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    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    The woman, despite her soft expression, had tensed slightly by the males' words. She was unsure if they were to be playful in nature, or taunting... the words 'does not belong' and the way they somehow knew what each other needed without a single muttered phrase... Valencia tensed a bit internally, but her expression stayed both soft and serious with her narrowed icy eyes of interest and wariness.

    "I will repeat to your friend my response" she spoke, facing the taller male. "Dar'Kazhel inquired me for aid in information and a blade, to which I stated a blade I do wield, but information you desire I do not. A replied in a statement from his mentioning of my people, where I spoke of courage. However, I am intrigued myself to what help I would be to him, where I too benefit." the youthful white-haired woman spoke calmly, trying to explain herself in a summarized manner.

    Again, her icy but gentle eyes stole a glance to the Breton after Dar'Kazhel had done so. Did they know one another? Or did he too notice the attention? Focusing on the two in front of her, Valencia made sure to address any question given to her, as well as carefully analyze the situation. She wanted not to fall into any foolish conditions as well as dangerous ones. She felt as if the conversation had transferred from one on one to the need of a translator. She did not mind though, as she was genuine of heart and no underlying secrets would be shared of her story.

    "My question, without hidden diction, is what Dar'Kazhel desires from me that I can offer. As I stated prior, a blade I do wield, information I do not... With what I will use my blade for is determined by what is desired of it." Her voice was still just as gentle as well as intellectual. She wanted them to understand that she would not play along with any games, but was willing to honestly help where it is needed for righteous action.
     

    Stormmaiden

    Active Member
    Alathera's new treasure was so much more than it seemed. And, the more she studied it, the more it drew her in. The gem itself radiated warmth, and with the promise of power. But try as she might, she could not find a way to tap into said magical resevoir. It was frustrating, and at the same time intriguing. If her suspicions were correct, she wasn't the first pyromancer to have handled the ruby.

    Before she could study it further, however, she was interrupted by an altmer woman. She was paler than most of her kind, and more notable, she wore leather and chainmail, rather than the more common robes of a mage that altmer were known for. She asked about the news circulating the city, an odd request, Alathera reflected, even as she slipped the gem into the folds of her robes.

    "As much as I would like to help a sister elf, I am but passing through Skingrad. As you know, the Imperials are more and more distrustful of our kind since the second war. Not willing to share even a snippet of information." She said, keeping her voice courteous. Her eyes were drawn to a conversation between a pair of khajiit, one notably larger than the other, and an armoured, white haired nord woman, who looked more out of place here than most. "A better person to ask might be one of them." She nodded towards the group, eager to have the altmer away from her. Besides the obvious chainmail and daggers, the woman radiated danger. "Khajiit are always getting into places they're not supposed to."
     

    Andre Marek

    You can run, but you'll only die tired...
    Rowan raised an eyebrow as the Orcish woman approached him. Sweeping his gaze over her, he felt his interest pique. He wasn't sure what exactly the woman saw in him but she was attractive enough, for an Orc, for him to humor her interest. Keeping his eyes on her but doing his best to remain aware of what was going on around him, Rowan said, "I'm always happy to have a womans company." He gave a faint smile and gestured to the chair next to him, "Make yourself comfortable... Or as comfortable as you can in a dive like this."

    As the woman pulled out the chair, Rowan watched the two Khajiit as they talked to the fair-haired woman. Whatever they were talking about, one thing was clear, they, just like everyone else in the tavern, had singled her out as the odd one out. Although, Rowan wasn't so sure. She had to be there for a reason, even if that reason was only discretion. Rowan decided to keep an eye on the other patrons sitting around him; something was bound to happen sooner or later and he wanted to be ready to move if he had to.

    Turning his attention back to the Orcish woman for the moment he ordered another ale,
    "Rowan..." He said, lifting the corner of his mouth slightly, "And you are?"
     

    DropTop

    Member
    Dar'Kazhel had rightfully called him over, this woman was quite the wordsmith. She wasn't nearly as entertaining as he wanted her to be. She didn't feed their kiddish behavior and was quite the opposite. Simple and sure with her words, not even a smidget of emotion involved. "Well, this one doesn't think she can be of much use to you." Kharjirr stated, slightly jabbed for not getting his desired reaction. "She wants to know what you need her blade for, and how she will make profit," He spoke plainly, his curiosity dwindling once again. Typical nord he thought. He wondered what Dar'Kazhel would want with her, perhaps the same intentions as his own. Her unsettling maintenance of a straight face while being confronted by the two made his blood boil. How on earth could this small woman not even have the slightest hint of fear in her eyes.

