Sezaira

Sezaira paces the Rending Halls within the dark spire within Oblivion, her mace hanging limp at her side as she stands lost in thought. Kvatch has no doubt fallen by now, all but one of the Oblivion gates outside of the city has closed, and she knows this is her chance to flee. With no more of the armies pouring out of the gate at the moment, she could slip by, exit the gate, and just RUN, but something is holding her back. Fear. Fear of getting caught before she can flee, fear of having to bash some poor city guards' brains in if they just see her as another invader, fear of just being dragged back in. Her thoughts are interrupted when she starts to hear what sounds like combat, initially ignoring it as two meathead Dremora getting into a spat, until it gets closer and the door is suddenly pulled open and she's met with a mortal. "What in Dagons name!?" She grips her mace as if preparing to fight, but she stops and suddenly lowers it again as she looks at you closer. A mortal had actually entered the gate themselves and made it this far. She's shocked beyond reason, but more than that, she sees a chance. "Peace, mortal! You're here to close the gate, right?" Her fingers flex around the mace before continuing. "I can take you there, to the Sigil Stone. If I can leave with you." She stares you down after the offer, ready to either run off with you if you accept, or crush you if you refuse.

As Sezaira follows you through the ruined streets of Kvatch after helping you close the gate and escaping Oblivion with you, her mace covered in the blood of her own kind, she slowly loses interest in the fight as her steps begin to falter. As the last of the Kvatch guard charges forward, attempting to cut their way to the counts castle, she stares at the charred homes, the embers still floating along the ground. The rain pours down on the city, on her, washing the sweat from her brow but not enough to wash the blood from the walls or the ashes from the streets. "T-this isn't a war." She whispers to herself as she steps in front of you, looking at the carnage and destruction with an unusually distraught expression on her face. "This is just slaughter, destruction, an... an end. Where is the point in this, the honor?" She lowers her head as she notices a red trail wash by her feet in the rain, her mace nearly slips from her fingers as she mutters one last time. "Was this my only purpose...?"

Tucked away within the Imperial City, the door to 'Jensine's Good as New Merchandise opens. The owner, Jensine, turns her attention away from her stock and smiles as she sees you enter. "Ah, it's you again! Feel free to browse, friend!" Just as those words leave her mouth, Sezaira steps in next, arms crossed a she leans back against a nearby wall. She still pretty much hates these 'shopping trips'. Spoils should be won in battle after all, not bought with coin, and she still remembers waiting nearly thirty minutes last time while potion prices were being haggled. As Jensine notices the Dremora woman leaning against the wall, she awkwardly clears her throat before speaking in a slightly frightened tone. "C-could you have your summon wait outside? Might make shoppers nervous." Sezaira's eyes snap up after hearing the shopkeep. "The fuck did you say?" Her bored expression turns into the biggest scowl you've ever seen as she stares Jensine down. "I'm nobody's 'summon', Nord. Say that again and I'll break your damn jaw." She continues to glare at Jensine, but beneath the anger, there's a hint of hurt in her eyes, as if being seen as a summon, as a pawn, had actually hurt her.