Trannigan got back to the camp ground about 30 minutes later and saw that the other hunting party had gotten back aswell now.

He noticed the bags of meat near Sora and smiled. "Wow, looks like you all were very successful eh? Our group wasnt so lucky, we were ambushed by an ice troll before we could even see any elk. It was a large bastard too. You should see the hand Juhanor and Cordus brought back."

He sat down on one of the nearby stumps and watched the campfire roar while he waited for Sora or one of the others to reply to him.

Juhanor - Campsite

As Cordus was introducing himself to Orlando, Juhanor heard footsteps crunching in the snow. "Hold on a second, guys," Juhanor said as he opened the tent flap. Looking outside, Juhanor noticed the Dark Elf, sitting down at the fireplace, with what appeared to be a furry bag next to her. What is the lady's name... Sora, it was, Juhanor thought to himself. Juhanor inhaled deeply. Dead elk, this one thinks. "Looks like the other group was more successful, Cordus." Juhanor said to the bard. "Luckier than us, anyways."

Turning back around, Juhanor faced Orlando. "My name is Juhanor, a Cathay Khajiit." Sora and the other hunters will probably want something to drink. "Would you mind if this one took some wine over to the others? This one is certain that the hunt must have parched them."

I can't believe how tired I am Sora thought, Must be the cold. Although, that blow to the stomach can't be helping. Without opening her eyes, Sora gently pushed on her stomach, trying to figure out if a bruise had formed. Pain coursed through her stomach, but it wasn't severe enough that she couldn't manage it.

Sora mindlessly pushed on her bruise, her eyes still closed, until the sound of approaching footsteps pulled her from her stupor. She opened her eyes, and Trannigan stood before her smiling, the fire dancing in his bright green eyes.

"Wow, looks like you all were very successful eh? Our group wasnt so lucky, we were ambushed by an ice troll before we could even see any elk. It was a large bastard too. You should see the hand Juhanor and Cordus brought back." He sat down next to her, looking into the fire.

"Yeah, Hjolifur caught two of the things, but I'm not sure what Nathaniel got up to." A frown crossed Sora's face, but the thought of an Ice Troll quickly replaced it with a smile. "An Ice Troll eh? Wow, that's something to tell your Grandkids," she chuckled, "I can't even imagine what that'd be like to fight. Did you get anything else off it though?"

Orlando was standing now, his walking cane in hand, to welcome the guests that seemed to be piling into his tent. He bowed his head slightly as Cordus introduced himself. "Of course, my dear man. I'm very sorry to hear that your hunting trip didn't go as planned." He said, addressing the room rather than one person. "Everyone is more than welcome to share my food and drink. We are after all, meant to be on the same team here, are we not?"

"My name is Juhanor, a Cathay Khajiit." The Khajiit spoke up. "Would you mind if this one took some wine over to the others? This one is certain that the hunt must have parched them."

Orlando bowed his head again in acknowledgement. "Do not trouble yourself Juhanor, my servants will bring them wine." At that moment Marcus and Orlando's head chef Gnaeus entered the tent carrying a large pot of steaming venison stew between them which they placed in the centre of the tent. They serving the stew into bowls and handing them out to Jahanor and Cordus.

"Marcus, please take a bottle of the '63 round to the other members of the group. Juhanor here has correctly pointed out that they are likely extremely thirsty after their hunt."

"Certainly, my Lord." Marcus bowed and left while Gnaeus stood, arms behind his back, next to the pot of stew. Ready to serve any new guests that may enter.

Juhanor - Campsite

"Do not trouble yourself Juhanor, my servants will bring them wine." Orlando said, as his men, Marcus and a man who appeared to be Orlando's chef, entered the tent with a pot. Smells good, Juhanor thought as the stew was served. Picking up the bowl, Juhanor drank the delicious stew, pausing to chew on the chunks of meat that were floating about inside.

"Very good," Juhanor said as he finished the stew, "Nothing like a good soup to warm your insides."

"Thanks for the meal, Orlando. This one is going to go do some stretching outside," Juhanor said, as he lifted the tent flap and started to go outside. He paused, and turned back around to face Orlando, "You should really come meet the other members of the group; we should all have some level of trust between us before we get to this forgotten city."

