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"You've kn-known me for all of fi-five minutes!" Gwyneira protests vehemently. "You can har-hardly judge me based on that am-amount of time, particularly not for my higher knowledge." She might seem wounded, if not for her bearing and the slight difference in her tone, one between hurt and righteous pride.

"There's a lot you can learn from a person in only five minutes," Dmitri said with a shrug, "For example: you are uncomfortable around strangers, you have a hard time trusting others, you don't like alcohol of any kind and you don't particularly like fire and you are an avid magician," he said, "Some of it you told me, some of it I deduced, but it's all things I've learned about you, comrade. If you'd like to know how I came to these conclusions, I'll gladly explain."

"All true," Gwyneira said, lifting a hand to hide her mouth out of reflex, shaking a little with her quiet laughter. "And I ca-can guess where these inferences ca-came from, as they are easy ones t-to make." Then, she cleared her throat and continued speaking. "Though, tho-those are small things. By the wa-way, alcohol can be use-useful- to dull pain, to help so-somewhat with shock, to cl-clean knives and other inst-instruments... I just pr-prefer not to consume it my-myself. The less problems I have, the better." There's a heavy sigh and a humorless chuckle after that statement.

" alot can be learned when you blind.. that guy behind me has already drank 6 pints and he will be going in a rage in about.. 3 seconds after being denied his 7th" Ezio said.

Dmitri tensed up and looked back. The moment the drunk man started to get rowdy, he grabbed the man's arms and held him back.
"Calm yourself, comrade. You've had enough. Go home, or else I'll call the guards after I've dealt with you myself," he warned.

At Ezio's warning, Gwyneira brought a potent calm spell to mind. Its green light flickered in her fingertips and, before the drunk man could protest to Dmitri's rough treatment, a wave of light magicka passed over him. Most likely this would mean a few drunken mumbles and a bowed head- all Gwyneira cared was that it would prevent a scene and a fight. Both were things much better to avoid. "Dmitri, there's no-no need to c-cow the man with a ma-mage in your midst," she said, voice chiming and smirk evident even beyond her cowl.

Ezio laughed softly " your sinces tend to become me keen to other things when your blind" he said with a soft smile.

Dmitri escorted the drunken man outside then sat down next to Ezio, "I guess there are some things I should envy you for. There's no way I could have known how many drinks he had. You're a bit psychic aren't you?"

Ezio laughed softly " just a little" he said with a nod " just another since that took the place of being blind"

Turning towards Ezio with a curious tilt to her head, Gwyneira speaks. "Psy-psychic through use of magic, or simply per-perceptive to mood and atmos-atmosphere?" she inquires. "I know of some sc-scrying spells, but..." She shook her head. "None so qu-quick or effective."

" more mental than anything.. i can since things that most can not" he said.

Shaking her head, Gwyneira sought to explain. "N-no, no, I do not mean... is it a sp=spell? Are you using magicka to sense, or is it... a natural mental ability?"

"I feel that it is some combination of both that he has developed to compensate for his lack of vision," Dmitri suggested.

"I really don't know myself... but its helpfull" he said

With a regretful sigh, Gwyneira shrugged. "I sup-suppose that makes sense..." she murmurs. "Ah, well. Useful inde-indeed." She sits back in her chair and crosses her legs, lounging comfortably. "It's not too un-uncommon. The Be- Falmer, for example. They have an uncanny se-sense of their surroundings."

"Ugh... Foul creatures," Dmitri shook his head, "I envy what they once were. I once saw a painting of a snow elf woman. She was beautiful... But the creatures they've become... It's a pity. If I didn't like Dwarven artifacts do much I'd never have to deal with them."

Gwyneira nodded her agreement with the first statement, then ducked her head a bit at the second comment. Flattery- to her entire race, yes, but it was still nice to hear something good. "I ha-have seen depictions as well- a fair people. Prosp-prosperous too, if history is t-to be believed. The fall is... a very sad story. I avoid them when I ca-can, but... traveling, one cannot help but enco-encounter them."

" try falling into a old dragon darial chamber.. took me months to get out, ith only mushrooms and the water from them to survive" he said laughing " then there's the hold skeleton Dragon " he said

"Friend, my armor is made out of dragon bones... Granted, being stuck inside of a burial chamber wouldn't e a pleasant experience, but there aren't many dragons that I fear."

With a wince of sympathy, and perhaps a little fear, Gwyneira regarded the blind Khajiit. The flinch was quite easy to see. "That sounds aw-awful," she informed him, voice much more expressive than usual. "A dra-dragon is no joke. As we are see-seeing..."