    If his appearance couldn't generate the reaction he wanted, then surely he'd artificially create it.
    "Kharjiir senses weakness in this one's heart. She walks with the damned, but won't own the title herself. Weakness," Kharjiir stated firmly, a fire lit in his eyes. Many didn't like the look Kharjiir gave in this state. It was remarkably similar to that of predator preparing to pounce on prey. It was entirely instinctive as well, and he couldn't control his urge to cause issue's sometimes. His tiger patterned fur combined with his size made the situation all too similar to that of an actual tiger retaining it's place as the top of the food chain. This was his jungle, despite it being comparable to a gutter. In his eyes, she was prey, and she'd stay that way until proving otherwise. His new intention was to create a situation that would play in his favor. Where she'd either realize who she was dealing with and back out of the confrontation, or play the part and get herself deep into something she surely didn't want to be a part of. He could only imagine what Dar'Kazhel would need her blade for, especially after his earlier demonstration with the dagger to his throat.
     

    Wauten Dayhil

    Demon Hunter and Wordplay Extraordinaire
    Dar'Kazhel couldn't help but roar with laughter at Kharjiir's final statement, slapping a paw over his own face to keep from making any more noise. He snorted into his hand, his eyes tearing up as the pressure built. The Khajiit waited a few more moments until he could get his lungs under control, and then sighed as a huge smile plastered itself on his features, one that he was having a hard time removing.

    "This one may be right,"
    Dar'Kazhel said to his new friend, looking up at Kharjiir's towering frame, "but Dar'Kazhel has another thought. Perhaps the white-capped one is only now leaving behind the damned ones, to walk with those who have true purpose?" He looked back to Valencia, raising his eyebrows in question as he said this. "This Khajiit surely means nothing by it, of course," he winked, finally getting his face under control as he simply smirked at her with a crooked smile.
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    As the conversation carried onward, the Nordic Breton finally received an answer; she was being toyed with. She was singled out from the room. Of course, this did not surprise her, as she was very out of place. However, she was hoping to just read a book in a lonely place; not become a part of a tense argument.

    Despite the consistent taunting from the two, giving smirks an smiles, the woman kept her calm and gentle expression. She would not feed the flames. They wanted anger. They wanted action. She, would not fall into such a trap.

    After the taller Khajiit gave his first statement, Valencia calmly responded "I wish not to make profit, love. Rather, I desire to know what the reasoning behind your need for me, is." Her expression, still soft and gentle.

    Their own auras radiated a sense of... irritation? It was quickly proven, as the taller Khajiit's eyes seemed to flash with intimidation, as well as his words. He emitted the demeanor of a predator; and she, was the prey. However, she was still calm and gentle, her icy blue eyes not leaving his own. Keeping eye contact, to her, was important. "Your senses are dwindling then, love. I walk with the damned in order to save them. But never presume I am the damned. I am here to aid, love; thus, my inquiry of what your friend may need help with. I am of no weakness, love."

    Her tone was gentle and light, as was her expression. She was unsure whether or not it would irritate the Khajiit; she hoped not, considering she was trying to make peace, not war, but she could not tell. As she waited longer, she heard Dar'Kazhel speak once more. Her eyes met with his now, her expression still just as divine. "My purpose has always been of truth, love. I am simply trying to return home after long years of aid to the damned who are trying to bring light into their lives." She was trying her best to stay calm and gentle, but if pushed any further, she would need to escort herself from the inn.
     

    DropTop

    Member
    His partner's laughter brought him a moment of happiness, however it was brought to an abrupt end when the female responded in the same peaceful tone. She had such a soothing, warming tone that made him so bitter. How could she be like this? He figured he made to many assumptions about her. Always catching himself, he gritted his teeth as she stared him down without a hint of regression. When she mentioned his senses must be dwindling, that's what set him off the most. But the thing that really bugged him the most was her constant use of the word love.

