Imagine...
Veezara recalling his days in Black Marsh while the two of you are heading to your next mission.
(For anon)
It wasn’t often that members of the Dark Brotherhood were sent on missions together. You often worked alone. However, your most recent contract had required you to take another with you.
Astrid had chosen Veezara to accompany you; and you had to admit that you were looking forward to it. Among the other members of the Brotherhood, he was the one you got along with the best.
It would take the two of you a few days to reach your destination. You’d camp along the way rather than staying in a town. Although there wasn’t much conversation on the road, the silence was comfortable. You’d chat here and there, but it wasn’t until nightfall on the second evening that any significant conversation took place.
While the two of you were resting after dinner, it started to rain. You retreated to your tent, but Veezara remained outside.
“The rain here is... relaxing.”
“Is it different in Black Marsh?”
“We call it Hist Piss. It’s very unpleasant; dark in color and foul smelling. Not like this. This is lovely.”
“Do you miss it? Besides the... Hist Piss, do you miss Argonia?”
“At times.”
“Would you tell me about it?”
Veezara moved closer and sat just outside your tent, recalling tales of his childhood in the Marshes and giving you vivid descriptions of his home.
(Note: Sorry, anon. I tried to find a gif of him but couldn’t find anything.)
