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Lacey smiled and watched Dmitri put the dress in the bag, the whole thing fitting easily. She followed him out and smiled. "He wasn't snide and sarcastic. He was pretty nice." She said nodding at his question. "It's pretty cool."

"Do you even know what those words mean?" Dmitri laughed a bit at the little girl and squeezed her hand. They walked up a long set of stairs to the castle and a guard opened the door for them.
The entryway was a long hallway with columns on both sides and a wide set of stairs at the end. These led into a large dining hall without any walls dividing it from the entry. There was a long table with a fire at the far end and a throne, where the Jarl was sitting. Next to him was a gray-skinned elf woman wearing armor.
"Dmitri," she nodded. Her voice had a thick British accent.

"Aren't they mean words?" She asked just as they entered the entryway. "Wow, this is biiiiiig" She said letting go of his hand and spinning in a big circle with her arms outreached, giggling. She noticed the woman and quickly hid behind Dmitri again, not liking new people.

Dmitri knelt to the man sitting in the throne, "Jarl Balgruuf," he said respectfully.
"Thane Yashklov," the man nodded curtly, "Who is this little one?" he asked.
"This is Lacey. I just bought her from an illegal slave market out in the plains. I plan to raise her as my own," he said a bit proudly.

When Lacey saw Dmitri kneeling, she knelt beside him, clutching his hand. She listened to them speak, not paying a bit of attention. Instead, she was staring at the gray elf woman.

The elf looked down upon Lacey with a cold gaze.
"Do you need something child?"
"Irileth... Do you have to always be like that?" Balgruuf asked with a little sigh.

Lacey shook her head quickly and reverted her gaze to something else in the room, every once in a while coming to rest back on her when she wasn't looking.

They talked for a little while and Balgruuf promised to send some troops out to see if they could take care of the market.

Lacey yawned and continued to look around, her hand still in Dmitri's, carefully looking at everything so she wouldn't forget. Her eyes frequently came upon the gray-skinned woman, but they quickly found something else to stare at in fear of retaliation.

"Cone on, Lacey," he smiled and led her away, out of the castle.

"Ok." Lacey sad getting up and walking out of the caste with Dmitri. "I don't think the lady with hte gray skin liked me...." She said once they were down the castle steps.

"She doesn't like anyone, really," he smiled.
"Got that right..." a guard mumbled.

Lacey smiled, glad she wasn't the only one who thought she was a meany. "So where are we going now?" She asked, looking up at Dmitri.

"We'll head towards Markarth, where I live," he said as they walked down through the city.

"Ok, where did you put Mina?" She asked, looking around them for a white horse.

"At the stable," he walked towards the stables and led her out of a stall and then helped Lacey up and climbed up behind her.

Lacey giggled when he lifted her up to sit on Mina's back and petted her mane before Dmitri got on. "And we're off to the races!!" She giggled, hugging Mina around the neck.

He chuckled and patted her thigh, "For sure."

Lacey smiled and leaned back on Dmitri, happy to finally have a home to call her own. "How much farther are we from your house?" She asked, looking up at his face.

"We'll get there tomorrow night."