his new hairstyle looks like Edward Elric's, If you don't know who that is, then... also Lassour Zenammu is the name of an Ashlander in Morrowind, see if you can find him.


I gasped, and then suddenly felt hot tears streaming down my face. Lassour Zenammu was my only friend during my time in Morrowind. Gogron tried to pat me on the shoulder. "Stupid s'wit!" I grabbed his hand, cast a strength charm, and threw the n'wah into the door, and ran off.

Flash to the distant past


"Lassour and I are going to get chokeweed, we will be back soon." I promised Sedam Omalen. He was sick, along with half the orphanage, with Serpiginous Dementia. Lassour was okay with alchemy, and I was good at ingredient memory, so I thought that we would get the necessary ingredients. We ran through the west gash, collecting as much as possible, until we had two baskets full.

Bugrol Gro-Bagrul saw us on the way back and attempted to trick us into taking a shiny rock in exchange for our chokeweed. We had collected extra so we gave him a bowl and pocketed the "rock." "That idiot," Lassour said laughing, "couldn't tell the difference between a rock and a fetching diamond!"


I found myself on the top floor of the abandoned house sitting behind the barrels blocking the wall. I don't know why I went up there, but I did, and I stayed there. Vicente came up and informed me that it was soon to be time for dinner. I looked up at him, my eyes red from tears. "Aren't you gonna ask why I'm such a fetching baby?" I questioned, my voice cracking with anger. "No, I was going to ask if you were alright." "Whatever, tell the guardian to take it up if you want. I don't really care." I guess he did because the skeletal servant came up with a plate of food, and a black cloak. I knew it was to be a week before I could see my friend again, so I knew I would stay there. It got cold at night, so I put on the cloak, it seemed old and smelled like dust, but was made of fine cloth and felt soft and warm.