After the conversation with the breton: Francis, he slowly walked over to his sister sitting at a table by herself. He didn't realize it before until he neared her that the dwemer staff he carried with him rested in front of her on said table. Did she rummage through his belongings again? Such a nosey khajiit she was....
Or maybe, due to the expression on her face she was... thinking about something? There was enough of a strained expression to tell something bothered her but it wasn't about the staff. She would look less sorrowful.
Catching Qara'Sion in the corner of her eye, she quickly turned around and smiled as she spoke. "Hey, you took quite sometime. Is everything okay?" The younger sibling lowered his head and averted his eyes away from her, yet still moved to take the seat across the table to sit. "...I told Zaveed we, or well I won't be staying to fight. At least, until we have the chance to return to skyrim. It wasn't a good conversation." The two stopped speaking at the end of his sentence. Shenzi immediately had began to fiddle with the dwemer staff on the table, still silent. "You wen't through my stuff again didn't you?" "Yes. I wanted to just inspect this is all." She responded referring to the weapon. Qara'Sion began to scratch the side of his head out of discomfort. "Could have asked me you know..." "I do."
And they sat in silence once more only for a longer period of time now. Enough for both to be aware, but neither to speak. Until Qara'Sion decided to. "I have a question...Shenzi." His sister picked up her head to look at him, rather than the weapon on the table. "How did you meet Belle and Fat-One? It's very strange for a khajiit, an imperial, and an argonian to group together like this... it sounds more like a drunkard's joke."
His sister chuckled to herself before smiling. "Fine, I'll tell you. Well..." She had began. Qara'Sion was shocked she was so willing to tell him albeit not visibly and listened on.
"After I left our family... or well "family", I was on my own for awhile. As much as I hated... or learned to hate robbing someone, times were becoming tough. Survival of the fittest I should say huh? Anyway... I was near a quaint little village...town...I forgot. And I saw this woman with long hair, and a rather long dress leaving said town with a bag on her own at the dead of night." He watched as his sister sighed a little, turning her eyes away before returning the gaze. "She was crying, visibly upset, as we've been taught... easy to pick. So I approached her while no one was around. Asked her what was wrong, and she was open about her situation; trying to find someone she loved who had been cursed with something and even without the curse, his family wouldn't want her to be with him. Neither did his family want him amongst them. Then, to try and find the cure for it; whichever came first. I don't know, as I spoke with her, she seemed too kind to rob. So I offered to help her out. And she accepted." "...Just like that? There's more to it Shenzi..." Qara'Sion bluntly told his sister, arms folded on the table. "You're right. She's an imperial. A very intelligent capable one. Who obtained feelings for a nord. During the war." Qara'Sion remained silent, biting his tongue almost. "I don't know why she was willing to allow me to accompany her. But she did. I don't know why she allowed it... but she did. Not knowing where to begin searching, or even where to ask to search, but Belle did... then."
He listened on, as if a child listening to an old story. "Well. We met Fat-One. Obviously, you know that wasn't his name, but we stopped Riften since after traveling for a bit, we stayed at a tavern. And the Gods would be the only ones to know it would just happen to be us to stay there that night. Some drunk argonian caused a ruckus there as Belle and I were normally dining on whatever food we had. The storekeep had a temper-" Shenzi was cut off by a slight chuckle from Qara'Sion who instantly thought of Shenzi's own temper. She sighed and flicked his forehead on instinct. "As I said, he had a temper and said argonian decided to knock out the storekeep in one punch, then it turned into a bit of a mess until Belle and I decided to just deal with him ourselves. Well, I dealt with him out of annoyance because he stumbled on me. After a bit of a few swings, claws, and magic spells, we knocked him on his ass literally, and he only laughed at us. He was impressed that out of everyone in the tavern, it took the two of us to bring him down. Although he stopped laughing when the guards showed up...."
"And?" "And, they assumed all three of us were responsible for what happened there. Belle and I ran to try and get out of the town, but there were more guards. Fat-One plowed through them like a horse gone wild and we left riften together by chance. Best to believe, I doubt the three of us can go there anytime soon. I don't even know why we stuck with that argonian myself, but we were willing." "Then what's his story?" His sister looked in his eyes for a minute before giving in. She was definitely being a lot easier to talk to then she usually would be. "Fine, he was an ex-bandit leader. A strong one then any common-folk we've probably dealt with in the past. His band of merry thugs decided one day to let him go around on a sort of "vacation". Just to have some fun time to himself. He came back the day after... found his entire group slaughtered as he put it. Including two of his children and his "mate". The only body he didn't find, was one of his son's; the one he named after himself."
And that's why probably..." Qara'Sion thought. "And that's why the two of us stuck by him." His sister remained silent as she continued to fiddle with the dwemer weapon once again. Fat-One wanted to find his son, and Belle wanted to find the man she fell for. Who knows how long the three of them have been traveling together? They were all searching for something... someone. He couldn't help but feel jealous of his sister. Loyal friends who she knew she could trust... unlike himself. He really didn't know who he could and couldn't trust... but then again, he really didn't have a right to say if he was one to be loyal.
At least in his own mind he felt this way.
The siblings sat in silence, until a thought occurred in Sion's mind. Shenzi didn't say why.... "Um... Shenzi?" He began. His sister's head looked up from the weapon in curiosity to him. "I know Belle and Fat-One are searching for someone.... what are you searching for?" His sister remained silent as she stared into his eyes. Sion waited for her response. And she couldn't answer, yet kept the same expression on her face.
"Ah... i feel much better now. How you holding up Shenzi?" Came a deep voice. Neither of the khajiits paid attention to the large argonian walking up to the two with a grin on his face. "As fine as ever. Sit dog." Sion noticed his sister quickly turn her head with an annoyed smile on her face as she spoke to the argonian. All he did was sigh and sit down at the table, groaning. He must have been used to her names for him.
The two talked as he sat there listening, occasionally chiming in here and there. But in the back of his mind, he felt even more conflicted than before. The war between three factions... his jealousy... his ridiculous past... then Zaveed's words of cowardice...
This was going to be a painful night. He'll get over it.... just keep talking with the two of them and forget about it. Too many thoughts and too many conflicting emotions...