21 Morning Star Mournhold, Morrowind "Why don't you wear that green gown I gave you?" asked the Duke of Mournhold, watching the young maiden put on her clothes. "It doesn't fit," smiled Turala. "And you know I like red." "It doesn't fit because you're getting fat," laughed the Duke, pulling her down on the bed, kissing her breast and the pouch of her stomach. She laughed at the tickles, but pulled herself up, wrapping her red robs around her. "I'm round like a woman should be," said Turala. "Will I see you tomorrow?" "That's not true at all," snorted the Duke. "I appreciate you now."