover her large breasts and the other
pressed firmly between her legs.� Her left hand cupped her right breast, but
her attempt at modesty failed at leaving the pink nipple on her other side
exposed to the cool air, and her awkward hunched position made her backside
look even more vulnerable.� Alyssa could feel her face turning bright red.
�Someone has stolen my robe and I
have no idea how I am going to leave here without it!� Do you by any chance
have a bathrobe or change of clothes I could borrow?� she pleaded.� A little
shocked, Alyssa handed the woman her newly purchased robe wordlessly, trying
not to stare.
�Oh thank you!� she cried, taking
the robe from Alyssa�s arms.� Then, to Alyssa�s surprise, the woman reached her
arms out around Alyssa�s shoulders, uncovering herself completely and pressing
her wet naked body against Alyssa�s in an embrace.� Then, slinging the robe
across her shoulders she slipped it on effortlessly and bounded up the hallway,
leaving Alyssa still blinking.� She shook herself out of a state of mild shock
as a shrill laugh followed from inside the women�s changing room.
�Hehehehe!� a dark haired female Bosmer
looked out from around the corner and giggled giddily as she looked at Alyssa�s
still surprised expression, �Oh don�t worry, I�d have given her back her robe
in just a minute.� I just wanted to see what she�d do.� She�s so neurotic.�
Anyway, since she took yours, I suppose I might as well give you hers.� Here,
it�s brand new.� It isn�t worth much in resale and I sure don�t have any use
for it,� the wood elf giggled as she disappeared back into the dressing room.�
Alyssa followed her, and found she was less than surprised to see that the Bosmer
was topless, dressed only in a loose skirt as she bent over to sort though a
wooden chest.
�Here you go!� Sorry about that,
but no harm done I suppose.� A bathrobe�s a bathrobe, after all � though
they�re a waste of money altogether if you ask me,� she giggled.� Alyssa just
smiled and thanked her, a little worried that her own belongings would be so
easily stolen.� The wood elf turned and untied her skirt, letting it fall to
the ground from her narrow hips before she picked it up and stuffed it back
into the chest.� Humming, she skipped out of the changing room and down the
hall towards the baths.� Alyssa noted that she was now alone in the room, and
quickly slipped her clothes off and threw the bathrobe around her shoulders,
tying the sash at the waist. Sighing with pleasure, she noted that the robe
felt as every bit luxurious as she hoped it would.� She put her belongings in
an unused chest, and cast a simple lock spell on it in hopes of deterring
would-be thieves.
The bathhouse consisted of a large
community pool, a steam room, and a spa room containing private hot tubs.�
Alyssa noted that there seemed to be an even mixture of occupants wearing robes
and going without them, although she did note that she did not see a single elf
of any race who was not completely nude.� She had heard that the elves were
more open about sex and nudity.� Indeed, she had heard plenty of stories around
the Imperial University involving her elven schoolmates, but never had she been
confronted with the subject so directly.� Even her former Altmer roommate,
although eager to discuss her sexual escapades with various Altmer schoolboys
from their class, was always discrete enough to keep the actual activities
themselves out of Alyssa�s direct line of sight.� As for Alyssa herself,
although she and Aaron had been very close, their love had remained chaste and
unconsummated.
�Ah well,� she thought, �This is
the Dunmer�s land � I�m only an outlander visiting Morrowind, so it isn�t my
place to make judgments about their culture.�� She noted that the Nords also
seemed to have little qualms with nudity, as several of them swam laps around
the community pool.� For the most part, people seemed to be minding their own
business, although an occasional glance lingered longer than would perhaps be
considered proper.� Still, nothing appeared overtly sexual, and Alyssa
relaxed.� Conversation and laughter flowed freely from some of the inhabitants
� much more freely than it did at some of the elegant, fully clothed dinner
parties Alyssa had attended in High Rock and Cryodiil.� Perhaps the freedom of
nudity had its merits.� Still, Alyssa wasn�t one to so easily forsake her
well-bred modesty.
�Are the tubs here completely
private?� she asked of the attendants in the spa room.
