First in the Eyes of the Queen, Razum-Dar is a master of disguise. He is stealthy, clever, and a big hit with the ladies.
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Back at the inn, Kaawen finally lost herself and cried over the Silvenar’s death. Betath held her as she wept, stroking her hair and whispering to her soothingly. When her sobs finally subsided, he handed her a handkerchief with which to wipe her eyes. Then he bought her a tankard of mead.
She wasn’t feeling sociable, so after finishing her drink, she said goodnight and went to her room. She slept surprisingly well, exhausted after running back and forth across Mistral for two days, and the catharsis when she finally let go. Although she was still feeling the loss and probably would for some time to come, she was refreshed the next morning when Betath knocked on her door.
“Oh, dear Y’ffre,” Kaawen gasped as she knelt next to the Silvenar.
“Careful, Kaawen,” Betath warned her, but she ignored him.
As he knelt next to her, she began looking over the body, trying to be as respectful as possible. She couldn’t see anything suspicious at first glance—at least on his body, anyway. A red haze with the odor of sulfur permeated the air around him. “This has gotten all out of hand, Betath.”
The door opened and the Green Lady stepped inside. “It’s time for you to leave. I—NO!” She threw herself to the floor and began shaking the Silvenar’s shoulders. “No, no! Look at me, my love; open your eyes and look at me!”
Betath and Kaawen spent a couple of weeks doing random jobs around the island and getting to know each other. They used thunderbugs to get rid of a rat problem on a moon sugar plantation, helped solve a harpy problem, and assisted some Bosmer whose host tree was ill. Betath didn’t really understand what was going on with the tree, but it distressed Kaawen quite a bit. Apparently, these wood elves had summoned a spirit to heal the tree, but a kwama farmer’s livestock had gotten loose and was trying to eat the tree spirit.
“Have you ever tried to pilot a ship through a hurricane when your entire stock of kwama eggs hatches and goes completely bug-nuts?” the elf had said. “I’ve tried it; can’t recommend it.”
Kaawen hadn’t appreciated when Betath had laughed himself silly over it.
Captain Jimila let Kaawen and Betath sleep through the night, then fed them the next morning before they went on their way. Kaawen couldn’t help noticing how Betath fit right in while they breakfasted with the crew. She was friendly herself, but he treated them like they were old buddies, laughing and joking with them in a way she had rarely seen in an Altmer. When they departed, Jimila grasped their forearms warmly and told them sincerely that she hoped they would meet again.
Sergeant Firion even went so far as to hug them. “I can’t thank you enough for what you did,” she told Kaawen as she embraced her.
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