Leaving the tent, Juhanor walked over to the fire, cracked his back and knuckles, and slid down next to Sora, who had just finished speaking with Trannigan, and had a mild look of discomfort on her face. Wounded? Juhanor thought, Not too seriously, though. That is good. Turning his attention to the Dark Elf, Juhanor spoke up. "Greeting, good lady. This one knows your name, but not much about you; where do you hail from?"

"Yeah, Hjolifur caught two of the things, but I'm not sure what Nathaniel got up to." A frown crossed Sora's face, but the thought of an Ice Troll quickly replaced it with a smile. "An Ice Troll eh? Wow, that's something to tell your Grandkids," she chuckled, "I can't even imagine what that'd be like to fight. Did you get anything else off it though?"

Trannigan laughed aswell and replied "Indeed it will be when I the day comes that I have grandchildren, or even children for that matter. Trannigan looked in Sora's eyes as he spoke to her and stood up then when she asked if they got anything else off of it. He took the fur off of the log stands and spread it open, showing her it was large enough that the torso alone was about his height. He then carefully put it back onto the stand to keep drying the inside layer out. "It will be useful having that much extra fur. Could make a nice blanket or two out of it." He sat on one of the stumps next to her now since they were conversing and was going to commend them on catching so many Elk when he noticed the slight look of pain in her face. "Are ya alright? Ya look as if ya might be about to get sick."

Before she could answer back, Juhanor walked over to him and sat on the opposite side of her. "Greeting, good lady. This one knows your name, but not much about you; where do you hail from?"

Trannigan let the two talk with each other for a few minutes before looking over at Juhanor and saying. "Hey Juhanor, show her the hand that ya took off that troll."

Juhanor - Campsite

"Hey Juhanor, show her the hand that ya took off that troll," Trannigan said.

"Ah, sure Trannigan." Juhanor grasped the length of rope that encircled his back and chest, forming a sort of bag. Pulling it apart, Juhanor dumped its contents onto the ground. "Let's see, moon sugar, pitons, there it is." Returning the rope to its looped up state, Juhanor replaced the sugar and pitons inside.

"Look at this thing," Juhanor said, picking up the beast's lifeless paw, "I was planning to augment my caestus; maybe use the bone structure for strengthened support, the claws for their obvious purpose, perhaps the fur to line the rest of my gauntlets."

Juhanor stared at the hand. "It is pretty heavy, though, so that is why I only took the one. I don't want to make the speed of my hand to hand skill become too crippled by its weight, you know?"

Smiling, Juhanor said, "Plus, it makes a great trophy!"

"Plus, it makes a great trophy!"

Trannigan laughed again quietly and said "That it does my friend, and it will make for a nice weapon." He reached into his bag and grabbed his water flask. Taking the top off he went to take a drink then sighed when he realized it was already empty. He bent down against the ground and packed his flask with some of the fresh fallen snow then placed the flask onto one of the hotter rocks so that the ice could melt into water. Pulling his cowl back over his head, he stares into the fire again and silently thought to himself.

Cordus ate the stew and drank the wine that Orlando had given him fairly quickly, as he was famished. He turned to Orlando and said, "Thanks, man. I really needed some food! I'll let you dudes, " he motioned twords the older man sitting with Orlando, "get back to whatever you guys were doin'. See ya around."

With tht, Cordus left the tent and returned to the fire, he heard Juhanor and Trannigan talking to Sora about the encounter with the Ice Troll, Juhanor was holding the hand he had gotten off the Troll and was taliking about how he planned on making it a weapon. Cordus walked up and sat down on is pile of stuff and said, "You guys telling Sora about the Troll? Showing souvineers? I wish I had gotten souvineers, man. Like, the teeth or something. But all I got from it was a nasty smell." Cordus said with a small chuckle. He once again took to strumming his lute, not really playing anything in particular, just ... strumming. He looked over at Sora. "And what about you guys? You guys get up to anyting interesting?"

