Author: Mishell

TEL BRANORA UPPER TOWER
THERANA'S CHAMBER

SOLO LINES

Mistress Therana
"Yes.  Yes.  Yes!  Hahahahaha!  Wait, no."
"Could someone take that rug out and beat it?  It's so rude."
"SHUT UP!  EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP!"
"Mother would never approve, no, no, no.  I've been such a naughty baby!"

Ra'Zahr
"Khajiit is very sorry for whatever Khajiit has done this time."

Gils Drelas
"I love the smell of void salts."

Felen Maryon
"Tribunal preserve me."

DIALOGUES

Therana:  Trerayna's name is too similar to mine.  Gils, poison her.
Gils:  I shall, Mistress, after tea.
Therana:  NOW.
Gils:  Of course, Mistress.  Say, look at this ruby.  Isn't it shiny?
Therana:  Ooooohhhhhh.

Therana:  Slave!
Ra'Zahr:  Yes, Mistress.
Therana:  Your name is now Eggwhiskers.
Ra'Zahr:  Eggwhiskers is very pleased, Mistress.

Therana:  Oh Felen, Felen.  Felen, Felen, Felen, Felen.
Felen:  Yes, Mistress?
Therana:  Felen, Felen, Felen, Felen, Felen.
Felen:  Yes, Mistress?
Therana: DO NOT SPEAK UNTIL YOU ARE SPOKEN TO!

Felen: (deep sigh)
Gils:  (quietly)  I know.  Just try to hold on for a few more days.

ELSEWHERE IN THE TOWER

SOLO LINES

Mertisi Andavel
"Telvanni coin is no shinier than any other."

Gaelion
"I wish someone would start a fight."

Gorchalas
"I'm so tired of being afraid all the time."

Muldroni Rendas
"It's all a conspiracy.  All of it."

DIALOGUES

Muldroni:  Have you considered what I said?
Mertisi:  I think you're reading too much into it.
Muldroni: But if the other councilors weren't in on it, why wouldn't they have removed her already?
Mertisi: It's probably on their to-do list.  You know how slowly things change around here.

Gorchalas:  Why are you looking at me like that?
Gaelion:  I was about to ask you the same thing.

Muldroni:  Let me give you a bit of advice, Mertisi.
Mertisi:  Yes, muthsera?
Muldroni:  Keep some money in your undergarments.  It sounds strange, but you'll thank me.

Mertisi:  You need to relax a little, Gorchalas.
Gorchalas:  I outrank you.  Don't tell me what to do.

Gaelion:  Hey Gorch.  Want to arm-wrestle?
Gorchalas:  You broke my wrist last time.  No thank you.