    "Truth? Well if my sense's are dwindling, yours must not exist. You see all these people, they don't care for the truth. Only a fool would speak that in a place like this." A sly grin forming on his face. "Kharjiir isn't fond of nords you see, but you strike this one's curiosity, so he will give you a chance to tell us who you really are." He just wanted her to admit something, because it seemed she was lying this whole time. She was hard to read. "and love, this time you tell us the 'truth', yes?" He mocked, emphasizing both the words love and truth. She wouldn't budge at all. She made herself seem so high and mighty like that of royalty. He was prying for the evil in her to show in even the slightest.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Kyros watched the confrontation between the two khajiit and the nord woman got steadily less friendly. Despite the nords cordial responses, the khajiit, especially the larger one, was getting dangerously more irritated. He hadn't missed the unsubtle twitch of the smaller khajiits' tail, apparently summoning him.

    The knight in him, urged Kyros to step to the womans' defence. However, the pragmatist in him advised caution. Stepping in now might only escalate the situation. Besides, he didn't owe the woman anything. And if his suspicion that she was little more than a well armoured thief proved true, she was hardly deserving of his aid.

    Having made up his mind, for the moment, at least, the moment, he leaned back against the wall. Turning his head slightly, he saw Ylinia still in conversation with the dunmer. Also against the back wall, was a nord man in conversation with what seemed like an overly flirtatious orc woman. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but the vampire was starting to feel a little uneasy.
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    The consistent antagonizing of the two was slowly making Valencia reach her breaking point. She could no longer take their taunts without addressing it. Standing, the woman's icy eyes met with the taller Khajiit's. They were slightly narrowed, and her expression was now vacant of any warmth or softness; it was cold and sharp.

    "I came here to relax. I did not come in this damned inn to help anyone. I aid the slums of this town; those deserving of my help." Her voice was serious, lacking its once glowing gentleness. It was monotone and expressionless. "I am not fond of those who call me a fool, and address me as a liar. I have stated only the truth and have only the truth to offer. You two are the ones who have yet to respond to my own question, and rather, have directed the conversation to myself in a predator-prey situation. But do not dare think for moment that I am your prey, as you are then the fool."

    The white-haired youthful knight pushed in her chair, still showing the polite softness that was still obviously inside her, but gone for the time being. "I will never lower myself to the damned. I attempted to fix this land. I cannot fix such a place when it does not want to be. Corruption will always control this land. And it is fools like you that do not hesitate to take what once was beautiful into your own selfish hands."

    She tensed a bit, but her face seemed to show an expression other than the cold dull one prior; it seemed to show worry. Uneasiness. She broke eye contact with the Khajiit, turning her head towards the door. "Thus, I am the fool." Her voice was gentle again as she spoke in a whisper, but sounded lower in tone, darker... as if it hurt to speak.

    The icy blue-eyed 'Fallen Princess' faced the Khajiit's again, her face showing a bit of distress. With a light, but uneasy tone, she spoke: "Have a wonderful day, loves."

    With that, the woman left the tavern, not giving a second look behind her.
     

    Wauten Dayhil

    Demon Hunter and Wordplay Extraordinaire
    "This one is surprised," Dar'Kazhel said to Kharjiir after the Nord had left, "for the whitecap to say she is above the damned... quite arrogant of her, no?" He stood from his seat and turned around, facing the room. Noting the Breton who'd been watching earlier, Dar'Kazhel twitched his ear in the direction of the tavern's door, trying to get his attention and send him after her. What business he had with her was none of his concern, and Dar'Kazhel wanted to keep it that way.

    "In any case,"
    he looked up at Kharjiir, "this one must find pirate-hunters, but Dar'Kazhel's face is likely too conspicuous. Would this one have any ideas? Dar'Kazhel is willing to pay for aid."
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Caiden, who, up until now, had been listening to the increasingly less pleasant taunting and threats of the two khajiit, looked up as the white haired nord left the tavern, clearly upset. He knew he should have left well enough alone. In fact, staying in the tavern at all was probably a bad idea. He'd seen the measuring look the smaller khajiit had shot him when the scribe had first entered.

    Normally, he would have finished his drink and made haste for the nearest reputable inn, but something about the nord knight made him stop and think. Her words had the strength of conviction behind them. She truly believed in her cause, even if her khajiit tormentors had not.

