Irelia's gaze lowered. She wasn't political, but she had put at least a sliver of faith in people that quickly left her to die. She owed her life to the Khajiit. "Do you need anyone to travel with? I'm alright with spells..." The Breton trailed off.
Snorting, Falura crossed her arms. "So you've just escaped death and you're about to jump right back into it... That was a dragon. I think that we have a few bigger problems than the war right now." She frowned.






