Sythan Rumar

Her nose twitched as Lavizsia sniffed at the air, her tail gently flicking side-to-side. He reeked of the city, and of the outdoors. A strange mix, he must spend his time in both places often. “Now, if you would be so kind as to introduce yourself to this one, it can be determined if she will travel and fight alongside you.” Or against you.

"I am called Sythan Rumar. One of the last remaining DragonBorn. May I ask the same of you?" The smile he wore on his face could be heard through his voice as he watched to see the khajiit's reaction. Watched to see whether or not she would accept his request for the two of them to accompany eachother  while they adventured.

He stopped moving and stood stock still, so he wouldn’t be noticed. Not that he was, there were people standing right close to him and they had no idea he was there. Only when the Khajiit drew closer to the gates did he let himself become known. Which scared the shit out of the people that were near him. It was very hard not to laugh into his mask lightly when they bolted. Sythan moved towards the Khajiit, in a way he knew to be non-threatening. Though, he knew this traveler would still be completely untrusting. A single fish was not likely to make someone think of you as a friend. Sythan did stop a safe distance away and would allow the female to decide whether she wished to acctually come speak to him or not. Not that he knew what he would say. ‘Oh, I just saw you and figured you might like a companion for your journey.’ He wanted to scoff at himself, that would sound completely ridiculous. [Italics is ‘thinking words’ xD]

Lavizsia’s tail flicked, its crooked end hitting the ground softly. 

Sythan sat himseld down two chairs away from the Khajiit. He waited patiently for her to finnish buying her room and board before he motioned the innkeeper over. The man came over with a smile and a pint of mead ready, knowing full well what Sythan had planned to order. Every night before he left to adventure, Sythan visited this place because it had the best damn mead in Markarth. He sat at the bar, talking to the bartender about nothing of much importance for awhile, before he spoke to the man in a whispered tone, just in case the Khajiit was trying listening. ‘Give this to the Khajiit.’ He said as he handed over the fish he bought from the market. As good a fish as one could get in these parts. ‘And send her my way when she leaves. I’ll wait by the main gates.’ He added before he finnished off his second pint. He paid for the drinks, as well as gave the man a tip, before he got up and left just as quietly as he came.

He stopped moving and stood stock still, so he wouldn't be noticed. Not that he was, there were people standing right close to him and they had no idea he was there. Only when the Khajiit drew closer to the gates did he let himself become known. Which scared the shit out of the people that were near him. It was very hard not to laugh into his mask lightly when they bolted. Sythan moved towards the Khajiit, in a way he knew to be non-threatening. Though, he knew this traveler would still be completely untrusting. A single fish was not likely to make someone think of you as a friend. Sythan did stop a safe distance away and would allow the female to decide whether she wished to acctually come speak to him or not. Not that he knew what he would say. 'Oh, I just saw you and figured you might like a companion for your journey.' He wanted to scoff at himself, that would sound completely ridiculous. [Italics is 'thinking words' xD]

Once inside, Laviszia immediately regretted her decision. Markarth smelled horrible and was no great looking place, either. Weaving her way in between the people (who did not look that healthy, she noted), Lavizsia crept near a vendor’s stall. She wanted to buy some meat - something for her dinner - but the shopkeeper turned her nose up and ignored the Khajiit. Irritated and hungry, Lavizsia turned around in a huff and was about to make her way back out the city’s gates.

He lost the Khajiit for a few seconds within the crowds, but it was hard to miss those ears. After a quick stop at the Vendor the Khajiit just left, he headed after the cat, sneaking easily through the crowds, hardly noticed by anyone. [Sneak lvl 85 ;D]

Lavizsia packed up the rest of her coins and stood slowly, “Khajiit will be back for some food later on. For now, Khajiit must settle in.” She flicked her tail and went into the room, closing the door behind her. It didn’t lock, but at least she got some privacy. With a loud huff, she set her things down and began to take her boots off, preparing to change into more comfortable clothing.

Sythan sat himseld down two chairs away from the Khajiit. He waited patiently for her to finnish buying her room and board before he motioned the innkeeper over. The man came over with a smile and a pint of mead ready, knowing full well what Sythan had planned to order. Every night before he left to adventure, Sythan visited this place because it had the best damn mead in Markarth. He sat at the bar, talking to the bartender about nothing of much importance for awhile, before he spoke to the man in a whispered tone, just in case the Khajiit was trying listening. 'Give this to the Khajiit.' He said as he handed over the fish he bought from the market. As good a fish as one could get in these parts. 'And send her my way when she leaves. I'll wait by the main gates.' He added before he finnished off his second pint. He paid for the drinks, as well as gave the man a tip, before he got up and left just as quietly as he came.

Once inside, Laviszia immediately regretted her decision. Markarth smelled horrible and was no great looking place, either. Weaving her way in between the people (who did not look that healthy, she noted), Lavizsia crept near a vendor’s stall. She wanted to buy some meat - something for her dinner - but the shopkeeper turned her nose up and ignored the Khajiit. Irritated and hungry, Lavizsia turned around in a huff and was about to make her way back out the city’s gates.

He lost the Khajiit for a few seconds within the crowds, but it was hard to miss those ears. After a quick stop at the Vendor the Khajiit just left, he headed after the cat, sneaking easily through the crowds, hardly noticed by anyone. [Sneak lvl 85 ;D]