No, I am not. (set is regarded again when voryn's mustered up the strength to give himself another opportunity to play diplomat. fingers curl, and rich material that has draped around him is gathered closer as he stands.) Someone must restore Nirn to the way that it was... These things take time, and time is, at the moment, plentiful.

I do not normally spend mine in the company of your kind, however. (men, or those who appear as men. both apply, as the chimer and dwemer were his only good company before the war. elf kind, once-reliable.

they must form alliances within their factions. set is right. while voryn is hurt mentally and fatigued by his experiences, traumatized and unwilling to consider critically how this might affect him, he is lonely. who can be trusted? he once thought that his closest friend of centuries could never do the evil thing that he did, but he was wrong. will these people strike him down, too?

black hair that hangs loosely about his shoulders is picked up by a breeze, then tucked neatly behind his ear.)

... Let us share. Where would your appetites lead us?