Gaafaak Sida-Obsian
Weapons Utility Argonian
Riften: Bee and Barb
ARPer's: Spinel/TheOperator/Dragotech

Sida breathed a mild sigh of relief when Menora told her she wasn’t bothered by her constant tasks. She knew others might not have been able to handle her persistence, which may have been why her friend was not travelling with her at the time. The news of something troubling her though, wasn’t news Sida wanted to be right about. As Menora had to leave, Sida nodded, and waved her hand at Menora.

“Please do not allow me to hold you up. I will be in Riften until before dawn my friend.” Sida commented, continuing to drink her drink in the meantime.

When Menora had gone, Sida took out a coin, and an oddly carved stone, fiddling with them between her scaled fingers. The stone had a fine chain attached to it, with a similar stone that was polished down into a smaller size at the end. The Argonian sighed, knowing she had to have been close to what she was looking for. Perhaps there was some glaringly obvious detail she was missing? A legend maybe to lend a hint to her quest, or someone who knew something more than she did about what she was looking for. She knew she couldn’t ask though, not that direct. Only one special case could break that rule of her faction.

Sida pocketed her stone and coin, and went to finish the last of what was in her flagon.


Valok Charoa
Nord Mage
Helgen
ARPer's: dragonmaster

Charoa lowered her dragonscale shield, and went to turn when she was spoken to. She turned her head only at first, realizing that this person was the person she was sensing before. At least her intuitive spells weren’t failing her too much. Her claim that Charoa’s spell was impressive though didn’t fall on a pleasing ear to Charoa. She knew it was a compliment, meaning that this person may have not seen magic often, if at all. Nevertheless, it was a compliment, and Charoa wasn’t going to be rude about it.

“Thank you. For my standards, I would hope so.” Charoa replied to the woman, clearly not one of the common bandits around her.

Charoa spoke slowly, as she rarely had spoken in the past month. If it was, it was to someone farther away from herself than she was. She turned towards another tower, being mindful of any more arrows that were about to come her way. She had to at least scan the entire remains of the city before leaving. It’s not as if she had anything better to do at the moment. She had a feeling she needed to be here longer, something she was bound to find despite her lack of optimism of actually finding it. She then turned back to the stranger.

“You seem to be one to leave peace with peace... something I cannot say of many of Skyrim these days.” Charoa commented to the woman. “You seem to have questions though.”