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"Purcel... why am I looking at a fucking Redguard?" Sergeant Hama said.

"King Ulfric has declared that Daz... Dalloz... Zenobi-"

"Zen," the Redguard said.

"...is hereby given persmission to undergo training, and take the white."

   Hama didn't like it. First Ulfric had promoted that ash-skinned elf to a full Stormcloak, and now this?

   "Zen strong," the Hammerfell black said. "Zen want to fight the Empire and the Thalmor. Zen want to fight Nord."

   "*For* the Nords," one of the other Snowcloaks corrected the man, a fire-haired Nord himself.

"*For* the Nords," Zen repeated.

"It even speaks fucking Nordic," Sergeant Hama said. "Listen here, *boy*, I'll not have some-"

   The Redguard cut him off. Never a good idea with Hama.

   "Zen not boy. Zen man. Has done man-rites."

   The Sergeant leaned back on his cane. "And what does that involve in a place like Hammerfell? Fucking a boar?"

   Some of the other initiates laughed.

"To be man, Reghul must kill manticore. You know this animal?"

"Manticores don't exist," Hama said flatly.

"Then I am liar," Zen said. "And these are not its teeth." He rattled a pouch around his neck. "But I *not* lie. My brother is still a boy, but he has taken your oaths, too."

"Brother?" Hama's eyes went wide.

A second black face came into view, much lower to the ground than his older brother - barely five-feet tall by the look. A boy indeed, but hardy-looking, and with a skittish, intelligent air about him.

(About 90 percent painted, with some ivy and statue textures overlaid)

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"Purcel... why am I looking at a fucking Redguard?" Sergeant Hama said.

"King Ulfric has declared that Daz... Dalloz... Zenobi-"

"Zen," the Redguard said.

"...is hereby given persmission to undergo training, and take the white."

   Hama didn't like it. First Ulfric had promoted that ash-skinned elf to a full Stormcloak, and now this?

   "Zen strong," the Hammerfell black said. "Zen want to fight the Empire and the Thalmor. Zen want to fight Nord."

   "*For* the Nords," one of the other Snowcloaks corrected the man, a fire-haired Nord himself.

"*For* the Nords," Zen repeated.

"It even speaks fucking Nordic," Sergeant Hama said. "Listen here, *boy*, I'll not have some-"

   The Redguard cut him off. Never a good idea with Hama.

   "Zen not boy. Zen man. Has done man-rites."

   The Sergeant leaned back on his cane. "And what does that involve in a place like Hammerfell? Fucking a boar?"

   Some of the other initiates laughed.

"To be man, Reghul must kill manticore. You know this animal?"

"Manticores don't exist," Hama said flatly.

"Then I am liar," Zen said. "And these are not its teeth." He rattled a pouch around his neck. "But I *not* lie. My brother is still a boy, but he has taken your oaths, too."

"Brother?" Hama's eyes went wide.

A second black face came into view, much lower to the ground than his older brother - barely five-feet tall by the look. A boy indeed, but hardy-looking, and with a skittish, intelligent air about him.

(About 90 percent painted, with some ivy and statue textures overlaid)