(( We should plot sometime :D ))

"I'm fine, lass." Drogo said, attempting to chuckle but all that came out was a harsh cough that sounded as if he had just ejected a lung from his body. "They didn't harm me too badly, nothing I can't handle."

Cries. Never creasing. Never stopping. Always. Always there. Blood. Blood painted silver edged tools. Laughter. Laughter echoed. But his cries drowned out the laughter. Where they his? He couldn't seem to hear himself over the roaring of pain in his head. "Please! Please I didnt mean to-to hurt them!" He heard himself say....."Let me-let me go. Or...Or feeel my WRaThhhh." Then, at last, came a soft whisper. "Please. Cєявєяυѕ. ι'м....ι'м ѕσяяу...ƒσяgινє мє......ℓєт мє gσ....."

There is a long, awkward silence, as Miraak stares. “Who are you, and why did you wander into my room?” He asks.

((Hi, there!))Drogo turned when he heard a woman's voice ask him a simple question. "You want me to what?" He asked to make sure he got it right. She wanted a piggyback ride? From him? He supposed it was okay. He wasn't very comfortable with the idea but she seemed harmless enough, key word being harmless. "C'mere, lass." He told her as he motioned him towards her with his finger. It was when she got closer that he saw how tall she was. "Mighty tall you are, lass." He commented on her height with a small smile. He then proceeded to turn around and allowed her to climb up on his back. He walked slowly, to make sure she didn't fall off at first and then stepped up into a fast jog. He did this for 20 paces or so before he stopped and let her down gently."Better?"

"Ah, but you don’t worry me so much," Idris cooed as she sat down, paying far more attention to the puppy in her lap than to the shadow that spoke to her. The puppy wriggled and growled at the stranger, and Idris lifted her gaze to stare at them, with a bored expression and a raised brow. "Do you mind? I’m trying to teach Wriggles here a new trick."

(//howdy!)She snapped her head round, face steely-cold "Don’t worry" said with a slight sarcastic twinge "I don’t trust people."She wasn’t stupid enough to trust people. Having said that it seemed odd for that to be someone’s opening line-Why.

A glance around the entry space as the Argonian traveled further in revealed it to be quite empty, Nor peering about for just a moment longer before the thought of the warm fire wins over his attentions. Leaving the satchel with the correspondences on the surface of the stone table Nor heads back towards the kitchen area, removing his sodden cloak as well to dry in front of the fire as he takes a moment to warm himself.