    Caiden was well aware of what it was to be persecuted for something one said or did. After all, there was a price on his head for his writings. Writings that went against what the emperor and his court wanted the people to beleive. With a sudden surge of courage, he pushed himself away from the bar, and headed to the exit in pursuit, babbling an apology at an argonian whose ale he knocked over in his haste.

    Once outside, he squinted in the grey light, painful after the near darkness of the tavern. Turning in a half-circle, he scanned the crowd of dirty, miserable citizenry until he saw her. Her armour gleamed even in the muted sunlight, and her hair was a dead giveaway. But she'd made good time away from the tavern. "M-my lady!" He shouted, or...attempted to. His nervousness at being in such a large, loud, crowd making it little more than a whisper.

    Knowing there was nothing else for it, he ran after her, robes flapping wildly. For one so small, he was adept at dodging oncoming citizens, but still managed to draw more than a fair amount of irritated gestures and shouts. When he was nearly within arms reach of the woman, he called out again- "W-wait, my-" the rest of his words were lost in an alarmed shout as his leading foot caught on an uneven stone, tripping him up, and sending him flying, spindly arms flailing. He crashed down near the woman, in a robed heap.
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    The exit was swift as the knight took her leave. Making her way into the crowds, she clutched at her blue scarf, obviously distressed. She rubbed her fingers between its soft but worn threads, trying to calm herself. With a deep breath and enough walking, she seemed to be successful.

    The Khajiit's had almost broken her down. She had committed a few sins in the past when needed, and to that day it still haunted her. Guilt. She'd pray and pray, helping anyone she could for forgiveness. Of course, in comparison to others, her sins were pure. To her, they were of dark evil.

    Valencia lifted her head slightly, taking another deep breath, less shaky than the previous. She despised the feeling of weakness. The Khajiit's knew she was, and she denied it. While her heart, mind, and body was strong, she too was still weak at times. She regretted leaving behind Wayrest in order to aid other lands. She thought she could help Tamriel; make it a place filled with life, rather than death. The longer she stayed away from home, the more she realized it was an impossible feat.

    Valencia had failed.

    Biting the inside of her cheek, the woman continued onward, wanting to be strong. Push aside such innocent thoughts and emotions. However, she heard a voice from behind; it sounded, familiar?

    Suddenly, she heard the same voice behind her. She turned her head around, her armour sparkling in the light. Her icy orbs watched a male fall onto the ground, just a pile of robes from her sight. Quickly kneeling down, she placed a hand down on the shoulder of the male. "Are you alright love?" she asked, her gentle and sweet tone of voice back once again. Who was he?
     

    DropTop

    Member
    So what if she dismissed the Khajiit as belligerent and cruel for being harsh. In his eyes, what he did only benefited her. If she was going to coexist with the damned, she better be able to carry the weight. Even if she was all she said, a martyr of good condemned to these conditions, storming out as she had only proved she was weak and this wasn't a task she was prepared for. He'd never witnessed a nord male nor female back down from a fight. Especially surrounded by her people, many naturally would jump to her defense if the case was taken to the extreme. This was simply tough talk. Kharjiir shook his head as she left and took her seat on the other end of Dar'Kazhel. He barely fit the seat.

    The khajiit offered him a job. Something to fill his time. He felt as though he had made somewhat of a friend, so the decision didn't require as much thought as the nord took. "Kharjiir supposes he can help. If you need a pirate hunter, this one can do the job with ease." He spoke confidently. His blood desired the intensity of working as a mercenary. Only of course alongside his fellow kinsman. Others didn't deserve his service. That's why he worked only with the caravans for a long period, until they split off.

    "This one has a feeling that woman could be of use. No one would suspect her of any crime. Good for getting information. Was Kharjiir to aggressive?" He asked, a momentary second thought on his own actions. It was rare for Kharjiir to regret anything, but this one he felt wasn't to bad. Of course, if they wanted to find her she was only a few paces away from inn he supposed. Within range of his own keen eyesight.
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Caiden groaned. He'd hit the stone street harder than he'd anticipated. Nothing was broken, but the impact still rendered him speechless for a few moments. Despite his aversion to athletic activities, long robes were another perfectly viable reason to avoid sprinting along an uneven street. He looked up at a touch on his shoulder. The woman asked if he was alright, and Caiden opened his mouth to reply, only to find the words sticking in his throat. 'Fool.' He berated himself, 'how are you supposed to speak to her when you can barely speak as it is?'

