Xxaga had taken notice of the respectful silence that had fallen when she entered, but didn't care much. She'd gotten used to it by now, so it didn't have much of an effect on her. When people first began doing so, she'd been nervous, but soon learned they did it out of respect. However, she felt a person staring at her in a way unlike the respectful looks of the others. She looked and saw an elf looking at her warily. They locked eyes for a moment, then the aging Nord looked away, and noticed a very young Breton looking at her, even after the others returned to their activities. If he came over, she'd tolerate him. Many aspiring young adventurers looked up to her, whether they prefer magic or steel. For the most part, she took no notice, but she occasionally saw potential in a young adventurer, and has let more than a few accompany her to get a taste of adventuring. More often than not, they find out it's not what they thought, and return to their quiet lives. But some continued their adventures. She had a close friend who operated mostly in Riften. A Khajiit by the name of Lai'Quir. She was part of the Thieves' Guild located in the Riften Ratway. Xxaga didn't want anything to do with Thievery and the like, but she's done some services for the Dark Brotherhood, fulfilling a contract or two. Most people didn't know about that side of her, though.
She drained the tankard of mead, and leaned back in the chair, arms crossed in front of her chest. Electricity crackled over the quicksilver blade of Dragonbane, a sound that, if one knew what to listen for, would surely notice. A faint hum, accompanied by the occasional pop of arcing electricity. The blade was ancient, and she found it in the Sky Temple while assisting the Blades with something. It was research into the World Eater or something like that, even though Alduin hadn't been seen for centuries. But when he returned, she hoped for the sake of the world that the Dragonborn would arrive with him.
