When you first meet Indaenir in Greenshade, he’s a friendly, unassuming little guy who has no idea he’s about to become one of the most powerful people in the entire Aldmeri Dominion. Indaenir sacrifices himself to cleanse the blight from Valenwood. Following his sacrifice, he is revived by Y’ffre and becomes the new Silvenar.
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Most people in Tamriel marry at the Shrine of Mara, but the Silvenar and Green Lady, who are the embodiment of all things Bosmer, marry at a special handfast. One cannot live without the other, and if one of them dies, the other will surely follow soon.
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“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.
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