The Pact was disorganized, poorly led. The leaders of the Nordic and Dunmeri contingents were full of bluster but not much brain, and the Argonian leaders only cowered between them. Such incompetence was evident in the reckless advance of the raiders into Stros M’Kai.
Nidalave sneered, wondering why she ever decided to join up. Privateering — no, even pirating — paid more than the pittance the Pact gave her to use her ship as a troop transport. But money was hard to come by and steady work even harder. She would rather a pittance than nothing at all. Continue reading “Nidalave Watches A Battle”