#ressamion

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The Altmer frowned at the slap, and brushed his sleeve off afterwards. "Oh yes, how could I forget about you and your brother. Attached at the loins, aren't you?" He scowled a little harder at Lorche. He was not afraid of her. His scowl traveled back to Hyaril at the nickname. "Don't call me that." He growled. "I have no such craving. I am here on business."

"Oh, Ressy," Hyaril tutted. As Lorche took a step back again at the scowl she was receiving. She did not want to get inbetween these too. "You're just jealous that I am at my brother's every whim. Not yours," And, he smiled so sweetly at the Altmer. 

"Business? To see me? You shouldn't have, even though it's been so long," Hyaril now said, taking a step closer to Ressamion, "I missed you too." And, how his voice was so pleasant, and so mocking. 

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The other Altmer sneered. "Oh, really? I would think that being in an office in Alinor would be so much more preferable to being... here. With that." He pointed at Lorche. "Or, have you become fond of the scum that this land grows? Found a cousin or two among the muck, perhaps?"

Hyaril laughed, clapping his hands together. As Lorche threw this new Altmer a look of digust as she kept her mouth shut; he was a Thalmor after all.

"Ah! If it isn't Resaamion. I haven't seen you in so long!" he grinned, giving a good natured slap on the arm to his tall 'friend', "Still insufferable and alone as per usual. But, alas you seem to have forgotten that I work in Cyrodiil, that place has slightly more class than Skyrim. And, I am simply here for my dearest brother." He explained, giving a bow. Then soon went on, "As for my dear travelling companion. I hope you aren't too terrified of her. Seeing as how she is capable of skinning anything and able to fight. Unlike, you." The word paper pusher was on his lips, but had yet to drop.

"And, what about you Ressy? Why are you here? To get the Nords to grovel and lick your boots clean?" Hyaril now asked, with a grin, looking up at Ressamion. Who he found so handsome, and so very funny. "I thought you got enough of that back home, or maybe not enough, considering your giant craving for love and attention."

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"Hyaril, is that you? Well well, traveling around a backwards country like Skyrim, and with a halfbreed no less? I see you finally understand your place."

Hyaril sneered, and then smirked, sounding all too dramatic, as he looked towards Lorche, "Oh, who is this ponce?" The halfbreed seemed to be frozen, but managed to take a step backwards from this stranger.

"I swear you look just like this acquaintance of mine, who was so obsessed with work that he hardly left the office. A rather arrogant and pitiful fellow who had no friends as I recall it," Hyaril stated, with a roll of his eyes and a smile. As if the memory of the Altmer was a fond one.