�No one will join you without an
invitation, if that�s what you�re asking.� And we discourage leering of any
kind.� If someone makes you uncomfortable, just call one of us over and we�ll
take care of it.� That said, anyone is free to wander anywhere in the
bathhouse.� If you see an empty tub, or are offered an invitation to join
someone in theirs, just jump right in.� We also offer a variety of scented sload
soaps for your relaxation and enjoyment as well as towels and comfortable
lounging areas for when you�re done bathing,� he replied amiably.� Alyssa
smiled.� It was good enough.� She wandered through the room, past a large tub
which contained a young fair-haired Imperial man, a red-haired Imperial woman,
and the same Bosmer woman she had met briefly in the dressing room.
�Come join us!� the wood elf cried
upon seeing Alyssa.
�Indeed!� The water�s great!� the
young man replied.� The red haired woman splashed him and he laughed.� He
lunged over to grab her as she squealed playfully.� In revenge, the Bosmer
turned to splash him back as they all fell into the water.
�Oh no thank you, I�m just looking
to get clean quickly and go home,� Alyssa smiled as politely as she could
manage.
�We�ll help!� the Bosmer laughed,
her small high breasts glistening from the water, �Take your robe off and come
on in!�
�Oh really, I thank you for the
invitation, but I would rather bathe alone if you understand,� Alyssa replied
cautiously.
�That�s no fun at all!� But suit
yourself.� If you change your mind, you know where we are!� the red-haired
woman laughed.� Her voice was a bit deeper than the Bosmer�s but still
youthful.
Alyssa smiled uncomfortably, and
walked quickly past a few dividers until she came to a tub which was empty �
and small enough that she assumed it was only meant to service one occupant.�
Sighing, Alyssa slipped off her robe and stepped tenuously into the warm
bubbling water.� As she felt it fizz against her skin, her tensions washed away
as easily as the ash.� She breathed in the scented water deeply, sighing as she
thought of the luxurious baths she had enjoyed at home.� With a splash, she
sunk her head under the water to rinse her hair.� As the water encircled her,
she could feel her long tresses float above her and fan out around her face.�
Cautiously she opened her eyes underwater, amused at the blurry images floating
across her vision created by her long floating hair against the tiled ceiling.�
She brushed it aside as she sat up once more and smiled happily.� Glancing to
her left, she saw that a table near her tub contained a towel, three different
scented sload soaps, a tall glass of drinking water, and a thick book.� Alyssa
took a sip of water before sampling each of the different soaps, settling on
one that smelled vaguely of heather.� Curious, she picked up the book and
settled back into her bath.
�This is more relaxing than I
expected,� she thought.� The book was titled The Real Barenziah, Volume 2.�
Alyssa flipped to the first page but as she started reading, her jaw dropped.�
The book, which appeared to be the biography of the current king of Morrowind�s
elderly mother, was explicitly sexual and described in graphic detail several
of the queen�s escapades with Kajiit thieves and Dunmer guards.� Alyssa put it
aside quickly, then reconsidered and slowly turned to pick it up again.� She
took another sip of drinking water as she slowly examined the pages.� After
all, what was the harm of reading?� And it was history, after all�
Learning that the promiscuous
sexuality of the Dunmer people extended even to their royalty shocked Alyssa.�
At the same time the thought also intrigued her.� Morrowind was indeed a
different world.� In High Rock, such open sexuality was rumored in the dens of
the witches living along the coastal mountains, but unheard of in the halls of
great kings and noblemen.� Being the daughter of a noble family, Alyssa had
been sheltered from many elements, although not so sheltered as to be ignorant
of their existence.� As she read the book, she felt an odd sensation coursing
through her body as though her temperature was rising.
�Must be the water,� she thought,
for indeed it was deliciously warm.� Alyssa determined that her bath had lasted
long enough.� The cool cushioned rooms near the entrance sounded appealingly
relaxing after her warm bath.� She grabbed the towel next to her and stood up
to dry off, slipping her bathrobe over her shoulders once more as she took the
first step tentatively out of the fragrant water.� She clutched the book her
chest and started back down the hall, determined to ask someone nearby where
she might purchase a copy of it.
Laughter met her ears as she once
again passed the large tub containing the same trio of occupants she had
encountered earlier.� She braced herself to continue past them, not in the mood
to have her calm relaxation spoiled by their embarrassingly frivolous games.
�I see!� Doing some solo reading
are you?� Although if you ask me, that silly book isn�t really the best one
they could keep stocked at this joint.� You should really try Crassius Curio�s
new play,� said the Bosmer knowingly, winking at Alyssa as she slinked down
into the warm waters.