After Cordus asked Sora what their party had managed to find, Trannigan glanced over at Cordus with a grin and said "If ya happen to find anymore of the red flowers I was picking earlier, they work nicely to mask the horrid stench. Not sure what kind of flower that is that grows in this coldness but it sure smells a hell of alot better than dead troll." Trannigan laughed loud after speaking then resumed watching the fire. He listened as Cordus strummed on his lute and manipulated the camp fire a bit with his destruction magic while he watched it.

Just Orlando and Octavius remained in his tent now. "I believe Juhanor is correct, Octavius. I really should try and meet as many of the group as possible. Please make yourself at home and help yourself to as much food and wine as you desire. Gnaeus here will see to your needs." Orlando left the tent leaving Gnaeus alone with Octavius. He walked over to the largest group with a confident strut, his walking cane hitting the floor every second step. It wasn't a hurried walk but it was purposeful one. He often adopted it at the large social functions he attended with the other nobility. He slowly looked around as he walked catching the eyes of different members of the group and nodding his head in acknowledgement. He approached the largest group. Trannigan, Cordus and Juhanor he had already met but there was a Dunmer girl he hadn't yet met.

He nodded to Trannigan, Cordus and Juhanor before introducing himself to the Dunmer, He coughed politely attracting her attention, "My name is Orlando Wrex and I'm very please to make your acquaints." He executed a well rehearsed bow before continuing. "Our friend here," he said, motioning to Juhanor, "advised me to come and meet the members of the group. I'm pleased to see that your hunt was successful and if there is anything me or my servants can do to help, please let me know."

OOC: *cracks knuckles*

IC: "Indeed it will be when I the day comes that I have grandchildren, or even children for that matter." Trannigan said, before standing up and retrieving a mass of white from some nearby logs. Sora realised it was the hide of the beast they had slaughtered. "It will be useful having that much extra fur," Trannigan continued, "Could make a nice blanket or two out of it." Sora reached out to touch the hide, even though sitting up made her feel a little ill. The fur was soft and thick, but severely matted, which took away some its beauty. "Are ya alright?" Trannigan asked, as he sat down again, "Ya look as if ya might be about to get sick."

Sora smiled, about to say that she was fine, when Juhanor trotted up, and sat down next to her.

"Greeting, good lady. This one knows your name, but not much about you; where do you hail from?"

Sora hesitated a moment. She had always been careful about revealing information about herself for the sake of her family. She didn't want their whereabouts to fall into the wrong hands and put them in danger. However, the Khajiit seemed trustworthy, and Sora saw no harm in answering his question.

"Well, I grew up just outside Cheydinhal with my parents and sisters," She explained, "But at the moment I don't really live anywhere. I just sorta drift around Cyrodiil. This is the furthest north I've been."

Before Juhanor could respond, Trannigan interrupted. "Hey Juhanor, show her the hand that ya took off that troll."

"Ah, sure Trannigan," Juhanor said. He then proceeded to take apart the contents of the bag that clung to his body. "Let's see, moon sugar, pitons, there it is." After replacing his belongings in his bag, he picked up a massive white paw. "Look at this thing." Sora marvelled at the surprisingly human-like hand. The palm must have been at least twice the size of her own, with thick black nails protruding from the long fingers. The fur was splattered with blood, further ruining the tangled, stained fur. Sora silently hoped they wold encounter another of the beasts, just so she could see one for herself.

Juhanor continued, "I was planning to augment my caestus; maybe use the bone structure for strengthened support, the claws for their obvious purpose, perhaps the fur to line the rest of my gauntlets. It is pretty heavy, though, so that is why I only took the one. I don't want to make the speed of my hand to hand skill become too crippled by its weight, you know?" Sora nodded. A smile sprung to Juhanor's face as he said, "Plus, it makes a great trophy!"

"That it does my friend, and it will make for a nice weapon," Trannigan said, before fumbling around with his water flask.

Sora was about to inquire more about the Ice Troll, when Cordus arrived and made himself comfortable. Sora suddenly felt a pang of guilt because of the way she had acted towards him earlier. He did seem like a nice guy, and, judging by the weapons that he carried, probably an adept fighter too. Sora wasn't about to apologise though.

