[ So it always goes. Despise the mages, yes, up until the ship gets lost, or the wound festers, or the wisps emerge. There are many things that could be said.
But. But. You don't grow up in Cyrodiil - in Bruma - these days without learning to guard your tongue. Stratos forces his expression to composure, reminds himself that the Empire wasn't built on inflexible pride. He's undergone entire dinners with Thalmor representatives. He can handle this. ]
And when you are reunited with your companions? What do you intend then?
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But. But. You don't grow up in Cyrodiil - in Bruma - these days without learning to guard your tongue. Stratos forces his expression to composure, reminds himself that the Empire wasn't built on inflexible pride. He's undergone entire dinners with Thalmor representatives. He can handle this. ]
And when you are reunited with your companions? What do you intend then?