Many ask us how we find our mates, as though Argonians cannot experience joy the way the mer do. Though this seems absurd, I myself met my husband in an unusual way. I believe the Hist spoke to both of us, to ensure we would both be where we could not help but meet and fall in love. This despite my innermost belief I'd never marry. The first stir caught me by surprise. I put away items in the shop, organizing what I could amongst the clutter, when suddenly I heard my own voice in my mind say, "Wait for him." "For ...?" I asked aloud, startled out of my reverie. Silence. "Anyone in there? Anyone?"