"Uh, I don't mean to be rude miss, but if you would kindly remove yourself from me, I'd greatly appreciate it."

Saris blinked. She looked down and jumped back. "Sorry about that."

"Don't think anything into it love." Cion moved to his feet and offered his hand to the Breton woman still seated on the dusty floor. She studied him for a moment before taking any action at all.

There weren't many Dark Elves in Cyodil, which didn't mean they didn't exist, no. They just weren't nearly as plentiful. Saris knew little of the creatures save for how they looked. Dark skin and red eyes with usually black hair and occasionally one or two with a dark red tint instead.

This one was no exception to the rule. He was tall but slightly gaunt, almost as if he'd been undernourished in a prison of sorts. His hair was black and cut so that his bangs hung about his face giving him a roguish sort of charm that would have otherwise been lost in the large gash across his right eye. Saris couldn't tell seeing as how it was still as red as the other one if he could see out of it or not but his gaze stayed focused on hers so she assumed that no damage had been done.

Cion knelt down after a moment musing at the odd woman. "I didn't know I was that interesting."

Saris's mind snapped. "Err…well it's not that-"

"Oh so I'm not interesting then?" Cion toyed with the poor Breton who hadn't moved yet.

Saris didn't like being on the losing end of a conversation, especially one such as this. She narrowed her eyes and smiled. "I find you to be a horrid conversationalist, and my stares were simply so that I could admire that cut on your eye."

Cion frowned before tracing the scar with his right hand. Saris stood up keeping her arms folded behind her back. She backed towards the door making certain to keep Cion's eyes locked in her own. "I suppose I should get used to your kind, since this island is infested."

She pulled on the door handle. Cion put up his hand to stop her. "You're not from around here?

But Saris only smiled in response and darted out the door and away. There was a missing Bosmer and only a few hours before he had a date. Cion scratched the back of his head at the Bretons erratic behavior, puzzling over what had occurred and why. He only shrugged when no possible answer showed itself.

He turned and smiled at the trade house owner who only responded with sheer dismay. Arrille wasn't entirely sure what had just happened either and thought it better not to make any form of inquiry.

"Do you think I could perhaps buy some supplies from you friend?" Cion asked his attention now entirely diverted from Saris.

"Yes of course." Arrille shot a shaky smile at the Dark Elf before him but began to delve out his supplies anyway. One last sale before he saw to it that the trade house was emptied out for the night.

After thirty minutes of harsh bartering, Arrille and Cion agreed on a price. Cion found himself paying a bit less than he would have in Cyodil but he doubted the craftsmanship of the supplies he had just purchased matched those of his home. Still, it was wiser to carry a stick than to wander foreign lands unarmed. He went to his belt for his coin purse only to find it missing.

Arrille arched an eyebrow at the Dark elf's skin going from ash grey to nearly red. "Is something wrong?"

Cion turned pasting a plastic grin on his face. "No, no everything is fine, I just misplaced my money I'll be back in a moment." Cion stormed out the door. I swear by the nine I'll string that girl up when I find her.

End of Chapter 3

A/N: All righty, chapter 3, sorry for how short it is but chapter 4 is going to be a lot longer. Also for those of you who are reading this, I apologize for how long it took for an update, I've been working on a personal writing project and beating the living hell out of myself, and college and work, all of which is detailed in my livejournal if you are interested in that. Otherwise until next time

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