Chaos when it's least expected
Chapter 4: The Deep Breath Before The Plunge
Trivura walked through the Bazaar aimlessly, the veil shielding her face from the storm. Ald'ruhn was almost quiet, as opposed to the anthill it had been for the last week or so. The near silence was somehow quaint, and the whole city looked picturesque, despite the ash storm. Maybe it was because of the storm. Maybe it was because the regulars were missing.
The regulars. Trivura shuddered. Only the Mages' Guild, the Redoran Councilors and some of the Imperials were allowed near Baradras, but she had seen him when he was being carried into the Buckmoth Fort. While he had been different from those she had seen, Trivura recognized the blank stare of a Dreamer. And Aryni Orethi, Ethes Evos and Tuveso Beleth were Dreamers too, only they managed to escape, off course. A horrible shame. Trivura always liked Ethes.
What this meant was even more horrible. Dagoth Ur had used Dreamers as the basis for the new generation of the Sixth House, House Dagoth. Now that he was destroyed, they couldn't exist. They couldn't!
But they did, and this it would only lead to trouble. There were four only in Ald'ruhn. Considering this, if they rallied, they could cause some damage before the Ordinators or the Imperials got to them. This would also very likely cause some people to doubt the Nerevarine, who had proclaimed that all Dreamers have awoken. Some already do, Ferele among them.
Where was Ferele, anyway? Trivura entered the Plaza, going past Skar, now completely isolated, and found Ferele in The Rat In The Pot, where he had been a lot recently. Sitting next to him was Tongue Toad, an Argonian.
The Argonian was sleeping, which was unusual. He wasn't exactly the kind to fall asleep in a public facility. Definitely not the kind of personality one would associate with Argonians. Immodest would be a terrible understatement. He was a member of the Thieves' Guild too, and told more than the others.
Ferele was looking into a distance, and seemed not to notice her until she sat down. "Oh hey Trivura. Damn lizard," he said scornfully, glancing at Tongue Toad and looking back a Trivura almost apologetically. "You see, it's just that all the other tables are packed full, and I wanted to keep away from commotion…"
"It's alright." He really needed to work on that, in Trivura's opinion. Argonians were among the people he hated. As was everyone he didn't get to know. Really, he was prejudiced against everything and everyone. He still would not act civil towards the Ashlanders, who were really fine fellows. Trivura looked around, before descending into silence. The inn really was packed full.
Tongue Toad finally woke up after they sat for a few silent minutes, and looked around, as though surprised to find himself here. He brushed off, which wasn't quite necessary and called the innkeeper, Lirielle Stoine, "I'll have three maztes for me and my friends here and a kwama omelette, chop chop."
He waited for them, engulfed in not even silence but rather an explosion of noiselessness, not even just the absence of silence. He received his mazte, a traditional Dunmer drink and then started apologizing for falling asleep at the table. "I really haven't gotten much sleep lately," He explained, "I've had to run almost a campaign against Hasabi. Sugar-Lips Hasabi runs the Guild in Balmora, and she thinks now that Camonna Tong are out of the business, we should take over the less… moral parts of the business."
Trivura leant forward. She didn't approve of how accepted thievery was in Morrowind, but it was always helpful to know about what was going on with al the rivaling factions, many of which were devoted to or atleast too part in the thievery, such as House Hlaalu, who were not too covert about it, the Thieves' Guild, as was hinted explicitly in the name and Camonna Tong, who took things further than that. Camonna Tong were indeed scattered right now, and House Hlaalu used thieves not so much for profit as to get advantage over the other four… five Great Houses so that opened up a whole new horizon for the Guild.
It was rather incredible that one could so blatantly blabber on about what was going on inside the Thieves' Guild and get away with not so much as a glance. But it was always better to know.
That train of though was cut abruptly by the door slamming open. A Redoran guard was standing in the doorframe, sword unsheathed. "They're here. The Nordlings, I mean" He announced nervously.
Trivura jumped up, along wit the other two, and whipped out her rapier…