"You guys telling Sora about the Troll?" Cordus said, "Showing souvineers? I wish I had gotten souvineers, man. Like, the teeth or something. But all I got from it was a nasty smell." Sora chuckled quietly. Cordus pulled out a lute, and started strumming odd notes, Sora found the music relaxing, and she realised she was enjoying the company. She wasn't used to being around people in the wilderness, as she generally travelled alone. She thought she would find travelling with others irritating, but she found that it was, in fact, the complete opposite.

Cordus then turned his attention to Sora. "And what about you guys? You guys get up to anything interesting?"

Sora shrugged, "We sorta sat in the snow for a while, until this herd of massive deer came along. I've never seen them before, the females even have antlers. Anyway, I managed to get an older one, which is sitting in pieces over there," She gestured over at the meat, which was sitting next to the fire, "Hjolifur captured two of the things, and I assume Nathaniel caught something. The one I got managed to give me a bit of a roughing up though," Sora chuckled, and patted the bruise on her stomach.

Trannigan then said something to Cordus that Sora didn't understand, something about red flowers, when an elegant figure emerged from the tent a few metres away. He walked with a cane, and a confident air. This must be the rich guy, Sora thought a little scornfully as he strutted over in her direction. Don't be rude, don't be rude, don't be rude, She told herself. She didn't much care for people like him, that carted around servants and a flash tent on an expedition through an ancient, lost city. But she figured that he couldn't be as bad as other nobles she'd met, as he'd offered everyone a meal.

He nodded at the three other men before clearing his throat. "My name is Orlando Wrex and I'm very please to make your acquaints." Orlando bowed, and Sora resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Motioning to Juhanor, he said, "Our friend here advised me to come and meet the members of the group. I'm pleased to see that your hunt was successful and if there is anything me or my servants can do to help, please let me know."

Sora inclined her head. "Hey there, my name's Sora. Sora Llatharyn. Pleased to meet you," She said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. She hoped he didn't notice, as she knew that any bitter feelings would hinder the group's progress to Saarthal. Deep down, Sora knew that this experience was going to be life-changing.

Octavius, Caravan Camp, Oralndo's Tent

Octavius nodded in understanding as the man revealed his not-so-noble heritage. The man clearly made his riches somehow and then bought his way into the aristocracy like so many others 'Tavius had seen wehn he had lived in the Imperial City. He was taking a sip of wine when another man barged into the tent unnanounced, causing Octavius to raise an eyebrow and glance over to see Orlando's reaction. He listened somewhat absently as the man, Trannigan, introduced himself to the pair and he had barely sat down for some wine when he suddenly left the tent, only to be replaced with the Khajiit, Juhanor, and the childish man, Cordus.

They both introduced themselves and then left after inviting Orlando to leave his tent and join the rest of them outside. Octavius, far from being offended or upset about not being invited, had to supress a smile. It was quite typical as he was rather quiet in new social situations whe he chose to be. Finally, after a incredibly fast-paced couple of minutes, the status quo of the tent was returned with just Orlando and Octavius sitting alone.

This wasn't to be either, as the man suddenly excused himself, leaving one of his servants to tend to Octavius.

I guess I'm not allowed to join them. he mused silently, with an awkward grin to the servant man who's name escaped 'Tavius. The man returned the smile knowingly, as though he could read 'Tavius' thoughts and so he finished his wine with a single gulp and stood. Grabbing his pack and weapon, he took a last roll of bread, gave a small bow of thanks to the servant and pushed the tent open.

He walked over to the fire where the group had gathered and sat down amidst them, though didn't join in any coversations. Pulling his hood over his head, he dug into the bread as he listened to the conversations around him with some interest as he attempted to gauge each character and tried to recall faces to names.


OOC: Thanks for the invite guys. It's like high school all over again :laugh:

Hjolifur dragged the meat and hides the way back; it wasn't too difficult since he was used to it and the snow lubricated the hide against the ground very well.

He burst through the foliage and back into where camp was. Finally, he threw the makeshift bag of meat over his shoulder with some effort and caught the rest of the party – still minus Nathaniel – in conversation.

