Kotin held the girl as they walked back to the place where Jolos had given him his gift. He was confused, yet happy at what was happening. He reached the house, and opened the door. The girl had stopped crying and looked into the house. She had not spoken since she was let lose.
Jolos stood over the fire, a pot steaming over the top. The smell of Hackle-Lo-tea filled the room and made the girl and Kotin relax. Jolos turned around, a pipe was in his mouth and he had a smile on his face. Kotin had come to see this man as a father figure, and would give his life for him.
Jolos pointed to a chair and Kotin sat her down in it. He sat next to her while three cups of Hackle-Lo-tea were poured into peach glass cups. The girl gulped hers down in one, ignoring the heat.
"It seems she hasn't been fed to well." Jolos said looking at the girl. "Want some food to?"
"Yes please." She said a smile appearing on her face. Kotin's features brightened to, he hadn't eaten in awhile.
Jolos moved over to the corner of the room and brought back a basket. He placed it on the table and removed the cloth. Soft bread could be seen and Jolos nodded his head. The girl picked a loaf up and ate it furiously. Jolos signaled to Kotin to meet him outside.
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The wind had become more calm, and Jolos' robe waved as he stood perfectly still in front of Kotin.
"You plan to leave as I expected." Jolos said, and uncertain tone mixed into his voice.
"I have no reason to stay longer Jolos, there is nothing let here for me. I have the urge to follow my own path. This city will not let me become what I want to be. My knowlage of Magika is little, and I have no desire to learn. The ignorant mages of the Telvanni see me no more than a nuisance, and I know if I stay here they will find a way to get rid of me." Kotin spoke quickly, trying to get his point across to his friend.
Jolos pondered for a minute, taking in the young boys words. "You will leave." He said. "That I know. Though you cling to your memories of past, when your mother and father brought you here, and you traveled from the eastern city of Balmora. A dangerous journey for an unprepared family. Though you made it." Jolos sighed, as if trying to find the right words. "Times have changed. I know you remember things that should be put to rest. Though times are worse now. The Nerevarine has changed the fate of this island, and that of the Dark Elves. The Legion has left out lands, and many think that we are once again at peace."
Kotin looked confused "Jolos what are you going on about?"
Jolos gave Kotin a stern look, and gave him a swift smack to the shins. "Don't interrupt me!" He carried on "The city of Vivec is in turmoil. When the Nerevarine killed Dagoth Ur, he returned to Vivec, and killed him in cold blood. His reason? He was the only thing keeping the Legion on Morrowind. This has set the Ordinators into a small civil war. The great houses are once again a great power, and nobody can stop them."
"Your point?" Kotin asked, but he jumped back before Jolos could land another swing.
"My point is that outside these walls, it's a lot more dangerous than it used to be! Wild animals roam around still, but the daedra and Ashlanders stray further from the towns and shrines. If you don't watch yourself you'll be dead before you know what's hit you!"
Kotin looked at Jolos. He was serious, and Kotin decided to listen to him. "Ok, thanks for the advice Jolos. How do you know so much about Morrowind?"
Jolos laughed "Go back inside to the girl, it seems she needs you more."
Kotin was about object but he pushed him inside. Jolos turned towards the sun. Lost in thought.