�Well, I for one liked Barenziah
better,� answered the red-haired Imperial woman haughtily.
�You would!� giggled the
fair-haired imperial man as her turned and pinched her exposed pink nipples.�
She squealed and squirmed away, taking refuge in the waiting arms of the Bosmer.�
Alyssa glanced away quickly, feeling more than a little embarrassed.
�No seriously, the Hlaalu always
come out with the best art and literature.� And they�re so friendly to
outlanders!� Not like those meanie-mo Redoran in Ald�ruhn.� And don�t even get
me started on the Telvanni out east.� Ick.� I don�t think I ever want to leave
Balmora� unless I�m taking a trip to Suran for the weekend perhaps,� the Bosmer
chirped.� Alyssa stopped, a little confused.
�Hlaalu?� Redoran? Tel� what?� What
are they?� she asked.� If there something about Balmora that made it different
than her new home of Ald�ruhn, she�d best find out about it.� The term Redoran
sounded vaguely familiar.� Any new information about her new home would be
invaluable � and this sounded important.
�Oh you must be even newer here
than I am!� laughed the Bosmer.
�Yes, but we�re all quite friendly
here, wouldn�t you agree?� the young Imperial man smirked, stealing up behind
her to grab the Bosmer�s behind.� She squealed and turned to splash him,
smiling back at Alyssa.� Maybe a little TOO friendly, Alyssa thought with a
blush.
�I�m sorry!� I�m not trying to make
you uncomfortable, but you really should lighten up!� It�s so much more fun!�
Really it is!� she smiled sympathetically, looking a little saddened at
Alyssa�s appalled expression, �Anyway, Hlaalu, Redoran, and Telvanni are the
Great Houses on Vvardenfell.� They�re all traditionally Dunmer.� However, you
can join any one of them you want, but House Hlaalu is the best!� We�re
merchants, traders, and politicians mostly.� Duke Vedam Dren down in Ebonheart
is the head of House Hlaalu.� We�re the most powerful house, the richest, and
we know how to have the most fun!�
�Indeed.� The Redoran up in the
ashlands are so concerned with honor and dignity that they�re suffocating
themselves.� Who would seriously live out in the ashlands by choice anyway?�
Technically, they�re the first defense against Red Mountain in case anything
ever happens with that.� The Dunmer temple has been warning us all about the
supposed threats of Dagoth Ur for ages, so they attract all the boring
stiff-necked honorable warrior types who think that misery is the only way to
happiness.� Bah!� At least the Telvanni wizards out east live in relative
comfort, or so I�m told,� the red haired Imperial woman added.
�Wait� wizards?� A Great House for
magic?� ask Alyssa, her curiosity peaked.
�Oh yes, the Telvanni are exactly
that � they�re mostly mean old Dunmer isolationists though.� Can�t say I�ve
ever actually met one.� I guess they have more important things to do than
actually enjoy their long miserable lives.� I hear they�re absolutely horrid,�
the Bosmer explained.
�Do you know anything else about
them?� ask Alyssa, suddenly more intrigued than she expected.� She could even
ignore the awkward games in the tub for information like this.
�Only that they�re based way out in
Sadrith Mora.� We really don�t see them here in Balmora,� said the fair-haired
man idly, gazing nonchalantly up at the ceiling as he soaked in the water.
�Oh thank you, you�ve given me much
food for thought!� exclaimed Alyssa happily.� She would have to ask around at
the Mages Guild about this.� Someone there would surely know more.� A Great
House of wizards.� She imagined great stone halls like those of Daggerfall,
perched high on isolated mountains.
�Anytime!� Oh, if you want a copy
of that book, or some more quality smut for that matter, you might want to try Dorisa
Darvel�s place right across from the Imperial Mage�s Guild.� I still recommend Crassius
Curio�s stuff.� I can�t get enough of it!� the Bosmer giggled, smiling
pleasantly.� Alyssa smiled back.� She turned to leave, hoping that her personal
belongings would still be in the locked chest where she left them when she
returned to the dressing room.
~*~
�Great House Telvanni?� Ajira does
not like them at all.� But they do make good smelling bug musk that Ajira sells
to make small profits for paying her scholarly expenses.� Try one and watch how
all the men cannot get enough of you!� Ajira purred.� Alyssa smiled at the
little Kajiit.� Now that Galbedir was not around to bother them, Alyssa was
growing rather fond of the little cat.
