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What’s the worst place they’ve ever been to?

Well, I would say Syrim but not all of it is awful. Some parts are really quite pleasant and friendlier than some other places I’ve been to, but I, of course, don’t live in those parts. I suppose I’d say…oh yes, definitely, it was Tear. I spent some months there and it was positively the most unpleasant place I have ever seen in my life. It would be very easy to be taken in by the flamboyance and hospitality of the Dres and ignore the abject misery of most of the inhabitants. The decadence…well, it certainly wasn’t very surprising that the Argonians invaded.

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What are High Rock nobles really like? Are there any families that stand out, or are they all just the same?

By and large, the houses of the nobility are vicious, vindictive, iron-fisted, bloodthirsty wolverines. Ones that aren’t rarely last very long. Oh, I don’t deny that there aren’t individual members who are perfectly lovely people -if painfully sheltered from many of the hardships of the world- and sometimes those perfectly lovely people find themselves in positions of great power, but they are more often pawns or destroyed or consumed.

Forgive me if I am not entirely complimentary. Being a high but baseborn servant does tend to strip away your illusions regarding the lofty in a way that few other things can. I suppose I ought to be thankful. It prepared me for House Telvanni and the court of Helseth very well. I am not so far from rightly calling myself a Telvanni lord, did you know? Lord Orphelin. Lord Neht. Bah, the words sound misshapen coming from my mouth. I will speak no more of this. Titles are meaningless to one such as I. Besides, if things had been a little different, a marriage would have…well, anyway, let me get on with this.

The Allards spring to mind. Red of hair. They fancy themselves dragons but why one would wish to fashion themselves after tyrant relics is beyond me. I think it was the Lord Alderic (the maidservants whispered wonderfully wicked rumors about him, but then again, they whisper such lovely things about nearly everyone) who headed that house when last I was in the country. Perhaps it was shortly after? I recall the name, but quite frankly, all the faces of dead lords do blend together after some times and honestly, there were other things that I cared more about during that point in my life.

They are quite prideful and as temperamental as the fire in their hair. They strut with puffed chests like a proud old cock in the farmyard and look very handsome in their shining armor, I’m sure. It is very important to look handsome in armor. There are many lords who would say that armor is useless if one does not look like the very picture of a true knight.

I have absolutely no clue why one of the gilded lilies is traipsing around with sweet dearest. I had thought that the high lords looked down on talking too much with the common folk, but what do I know?

Then there are the Labelles. They are not, of course, true lords, but when one has enough money, one might as well be blooded blue. They take for their sigil the dainty unicorn, which is well known to be one of the most beautiful and most hideously dangerous of all beasts, which I do, of course, find very apt.

The fact that they have managed to trick so many of the smallfolk and even some of the highborn into believing that they are clean as soap should be taken as an inspiring example of how people will believe anything as long as you wear a nice vest and say it very nicely. But I, for one, will hardly complain. My charge was fond of the silks they procured and I know full well that the king’s banquet wouldn’t nearly be as sumptuous if we had to rely on others to procure the exotic spices that we hold dearest to our hearts. Trust me, we tried.

Now, I do think enough has been said about House Clairnitte’s obsession with the golden treasures of the west and enough of it is absolutely filthy, so I shall not repeat that. No, I applaud them! They know what they want and if what they want is the hand and other parts of golden flowers who have never quite gotten over creation, well, good for them. I have no patience with point-fanciers but they can take all the Altmer they want as long as they leave me alone.

We may also speak of the Voclains, those crowned stags. I find them utterly fascinating because I am not entirely sure if anyone from the other nobles houses actually likes them, they are not known for their great cunning, they are quick to pick up a sword for every good cause they come across, they seem more the offspring of Cyrodiil and Skyrim than proper Bretons, and they have not managed to be annihilated yet. I am not surprised when they are outwitted, and yet I cannot help but admire the fact that they soldier on. They have wonderful horses. My handsome Ser Darzi had a fine steed he claimed was of Voclain stock, but truth be told, I think that he was only trying to impress a simple temple boy.

There were also the Lemaires. I had a patron once who was a lord of Lemaire, but he died in a tragic housefire. They are dark of hair and their banner bears the key of knowledge. They’ve grown minor now, I am afraid to say. I believe that the Copperharts still exist and still buzz around court. Their symbol is a heart aflame. There are the Bridwells who have always had a hand in the Knights of the Dragon. It is their only accomplishment to date. There is the ancient and noble clan of Direnni, of course. I cannot find it within me to say anything too negative of them. I remember Medora, the king’s mistress. My charge was a cousin of his and so of course my attention was on her, but I did style Medora’s hair more than once and it was quite charming.

You must understand that there are many nobles and lords of High Rock, many of which were bitter enemies of Daggerfall. We may look to Wayrest, for instance, and see what it produced: my dark king Helseth and Elysana. I became very fond of a Cardette from Daenia who had been taken hostage during some war or another and made into a lady’s companion. It was a very advantageous hostage situation for her, I assure you. The Cardettes are a middling house from a minor region and their only claim to fame is a nice vacation spot and lumber, so it was moving up in the world for her. Lovely girl. Not very well informed on what eunuchs actually are, but lovely all the same.

There are many other houses in many other regions. I cannot possibly hope to list all of them. They rise and fall like a badly baked souffle.

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provisional ♥? nbd if that's too much trouble, though

Neht performed the role of Pelinal before, though certainly not in the way that Bertille does. He always wanted to play Alessia, but there was no way that anyone would let a grey, red-eyed elf play the Paravant. The thing about Pelinal is that even if he did go on genocidal rampages against mer and Khajiit, no one can tell you’re a Dunmer under the armor or, in Neht’s case, costume.

Neht’s heard rumors of someone wearing armor like the costume he once wore, though real. Of course, Neht hears a lot of rumors. Times are strange. He doesn’t have the time right now to investigate that when his resources are strained gathering information about dragons, the civil war, and the Aldmeri Dominion. Plus, there are the more pressing threats of vampires, rogue mages, and bandits to deal with. Still, that doesn’t mean that he isn’t curious. Of course he doesn’t believe that Pelinal has returned, but he’s a potent anti-Dominion symbol for obvious reasons.

It was hard to get accurate information into Morrowind about what was happening in Cyrodiil while the Oblivion Crisis was going on, so most of what Neht learned was after the fact. Neht dismisses much of it as Imperial propaganda. Still, he does believe that there was a nice young Septim boy and some adventuring type that ultimately ended the thing. And you know what? He’s grateful for that. Why wouldn’t he be? The Oblivion Crisis was awful. Mehrunes Dagon almost won. This is what happens when you don’t have a working Tribunal to drive him away.

I’m pretty sure Neht would latch onto Bertille if he ever found out who exactly she is.

"You underwent a traumatizing journey to save the world? I underwent a traumatizing journey to save the world. We should have tea."

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