Tarja heard the girl hissing under her breath, having realized a most humorous folly, and snickered to herself standing up and approaching her.  A strange weapon she had in her possession, a blade, slightly curved, but not as harsh as the scimitars of Hammerfell, those damn guards going on obsessively over them damn curved swords.  No, this appeared more the blade style of Akavir, Tarja only knowing of the mysterious race through many a tale passed about a warm fire and a cold mug of ale.

[b]"Lost are we?"[/b] She said.  Gods..compared to the youth, she must appear as a giant looming over her, casting a shadow that could eclipse even Masser.  And still, she had no recollection at all of where she had seen the girl last but was certain she knew of her.  [b]"What's your name lass?"[/b]