Gaafaak Sida-Obsian
Weapons Utility Argonian
Riften: Bee and Barb

She sat at an offside table in the Bee and Barb. No one sat with her, though many had seen her before once or twice in the months leading into the new season. Sida-Obsian was the strangest of Argonian’s anyone from anywhere would have had to meet. Her voice differed from the female Argonian tone, which was slightly offsetting to her identity. She was commonly confused with a male. Few had met her, and ironically enough, she was waiting to meet with someone. Hiding under her cloak was promised payment to one of the few people she employed who was still willing to work with her. On her table was a block of bread and cheese, something she did not often obtain on her constant traveling. The few other patrons left her alone and the innkeepers hardly bothered her. Those two being Argonian as well though, often left her on a good footing with them and Sida hardly had any problems.

“I must be getting close… I must do more research before I bother her again.” Sida whispered to herself, quietly pulling off pieces of bread and chewing them slowly in her mouth. “Then if I can find Vahlok… maybe she’d see the sun rising and not setting on our search. I wonder where she is now…”

Sida was getting that inkling feeling that she was close, so very close to finding what she needed to find. Then, perhaps that could convince the mage to be more optimistic about finding their lost friend. The two of them were certainly alone in the world when it came to help, but thanks to the Thieves Guild not asking questions, Sida had some assistance where her friend would not give any. She understood why, but certainly wished she would turn her spirits over to the sunrise once and awhile.

Her thoughts were broken by the proprietor of the Bee and Bard; Talen-Jei, putting down two pints on her table: One a Velvet LeChance for herself, the other a pint of ale. Sida took the special drink and sipped it carefully, knowing this had to have been one of her only times she would get to relax with exotic foods before traveling again. Sida gave a thank you and passed off some extra gold to the other Argonian before he went about his business around the tavern. Sida waited quietly without another word for her contact to arrive, a pint of ale waiting for her.


Valok Charoa
Nord Mage
Helgen
Charoa had left Riverwood hours ago, knowing the she had heard in what only seemed like moments passed. She hadn’t heard the sounds of dragons in a long time, yet suddenly, there was rumor and sparked conversation about them. Even in her sleep she could have sworn to the Divines she had heard one roar in her sleep. If dragons had returned, then that meant something was coming. Were prophecies and legends of which she had read about in her minimal spare time beginning to come true? These thoughts raced through her head as she looked down upon what remained of Helgen. Smoke and smoldering homes that only two, maybe three days ago, stood strong and healthy o protect those within. In the flow of time, it only seemed to take a second to tear it all down. Charoa knew this was not the work of man, not an attack this fast, efficient or even plausible. Though many would have remained skeptical to dragons returning, she knew better. The mage stepped down the rocky, steep hillside and carefully made her way around the main gate, knowing bandits would soon claim this territory for their own and loot it.

Charoa had her shield on her left side, carefully stepping in the ash and over smoking wooden beams and glowing red stone that once held up a watch tower. Only half of it remained overhanging an old house that was beginning to be unable to feed the fires that had consumed almost every bit of it except the bare skeleton of supports and arches. Charoa picked up what potions remained and carefully put them in her satchel. Potions that survived the extreme heat could have been altered thanks to some laws of alchemy. Everything around Charoa felt frail, weak and dying. The heat didn’t seem to bother her, as some nights she would spend hours holding a Flames spell just to keep warm. She had grown a habit of letting the flames just burn off the magical energies of her hand, as she had all the time in the world to practice.

Charoa wasn’t even sure what she was looking for, or why she was even looking. She doubted that there would be any clues as to what she had been searching or in all these years, but with the coming of dragons, maybe this time would be different. She spoke not a word, and listened vigilantly for anyone that might think her presence was otherwise hostile.