"Did anyone order some Caribou?" Hjolifur asked, letting the hundreds of pounds of meat fall into the snow.

Sora smiled happily at Trannigan when he expressed interest in her safety and he gave a smile back at her, staring into her eyes. He admired what a deep red they were, like two rubies stuck into her head. He stared a bit longer than he even meant to then managed to snap out of it when Cordus joined them along with the other members who trickled in. Trannigan listened to everyone talking to each other while he kept playing with the fire until Hjolifur got back with even more meat.

"Damn Hjolifur how many did you kill!?" He asked, seeing that Hjolifur may have had over a hundred pounds of elk meat. Trannigan got up and looked over the meat as Hjolifur opened the fur it was in to show the party. Trannigan grabbed a smallish hunk and placed it near the fire for himself, then looked at the large fur over the fire again. "I think I'm gonna go see if I can clean this thing up." He said to the group, giving them a smile and a little nod, he then took it off the stand and folded it up, throwing it over his shoulder then went off to find a body of water to wash it in.

OOC: Caribou are different from Elk. The average Caribou weighs between 150-350 pounds, and they are very muscular.

When Tranni gan saw Hjolifut he asked, "Damn Hjolifur how many did you kill!?" I smiled and laughed.

"Two. We should have enough food for everyone, plus a little extra for storage."

Hjolifur then dumped the meat back onto the snow, and rolled it over to the fire. After adding some more wood to it, he pierced a few chunks of meat with one peice of wood and stood it up on two mounds of snow, one on each side of the fire. While the meat started to roast, he cleaned the inside of the Caribou hides and hung them up over the troll hide to dry.

He looked at the hide and pointed to it. "That must've been a fun little occurrence."

OOC: Yeah haha I forgot what it was you guys were hunting.

IC: Trannigan walked with the troll fur for a few minutes until he finally found a small river. Making notes in his head to memorize where it was, he walked back to the camp grounds then and walked back to the fire. "I found a river to wash this hide in, we can wash the smell out of the other hides too if need be. Would any of you like to aid me with this one?" he asked, moving the troll fur that was hanging over his shoulder. I hope one or more of them wants to, I would not only appreciate the help but it would be a good opportunity to get to know any of them better.

The large Nord of the group pointed to the fur Trannigan was holding. He said, "That must've been a fun occurence" Cordus looked to where he was pointing and laughed. "Yeah, man, sure was. Fights to the death, almost getting eating, blood all over the place ... hours of fun, dude!" Cordus laughed again.

As he did so, Trannigan asked if anyone wanted to help him clean off the fur. Cordus shook his head. "No way, man. I've had enough of that Troll to last a lifetime!"

As Hjolifur arrived back at camp with his kill, Sora was reminded of the hunger clawing at her stomach. She couldn't be bothered cooking anything herself, and instead reached for her pack and dug out some preserved meat. She sat eating, staring silenting into the fire as others around her talked and moved. However, she could only eat a little before her stomach began to protest. Ugh, I hope I haven't done any internal damage, she thought. She shoved everything back into her pack, figuring that something at Winterhold might help her if they stopped there first. Otherwise, she would just have to tough it out.

The crunching of snow signalled Trannigan's return. Sora hadn't even realised he was gone. He was hefting the massive hide of the Ice Troll. "I found a river to wash this hide in, we can wash the smell out of the other hides too if need be. Would any of you like to aid me with this one?"

Why not? Sora thought, I wanna learn more about this Ice Troll. She stood up, stretching. "I will, Trannigan," She said, and crunched her way to him. Sora knew it was getting late, and she should probably sleep, but she wanted see as much of Skyrim as she could, and she wasn't going to pass up the oppurtunity to see an icy Skyrim river gurgling away at night.

"I will, Trannigan," Sora said, and crunched her way to him. Trannigan gave her a friendly smile and nodded his head then. He waited for her to get to him then he spoke.