�No thank you, I�ve had quite
enough attention for one day,� Alyssa smiled, �But I would like to know more
about this Great House of wizards out east.� I�m sure you know more than I do.�
I�ve only just heard the name.�
�The Mages Guild does not see eye
to eye with the Telvanni wizards.� Most of us despise them.� Telvanni are selfish
and evil, killing without qualms, and without thought.� Ajira is especially
appalled at their treatment of slaves.� The Telvanni steal Kajiit and Argonians
from their homes and cradles in Elswyr and the Black Marsh and bring them back
to serve out their miserable lives,� Ajira spat.
�That�s horrid!� But isn�t slavery
illegal?� asked Alyssa.
�It should be.� It is everywhere
else in Tamriel.� But the Telvanni claim that it is their natural right, and
legally it is permitted under the armistice which made Morrowind an Imperial
province.� The wizards claim that having slaves frees them for more important
matters,� Ajira hissed, her ears flattening.
�What sorts of things do they study
that they need slaves where servants would not do just as well?� asked Alyssa,
still intrigued.� Her own family had employed paid servants back home, although
they were treated well and free to leave at any time for any reason.
�Ajira does not know.� Ajira does
not care to know.� Ajira does not like the evil wizards and does not care to
know them better,� Ajira growled, but then she smiled up at Alyssa pleasantly
to show that the ill tone was not directed at her.� A stern voice sounded
behind her.
�The Telvanni have their merits,
although few in the Imperial Mages Guild choose to recognize them.� Great House
Telvanni has long competed with the Mages Guild in political squabbles over the
price of alchemical ingredients and magical services and equipment.� Most of
the wizards, however, are so consumed in their individual research efforts and
personal agendas that they care very little about the political world around
them.� Theirs is a world of pure magic, without even the strains of the
surrounding mundane matters of everyday life.� If they are unfriendly, it is
because they are constantly being bothered by the peasants around them
interrupting their work.� However, without their unique contributions, very
little progress would be made in magical research,� an older robed Dunmer said
gravely as he strode into the room.
�But I just heard that they kept
foreign slaves and were not friendly to outlanders?� Alyssa asked
questioningly, eyeing Ajira, who nodded.
�Most native Dunmer claim their
natural right to own slaves.� The Telvanni are not unique in this.� It is our
culture.� It is the way it has always been.� As for their opinion of
outlanders, they are only intolerant of those who are intolerant of them.� It
is certainly possible for outlanders to join Great House Telvanni, and even
some members of the Imperial Mages Guild have had duel allegiances.� For the
open minded, it is possible to rise through the ranks of Great House Telvanni.�
Many outlanders are employed as retainers,� explained the Dunmer.
�Oh how interesting!� I do wish I
could learn more,� exclaimed Alyssa.� Ajira growled, returning to her work
quietly.
�Well then, my dear, do yourself a
favor and don�t ask around the Imperial Mages Guild if you want accurate
information on Great House Telvanni.� Keep hushed about your interest, and if
you have further questions, don�t hesitate to come visit me in the Imperial
Mages Guild of Vivec where I am currently residing.� In the meantime, you might
find this book interesting,� he smiled and took a worn book from a small sack
bound at his waist.� Alyssa looked it over eagerly.� It was titled On the
Affairs of Wizards.� She traced the letters with her newly cleaned,
well-manicured fingernails and inhaled its musty aroma.� She missed the books
in the great library at the university.
�Why thank you, sir!� I�ll read it
at once!� she exclaimed, curtsying politely to the dark elf.� His lips turned
to a small smile as his eyes narrowed and he looked her over carefully.
�A young pretty thing like you
should be able to go far in any endeavors you choose to pursue.� I look forward
to enjoying your company again.� If you come to Vivec, ask for Tiram Gadar,�
the old Dunmer said as he turned and handed a coin to the guild guide,
vanishing in a flash of smoke.� Ajira growled under her breath, but did not
complain.
�Ajira warns Alyssa not to mess
with the Telvanni.� They may be smart but they are still evil,� she advised,
flicking her tail nervously.� Alyssa smiled sympathetically at her new friend
and assured her that she was only curious.� Still, she clutched the book close
to her chest, her thoughts awash with the new information.
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