Xidane let out a loud laugh at the words of the Nord...
"You are as confused as Ulfric himself m'lad! Ulfric does indeed care for his people, but only his people. You missed the point I dare say, Dark-Elves called Skyrim home when they fled Morrowind and they were accepted in all areas of the land but yet Ulfric makes them live in slums and won't even let Argonians into his city." Xidane's faced burned hot and the orb in his hands began to glow a bright sickening red "You have been blinded of your own land's tradition and history because you follow a racist!" Xidane exclaimed with a harsh tone as the orb disappeared with a loud *whoosh* sound "You people say that only Nords should rule Skyrim, but have you forgotten that nearly every providence in Tamriel was once ruled by their own native kind until a war or peace treaty of some-kind changed their rulers to a foreign race. As for me staying out of the matter, you silly man, my mother was a Nord, killed by Ulfric's men for the simple fact of knowing about the Foresworn in Markarth, not siding with them. I will renounce my position in the matter when Ulfric's head rests on a spike..." Xidane for the first time, turned to face the Nord with his eyes glowing a fiery red and continued "and I'd watch my tongue if I were you, or your ignorant head can join his!" he felt the anger inside him, and tried to calm himself before it was too late "If the populace should decide Skyrim's fate then that includes me, like it or not, therefore my opinion is highly more than just rubbish so you say. You stand-up mighty proud of Ulfric and your homeland, but yet at the first mention of an Imperial you hide the amulet you wear around your neck...why is that?" Xidane finished with a sly grin...
