She belonged to none of the Great Houses, she didn’t belong to anyone. Though most considered Argonians and Khajit to be the former slaves of the Dunmer there were cases of Dunmer themselves being enslaved to their own people. The Dark Brotherhood was a good fit for her and at least now she was getting paid. She had held it in for most of her life, letting it build and build until it became like a secret weapon within her chest that one day was unleashed upon the world. The only thing Tirsani bowed to was her fury. The gods had never been something she paid much attention too not even the living gods of the Tribunal her people couldn’t shut up about. It wasn’t that she was devoted to Sithis as some of her Brothers and Sisters in the Sanctuary. She was ready to use her Blade of Woe, ready to send a soul to the Void. They watched with an intense glare, waiting to spot their contract. Like most Dunmer her eyes were some shade of red, hers being the color of crimson blood. Her dark features helped her blend into the shadows, an advantage in her line of work. Tirsani watched people’s movements from the shade.
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