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“I hate you,” Darjo says to Ancano after dragging him off to the side of the hall after Tolfdir’s lesson. “I hate you because of the fact that you were rude to a Breton because you believe yourself so superiorly bred and superior in general that you refuse to be civil and nice. I have only been here for an hour and only encountered you twice while here—for less than ten minutes each. So I think that it either says a fuck ton about this one or you that I've seen you twice in an hour for less than ten minutes each time and hate you this much. but I also hate you because of your voice.” Ancano opens his lips to butt in and offer a few words in response to the Dragonborn's loud assertion, observing that a crowd is forming as a consequence of the Dragonborn's near continual raising of their voice. “AND no I don't care what you're about to say because I know of the crowd and that I've almost raised my voice multiple times but I don't care. So again I hate you because of your voice and I hate your voice for various reasons."
Because they've been conversing for a solid 10 minutes or so with minuscule breaths here and there, they pause. Using this, Ancano takes his chance and says, "Well, I would very much like that list of why you hate me so much even though you've been here for a tiny bit of time and why you hate my voice so much, hmmm.” Because it's such a ridiculous thing to say, the Dragonborn chuckles and almost starts laughing hysterically, but they decide to tell anyway. "You wanna know like you really, truly wish to know." Ancano is perplexed but nods anyhow. "Alright, so I hate your voice for a few reasons, but the top few are because I've met Ondolemar and the other Altmer in Markarth and pretty much everywhere else, but the one Altmer I came to Skyrim to see is a snobby stuck-up asshole whose voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard or any annoying sound I can think of and is probably going to get himself killed stupidly because of the Thalmors job for him here. I could and would say a lot of other things if it didn't give me away."
As the Dragonborn says this, the others truly notice that the Dragonborn is shrouded in Nightingale Armor and is not displaying their face, but they can tell by the stature, attitude, posture, and everything else that this one was raised by or near Khajiit. As it turned out, this was Ancano's best friend, who was also the person he was courting, and when they both reached what would have been adulthood in human years, this one either fled away or disappeared and was presumed dead. A few months or a year later, they were discovered by a Khajiit caravan in Skyrim, stayed for a few years, adopted the Khajiit way of speaking, and then parted ways at Markarth to hunt for information as this one trades in information on particular individuals. So they inquired whether Ondolemar was in Markarth, conversed with him, traveled to Winterhold from Dawnstar Khajit caravan considering they were traveling that way, decided to do something dumb and screw with Ancano simply because why not, and then you discover he talks differently and says. Why does your voice sound like that in the first place? Khamer, Ancano says it's none of your concern. According to Khamer. Did you honestly miss this one so much that you joined the Thalmor and messed up your voice?