    Forcing his doubts to the back of his mind, he stammered "M-m-my lady. I-I overheard your ah- your discussion with the two khajiit. I think...I think we might have some things in-in common." Relieved that he had gotten his words out without too much stammering, he winced as he realized he was randomly blabbing at the poor woman. "Ah- m-my apologies, my lady." He stood and reached into his robes, slowly, so he would not be seen as a threat, he pulled out the leatherbound book he carried with him.

    "I-I'm a scribe, you see. C-chased from the Imperial city for bringing the truth to the people. You do not seem to shy from speaking the truth. Or seeking to help those in need. " At that, he paused, trying to gauge interest in the womans expression. Having someone like her voicing her thoughts on the state of the Empire could help reveal the dark corruption at its heart...and on a personal note, she would be welcome protection against the assassins that were doubtless after him. His truths were not welcome in the imperial court.
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    The ears of the white-haired youthful woman found a groan of the male who'd fallen. At least he was not unconscious. Seeing the male finally, she noticed he was more frail than the others of the inn - then she recognized him. It was the male that reminded her of her old friend, Rodeyval. She could see it in him; strength was inside him, much like Rodeyval.

    Watching him carefully, she noticed he was troubled by a lack of flowing words; rather, they were broken and forced often. His stammering was enough to make her slightly smile; not out of ridicule, but of memories. Her icy but soft eyes watched the male stand slowly, stammering out an apology, before reaching for something. He was slow for his movement, which she deducted was to seem less threatening. Of course, she was not easily intimidated, so she waited patiently for him. He was far more gentleman-like than the others of the inn, so she would willingly listen to what he had to say.

    After watching him reveal a book, her eyes brightened a bit more. A scribe... she knew her heart lied with books, but she was more towards the arcane and alchemy. The male in front of her had a way of history and political analysis. She offered a small smile, nodding her head slightly. "They will stop at nothing it seems to keep corruption... and what you say about myself is entirely true. But to me, we seem to share these attributes...?" Valencia stated her last words, but the tone was more of a question.

    Gently, the blue-eyed woman held out a hand to the male. "My name is Valencia. It is a pleasure to meet you." Her voice had her tone of sweet softness it usually had, a smile to follow. She couldn't imagine being on the run from Imperials; and that poor soul... seemed, under equipped for such a daunting task.
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Ylinias' conversational partner, the dunmer mage, seemed nervous. She had placed something inside her robes as soon as she'd taken her seat. Either she'd stolen it herself, or was under the impression that Ylinia was a thief looking to claim something shiny, or better yet, the owner of the gem. She claimed little knowledge of the current goings on in Skingrad. The altmer wasn't sure she believed her, but saw no reason to torment her. Besides, the mage pointed out that the pair of khajiit nearby were likely to be much more helpful.

    Nodding her thanks, the assassin left the mage to whatever it was she was so protective of, and headed towards the massive khajiit and his roguish friend. The table where the white haired woman had sat was still occuppied by the two, so she strolled up, making no secret of her approach, though she heard the last few words of their conversation. Something about hunting pirates. Once at the table, she took the seat the white haired knight had so abruptly abandoned, and smiled up at the huge khajiit.

    "Hunting pirates, are you?" She asked the smaller one. "A dangerous profession, that. But...I'm sure a pair such as yourselves can handle it." She kept her eyes on the smaller khajiit, but casually reached out to run her fingers through the thick fur of the massive khajiit, feeling the warm flesh beneath. "Or maybe I have it wrong, and you are not the hunters, but the hunted?" A slight, but noticeable change came over her features, darker, eager, almost.
     

