Noir grew up in a small tribal village tucked away in the jungles of the Tenmar Forest back in Elsweyr as the subspecies or breed of a Dagi Raht Khajiit who are born when Masser is waning and Secunda is new. I was mostly just messing around with some cool collage templates in an online editor and decided to use it to make an aesthetic one for Noir's 3 major points in life, so why not start at the beginning? "Excuse me." I say and he lets me go.ĭisclaimer: I don't own any of the photos used in this collage, only the drawing of Noir herself. "Enjoy the festivities, everyone." I bow my head a little and pull on Casavir's arm. "To say I am honoured would be an understatement of my own achievements and accomplishments, being past or present, so I will just simply say you're welcome." I finish, my eyes not leaving that woman's gaze as she glares back to me. To say I am honoured." I paused and momentarily struggled with what to say next, but with a small exhale, I met their gazes once more. "Well, as a testament to our Paladin Casavir here's character and judge of thereof… He has chosen me to be his accompaniment for tonight's festivities. It wasn't until I caught that woman's smug face that had me straightening and putting my shoulder back. "Thank you." I look from Casavir, to the crowd around us and give my best smile I could manage. "The lovely Dragonborn would like to say a few words for us." They didn't clap, no one cheered, hell, some didn't even bother to look our way, but many looked on and I resisted the urge to click my tongue at her.
"Everyone!" She called, looking around getting conversations to slow to a stop as she looked back to me, her hand upraised. "Surely that must be the most memorable things you have done in Skyrim so far." "How about you make a toast then, in return for the honour to be his companion for the night and to be in the presence of all nobility in Skyrim?" She gestured to Casavir. Her eyes flickered with a new light before a smile spread her dark painted lips. "Shame." She didn't seem to like the fact that I wasn't rising to her bait much. "I feel horrible for not knowing anything that you have accomplished to raise a toast to you then." She dramatically sighed.
"I see." She tsked, looking around to the other guests who had been occasionally looking in on our little snippet. "I just can't help but think that perhaps you need better contacts." I kept my face passive as I tilted my head side to side in contemplation. "And what are you saying, Dragonborn?" She snipped after taking a long drink of her own goblet. "I was in village a few days ago and there was a bard who had heard of my exploits and had started writing songs about it." "How so?" She inquires, her head tilting slightly. "I have many contacts that can work fast, but not many could come back to me with many details about you, specifically. "You must've had to work fast since he asked me only hours before." I supply and watch a coy smile grace her lips. "When I heard that he was bringing someone who is being called 'the Dragonborn', I must say, I was intrigued and looked into you."
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"That's certainly one way of saying things." I say as I politely and watch as she takes a goblet from someone who is carrying a silver tray full of them.
I knew when I saw or heard hollow complements. "You must be so honoured to be in the accompaniment of such a noble and upstanding man like our Paladin here." The way she smiled through her gushing words nearly make me roll my eyes. Dragonborn!" A woman joins us, probably in her early 50's, wrapped in many yards of fabric that make me inwardly wince at the thought of trying to go up or down the stairs.
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