Dreet-Na listened carefully as their captive responded, his slight grin fading and being replaced with his usual scowl as she denied his allegations, her words mixed with a combination of anger and sorrow. 

[b] "You have no proof otherwise.."[/b] she finished with an innocent look across her features as she turned back to face him. 

“Hah!” barked the argonian before he turned and stalked away slightly. Wrong indeed, he thought to himself. He thought hard about what he had read before, his mind fixating on one particular text ‘The Falmer: A Study’ which seemed to confirm that which this woman was speaking of about the snow elves becoming those wretched creatures that lurked in the deep. It seemed either she was also familiar with old texts, or that she knew an awful lot about something she claimed not to be. His thoughts turned then to ‘The Fall of the Snow Prince’, another text amongst others that he had once spent many days pouring over. No, he was sure of what she was, even if she wouldn’t admit it – he had read enough first and second hand accounts to know exactly what she was. 

Dreet-Na shrugged and turning back to her replied “It matters not if you are an Altmer or a Falmer, a Nord or an Orc – you will not prevent us from completing our mission, whatever your true intent is”. He shot her another glare before he gestured to Rawlith begrudgingly and said “The Khajiit seems to think you’re harmless enough, I suppose I’m inclined to agree”. 

Directing his words at the others he said “I see no reason to keep her bound like this. She has no weapons at the moment and we have Valerion if she decides to attack again. What threat is a Fal… I mean Altmer when we have Dragons to concern ourselves with”. His final words were laced slightly with sarcasm as he referred to her as an Altmer. 

With that Dreet-Na sat beside the camp fire and took out his book, this time scrawling rapidly before he began to attempt to capture a likeness of their captive under the heading ‘Snow Elf’.