    Wauten Dayhil

    Demon Hunter and Wordplay Extraordinaire
    "If a hunter hunts a hunter hunting the hunter-hunter," Dar'Kazhel said as he rolled his shoulders, "is the hunter hunting or hunted? This one cannot say, for he is watching from afar, arrow nocked to take down the victor, and reap the rewards of both trophies." He winked at the Altmer, taking in her demeanor and apparel. She gave off an aura of danger, even before she produced a more sinister cloak to enshroud herself with. Every part of his body screamed that she was dangerous, which simply made him want to dance along with her even more. It was exhilarating to him, and he leaned in close to whisper across the table to the woman.

    "This one has walked with danger for many years, and plans to go for another stroll soon,"
    he paused and turned his head, glancing between the Altmer and Kharjiir, "would these ones care to come along?" He felt a large, dangerous grin tug at his lips at the prospect of another adventure fraught with blades, gold, and glory - one that could potentially result in him exacting revenge, tying up loose ends, and perhaps finding a new crew to work with, or even lead.
     

    DropTop

    Member
    Upon the Altmer's arrival to their table, Kharjiir felt a moment of relaxation. Someone of their demeanor, cold and dangerous. Her gate was worthy of notice and something about her itched at his senses. Inviting herself was quite bold, but Kharjiir liked that. She had asked if they were hunting pirates, which was the original intent of Kharjiir, however Dar'Kazhel seemed to mean something else. Kharjiir was a frontline fighter, both dealing and taking the heavy blows, so he didn't share that assassin mentality which radiated from the two before him. It was then Kharjiir felt the slightest pressure run along his forearm. Her fingers combed through his fur without his permission, but as her hand collided with his warm skin he realized something. Perhaps they did share something in common, both predators amongst prey. He glanced down at the hand gliding through his fur, and then back up to its owner. Her face nearly the same as his during the conversation with the white haired girl.

    "Before this one continues, he'd like to know who he's speaking too. Kharjiir has made his name clear and his motives." His eyes traveling from the khajiit to the altmer now. He scanned her over not once but twice. "Seems more fitting than the one before. Envious of this ones fur as well." He let her hand continue to brush through his fur, but it left him a little on edge, despite it being minuscule in comparison to his own. It would've taken probably two of her hands just to wrap around his wrist. Rarely did he allow someone without fur covering their entire body to touch him, especially a stranger.
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    The lady-knight, her kind eyes now focused on him, and the scribe felt a lump grow in his throat. It was hard enough fro him to speak normally, and with the beautiful woman now giving him her full attention, it was nigh impossible.But his point had to be made, and with someone who looked like they held more than a little influence, others might start to listen.

    "I-i-indeed. M-my lady. Attributes that aren't shared by most in the empire." The stuttering words had barely left his lips before it dawned on him just how many people were in the street. Normally, in his robes he would have been well hidden among the rest of the civilians. But speaking to the knight made him stand out. And a perfect target for any assassins that were blending into the crowds.

    "P-p-perhaps we should continue this conversation indoors?" He stammered, gesturing back towards the tavern. "T-too many eyes." He explained, glancing nervously at the passerby.
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    It seemed daunting for the male to speak; so much so, his words were laced in nervousness. Valencia could only hope it was not her presence that made him nervous. Of course, once he had spoke, suggesting the public eye was far too dangerous, she nodded her head in understanding.

    The white-haired youthful woman was, however, displeased with the idea of returning to the tavern. The Khajiit that dwell within it bothered her tremendously. Despite her distaste, she kept her warm smile present, beginning to walk with the male back to the tavern.

    She was curious for his name, but with his reluctance to be so openly seen, she assumed he would speak in the tavern of his calling. As they walked, the Nord/Breton could very easily tell the stammering male was on edge. With what he stated prior, it was obvious to why he was so nervous. On the run, yet so, weak, when it comes to combat, it seemed.

    To help ease the male, she kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, casually ready to draw her blade and shield from behind her to protect him. An assassin with an arrow would be quick; she too would be ready to block. She still felt dreadful that he was on the run so much. The life of a wanted nomad was no easy one.

    Finally, they made it back to the tavern, and Valencia opened the door so that he could enter first. That way, any attackers from behind would be doomed. "Go on, right ahead." She spoke sweetly, following him in behind, taking one last glance behind her before shutting the door.

    The woman walked to a table - far from the Khajiit - before taking her seat and smiling to the male once more. "Now then; I didn't quite get your name. To whom may I refer you as, sir?" She asked, her voice gentle as usual.
     

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