Passing Notes Between Kittens

Kiseena left Seyda Neen bright and early today. The air was not too warm and sticky, and Kiseena had almost forgotten the smell of the evil water from last night. Kiseena said her good-byes to Elone, Hrisskar, Arrille and yes, even Fargoth, before leaving the way the words of Elone's directions told. North from town, then east along the road, following signs. Kiseena was glad to get the sound of the big silt-bug out of her mind.

The trail was long and mostly boring. Kiseena fought a small yellow leech-thing that Kiseena later found out was called a scrib. What is it with Vvardenfell and the creepy, disgusting animals? Where are the dogs and deer and cute bear cubs of Cyrodiil?

It was not long after Kiseena passed a path that led north to a place called Pelagiad that Kiseena met a very well-dressed woman named Maurrie. She was very nervous and said she had recently been robbed. The bandit had stolen her jewels and then left toward the nearby imperial town. Maurrie was not very concerned with trying to recover her jewels - instead she was more concerned with meeting the bandit again. The woman was almost giddy with feelings for the bandit and told Kiseena of him for a long time. Then, begging for Kiseena's help, Maurrie gave this one a glove and asked her to find the bandit, named Nelos something.

Had Kiseena not just passed the road to that town, Kiseena would have said no. Plus, this one has a soft-spot for love, no matter how foolish it may sound. In Pelagiad, a woman suggested Kiseena look in the local tavern for this Nelos mer. The elf was sitting in one of the dark corners of the Halfway Tradehouse, no doubt working on his mysterious rogue appearance. Kiseena was happy to see the confusion when Kiseena showed Nelos the glove. Nelos scribbled words on a small paper and asked Kiseena to return the paper to Maurrie.

The cynic voice in Kiseena's head says that if Kiseena knew the extent of the back-and-forth between woman and mer that this one might have refused the task from the start. But there is an odd charm to having a hand in the affairs of others in a way that does not involve hiding in shadows and curious fingers. Sadly, the only reward that Maurrie had for Kiseena was the suggestion that Kiseena meet her friend Barnard in a town called Tel Branora, saying that we would "get along famously." Kiseena has not met this man or mer, but has doubts of such a thing.

For now, Kiseena eats a short lunch out of sight of Maurrie (who is no doubt headed soon to Pelagiad) and writes words of the morning's events.