"Leaving so soon?" Teldryn asked, setting down his bottle of sujamma. Dianthe nodded, twisting the silver ring on her finger. "I figure I've taken care of what I needed to here and I've been away from the Dawnguard for too long."

The spellsword shrugged amiably but couldn't contain his disappointment, "that's too bad, you and the daedra were the only interesting things to blow through here since the that Dragonborn fellow came by." They both glanced over at the burly Redguard sitting at the bar, twin enchanted scimitars hanging from his hip and thick black dreads spilling down his back. Dianthe shrugged, finishing off her bottle of flin.

"Who knows, maybe he'll hire you and you'll get to hear all about his adventures," she said trying to raise Teldryn's spirits. The Dunmer rolled his eyes behind his helm, "I don't need your pity, sera. So, Neloth really helped you out, hm? That's a damned miracle."

Dianthe splayed out her fingers to show off the ring, "I still barely sleep but it's an improvement. Figure I'll hole up in Fort Dawnguard and have the other vampire hunters strap me up to a stretching rack until I'm through withdrawing from moon sugar, then I'll be nearly back to where I was before this whole mess started," she half joked. If she knew anything about Isran she knew he'd be more than willing to entertain her plan. Although she had to figure a way to get the former Vigilant of Stendarr to let Tachkal around, which she was fairly sure she could do since he let that Volkihar woman wander the Fort. Teldryn inclined his head towards the Dremora standing in the shadows, the daedra's eyes half lidded in disinterest as he watched over the bustling taproom. "What about him?"

She leaned back in her chair, considering her guardian. Idly she fingered the Razor at her hip, wondering if their binding still stood should Mehrunes Dagon decide he wanted her soul for himself. She was his champion, after all. Dianthe shrugged, blowing her pale bangs from her eyes. "He sticks with me. Come Oblivion or Aetherius," she and Tachkal locked eyes, a spark of smug heat reflecting in each other's gaze.

"He couldn't leave me if he wanted to."

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/AN: That's it y'all! Thanks for reading, makes me feel like a contributing member of society. Hope everybody has a fantastic ass day!/