(A/N: This huge blurb is just a thing about numbers and height, feel free to skip it. I notice that in past chapters, I have not talked much about the character's relative height, other than Tiber is tall, some of his followers are taller, and some of his followers are shorter. I seek to amend that with a short explanation. Imperials, which have a 1.0 height in game consistently, bear most physical resemblance to Germans. So using the average german height [I found two measurements, 1.78 meters and 1.81 meters, both were done in the same year, so I use 1.8 flat] I did some determinations about height, since the last three games are the ones who actually have height modifiers... High elves are 1.1, 1.1, and 1.08 in the games, therefore, on average 1.0933333etc, or rounded up to 1.1 for convenience sakes, 1.1 times 1.8 is 1.98, nearly 2 meters. Tiber is a little taller than a high elf, so he would be 2 meters flat, Yagrum junior, slightly shorter than Tiber would be the height of a high elf at 198 cm. Uruk is noticeably, but not greatly taller than Tiber, so I would say 209 centimeters. Khaj, is 180 cm. Psij would be shorter than Uruk, but taller than an Imperial, so 189 cm. Heron is shorter than Tiber, and would be a little bit shorter than Psij, so 185. Albert is remarkably short despite his heritage, he is 153 cm. Meroth, is always hunched, or even crouching or squatting, so he is usually shorter than even Albert, however his full standing height would be 190 cm. Camoran, is an average high elf, 198 cm. Thank you to everyone who cared enough to read this, I will continue with the story.)
Khaj smiled at the guards at the gates, who waved them in. Heron held onto his arm, her elbow at his bicep. Heron grimaced. Khaj and Heron were dressed wearing light blue and white matching hooded robes.
"Don't do that, they will notice." Khaj said quietly.
"Notice how unhappy I am?" Heron said, raising an eyebrow as the guards attended matters with other people who were travelling to the Imperial city.
"Yes..." Khaj hissed venomously. In the nearly 3,000 years since the Oblivion crisis, the entire Imperial city had been changed by industrialism. The only thing that was the same was white-gold tower at the center of it all. The city was remarkably clean, the streets were paved with white asphalt, and there were no homeless inside the city, all had been kicked out to beg outside the gates. The city had been expanded to occupy the whole island, there were almost no small houses, only large buildings, Some even taller than the monumental white-gold tower. All buildings were a sterile white, with large windows. There was one small shop with only three floors, it was a dingy gray but well kept. It had a sign proclaiming it to be, "Ulfron's music," handpainted. The doors on the building were taller and wider than the doors on the other buildings and appeared to be made of Ebony.
"Perhaps we should check out that shop while we're here, after all, we're masquerading as a couple for the next month or so, it would be suspicious..."
"Listen, Heron, you're only here to make me look less suspicious. We will leave our room together, and after I am done doing daytime recon, we will go back to our room together, and then I will leave you in our room alone while I sneak out at night to do more recon, am I clear?" Khaj said.
Heron smiled and nodded.
"Good, you may be here on something like a vacation, but I am not. And I will require you to leave me alone. I use what little Magicka I have to keep myself from needing sleep. Don't worry yourself or anyone else. In approximately a month, I will come back with my report on which shift on which day has the least amount of people working on the shield. A week or less from then is when we will make our move, don't screw it up." Khaj said sternly. He led them to the Tiber Septim hotel, it had followed the rest of the city in its structure, growing monolithic in size. They walked in, a thick red carpet two meters wide went from the front door to the front desk, the floor under it was white marble. Khaj walked them up to the front desk, "Dar'Zanir and Ra'Jirra to check in." He told the Redguard receptionist.
She looked over the paperwork, "Yes, yes, identification?" She looked them over.
Khaj produced two IDs, setting them on the counter.
She looked over the IDs, scanning them, she then pushed them back towards Khaj, "Everything checks out, khajiit honeymoon suite, 2 and a half month reservation, no extensions, I'm gonna need to see a credit card." She said softly holding her hand out.
Khaj put the IDs back into the folds of his clothes and pulled out a credit card, setting it out on the counter. She swiped the credit card.
"And your five digit pin." She demanded, tapping the display on the keypad.
14523 he typed in, tapping his fingers on the counter while he waited for it to come back positive.
The Redguard handed back his credit card, "Welcome to the Tiber Septim hotel mister Dar'Zanir, have a pleasant stay." she smiled, her bright purple lipstick glowing in the blue light of the lobby.
He nodded and took his card, also putting it into the folds of his robes.
She pulled out a keycard, "Your room is on the 12th floor, 1207." She said, handing over the keycard.
Khaj smiled and took the card, holding onto it.
They walked to the elevator, scanning their card, and stepped inside. They were teleported to the 12th floor. They stepped outside the elevator onto the floor. The floor was thick phlox and jungle-green colored carpet. The wallpaper was a calm blue, and there were windows every few feet out to the city.
They got to their room, scanned their card and the door unlocked. They entered it. There was a jacuzzi in the center of the living room, the floors were all white tile. There was a fully stocked kitchen and minibar, and a hallway with a bathroom, leading to the master bedroom. A king sized bed, covered in tan sheets sat in the center of the room.
Khaj closed the door behind himself and stripped off his robe, revealing his shrouded armor underneath, "We have three sets of clothes each to wear out in public, all matching, all sets of robes. They won't be expecting us to leave tonight, so stay in." He walked to the kitchen, pulling out several bags of powders. He poured a glass of water, picked up a bag marked "unicorn horn," poured a few spoonfuls in and mixed it up, he drank it, filled it up with water again and rather than dumping it to rinse it out, he drank again. He pulled out a bag marked columbine root and ate it plain, after that he ate things out of several more bags that Heron couldn't make out, and put them back in his shrouded armor. He could barely be seen as he walked to the window, opened it, and leapt out.
Heron smiled, having the room to herself. She sat in the Jacuzzi for an hour before taking a shower and going to bed.