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Dur-Coath

A massive nearly naked Nord appears under the tree. "No point in cowering away like a scared kitten, Bosmer. And why have you come here? Most of your kind have gone to the Drunken Alit in Cyrodiil City where they can rob and lie to their heart's content. Maybe you're not like that, eh? So you think you can join as a fighter? Tell me something you have done in the past to convince me you can fight."

Although loud and smelling strongly of alcohol there is no suggestion he has any dislike of wood elves. You can tell he needs to be convinced you are up to the task ahead of you.

Zow

Fairgoth seems to see through your disguise. "You look and wait, Redguard. That may be what you do best until you catch us at our weakest. But here we work together and if you cannot do so there will be nothing for you. All loot will be held collectively until the fight is over and apportioned among all those who survive. If you cannot abide by those rules, leave now. If you think by agreeing you will fool me, learn that any who flout these rules will be disposed of by the others. Now give me a good reason why you might be of some use to me?"

Erunanion

Fairgoth looks you up and down. "You choose me over Fygge the warrior and yet you seem more of a fighter to look at you. Explain to me what you think you can bring to our select band of the country's finest thieves, assassins and murderers?"

Zow and Erunanion hear both conversations. Her eyes seem to cast a spell on you both and both are drawn to her side. She is indeed very beautiful. Spell or not, you are infatuauted with her. Her acceptance of you is suddenly all that matters. You will have to explain why she should allow you to join her and show her you are worthy of her trust. You rack your brains to find a true story that should impress her.

Trebbits, Semink, Bradas

You are all three teleported into the laboratory where Esquisite is looking at you with a jaundiced eye.

"Of course you don't all see the same things! I didn't create all those illusion spells to fool people for no reason! Goodness me what a rag-bag lot you are! Well, don't just stand there open mouthed. What can you do for me that you want me to let you in?"

She looks at each in turn. To Trebbits she says; "Some minor skills maybe. Or are you hiding something?" To Semink, with a sigh "Khajiit do not use magic. So what exactly will you be able to do?" Finally she looks at Bradas. "I think I have heard of you. The Wizard who avoids trouble at all costs. Much help you will be in this crisis."

She shakes her head. "Well perhaps fate has chosen you as it seems to have chosen me. But I need to hear from your own lips something you have done that will make me feel you can help."

She looks at Semink. "It doesn't have to be anything involving bravery. Cleverness is just as important here."

Each of you knows they must make a case for inclusion in her party.