Blunt. Without an audience, the girl was typically concise- often to the point of bludgeoning- with her words. Necessity had forced her to make an earnest effort to learn speechcraft, but she could be rather unwieldy at times. Like now. It was almost comical, how she could cut through to the heart of the matter, and then flounder though an explanation. Not that he could judge. He simply kept his peace rather than waste his energies on such effort. An ability that Arngeir seems to have lost since reaching his level of mastery of the Voice. Perhaps that was where Ulfric got it from…
“Do you know what happened to him since he left?”
The question should not have surprised him as much as it did. The Greybeard had heard of the events that lead to the current situation, but nothing of the underlying causes. His hesitation must have have shown on his face, for the girl sighed and turned back to the mountain. She was clearly uncomfortable with what she wanted to say. “Ulfric wasn’t joking when he called the elf who attended the talks the ‘chief Talos hunter’. She’s the First Emissary of the Thalmor in Skyrim. Before that, she served in the Great War as an interrogator.” The girl hesitated before elaborating, “I have no proof, but if what I’ve seen of the places that Thalmor reserve for that sort of thing is any indication, an ‘interrogator’ isn’t very different than a torturer.”
No wonder Ulfric was furious with her. But if that were so, how could she have knowingly forced him to face such a nightmare? Einarth looked at the Dragonborn, unsure of how to resolve what he knew of her, with what she had done. She did not back down, “I’m not sure how much you overheard, but I’ll repeat to you what I told him: If I had sent her away to spare his feelings, that would have only made him look petty and weak. And it’s true. The people in that room would have destroyed his claim at the Moot if he fell apart here. And he needed to face her eventually; she probably knows him better than anyone else alive. I have no doubt that she has access to far more subtle forms of control than we know of.” He must have looked skeptical, because the girl added bitterly, “You don’t go to war with Daedric Princes without learning a few things, and Thalmor are hardly above using many of the same tactics.
A Hero for Skyrim 20/?
Blunt. Without an audience, the girl was typically concise- often to the point of bludgeoning- with her words. Necessity had forced her to make an earnest effort to learn speechcraft, but she could be rather unwieldy at times. Like now. It was almost comical, how she could cut through to the heart of the matter, and then flounder though an explanation. Not that he could judge. He simply kept his peace rather than waste his energies on such effort. An ability that Arngeir seems to have lost since reaching his level of mastery of the Voice. Perhaps that was where Ulfric got it from…
“Do you know what happened to him since he left?”
The question should not have surprised him as much as it did. The Greybeard had heard of the events that lead to the current situation, but nothing of the underlying causes. His hesitation must have have shown on his face, for the girl sighed and turned back to the mountain. She was clearly uncomfortable with what she wanted to say. “Ulfric wasn’t joking when he called the elf who attended the talks the ‘chief Talos hunter’. She’s the First Emissary of the Thalmor in Skyrim. Before that, she served in the Great War as an interrogator.” The girl hesitated before elaborating, “I have no proof, but if what I’ve seen of the places that Thalmor reserve for that sort of thing is any indication, an ‘interrogator’ isn’t very different than a torturer.”
No wonder Ulfric was furious with her. But if that were so, how could she have knowingly forced him to face such a nightmare? Einarth looked at the Dragonborn, unsure of how to resolve what he knew of her, with what she had done. She did not back down, “I’m not sure how much you overheard, but I’ll repeat to you what I told him: If I had sent her away to spare his feelings, that would have only made him look petty and weak. And it’s true. The people in that room would have destroyed his claim at the Moot if he fell apart here. And he needed to face her eventually; she probably knows him better than anyone else alive. I have no doubt that she has access to far more subtle forms of control than we know of.” He must have looked skeptical, because the girl added bitterly, “You don’t go to war with Daedric Princes without learning a few things, and Thalmor are hardly above using many of the same tactics.