"Alright, it is this way." Trannigan walked beside her as they made the short journey to the stream. "Gods this thing smells aweful right now." He said to her in a joking tone, hoping he could get a smile out of her. He noticed that she still had a look of pain about her and frowned to himself. After a few minutes they arrived back at the stream and he unfolded the fur onto the ground, he dropped to his knees and placed part of the fur into the cold water, scrubbing his palm furiously against it to get the blood stains out. While he was doing that he looked up and glanced into her eyes. "So ya said earlier that you are from Cheydinhal? I have been there once, it seemed like a very nice place."

Orlando suddenly felt the effects of a long days travelling, and several cups of wine on his body. He was suddenly tired of the polite facade he had kept up. It was one of the reasons he had tried to leave his 'noble' life behind anyway. Instead of the usual flourish, he withdrew quietly into his tent and went to bed. Ordering Marcus and Gnuaus to do the same. He knew he had to rise earlier than the rest of the group in order to give his servants time to pack everything away.

OOC: I was looking at the other RPs going on, and I noticed they have actual OOC threads; should we have one as well? Not a big deal if not, just sayin'.

IC:

Juhanor - Campsite

Juhanor sat still at the fire, watching as Sora started to eat some dried meat, and noticing her grimace afterwards. After she and Trannigan walked off to the river, Juhanor thought to himself I guess the wound is much more serious than it first seemed... internal injury? This early in the "adventure" as well.... not a good sign... Juhanor replaced the hand of the ice troll in the coil of rope that acted as his pack. I'll have to see if anyone in Winterhold can craft that into something useful once we get there.

Juhanor faced the rest of the group. So many different faces, Juhanor thought, I wonder what everyone's reason for being here is... Feeling drowsy, Juhanor lay down on the ground and closed his eyes. A light rest will do this one some good; I will have to keep my ears open for trouble, though. As Juhanor lay on the icy earth, he fell into old memories of his tribe's body and mind relaxation techniques, and began a calming and resting meditation, while remaining alert of his surroundings.

As his mind wandered, Juhanor recalled his time in the Imperial City, with the old Breton noble, now poor and living in the slums, and his Altmeric mage man-servant, who had enchanted his family bow, Vaba. Moving further back, Juhanor thought of his passage into advlthood, and the day he left his family for the great world. What seemed to be hours passed, as Juhanor's mind and body slowly became rested from the day's ride and the fight with the Ice Troll.

Snapping awake, Juhanor saw that Orlando had gone back to his tent, and that Sora and Trannigan were still at the river. The damn time difference always screws me up, Juhanor thought, I still don't have the hang of this.

Standing up, Juhanor left out a hearty yawn and turned to the rest of the group. "So, guys, want do you all want to do? We could get to know each other's motives; if nobody is up for talking tonight, we could sleep in shifts? It is getting late after all."

"Gods this thing smells awful right now," Trannigan said with a smile as the two of them made their way to the water. Sora smiled in silent agreement. She was more focussed on the landscape around them. She thought that a snowy Skyrim night one of the most beautiful and unique sights to behold, bested only by the sea under the moonlight. Sora wondered what the two together would be like, and Winterhold suddenly became much more appealing.

The stream was only minutes from the camp. It was small and fairly shallow, and the swift pace of it seemed to have kept it from freezing over, though the occasional chunk of ice floated on the surface. Trannigan bent down to place the unfolded hide in the water and scrub it, and Sora followed. The water was incapcitatingly cold, and Sora's hands went numb almost immeadiately, but she did her best to ignore it. Trannigan looked up at her as he worked.

"So ya said earlier that you are from Cheydinhal? I have been there once, it seemed like a very nice place," he said.

Sora shrugged. "I can't say I actually went into the city very much; we lived outside the walls, a little more in the wilderness," she explained, "But the area around it is gorgeous. That was half the reason my parents moved there in the first place." Sora paused, trying to untangle a particularly tough patch of fur. She realised she was revealing quite a lot about herself, but, again, she reasoned that someone like Trannigan didn't exactly seem like the type of person who would hunt down her family.

"So what about yourself?" She asked, "Where are you from?"

OOC: Yeah it would be cool to have one, I think I saw someone say that only the more established RPs are allowed to have one but I've seen other rp's that havent been around that long have them.

IC: Sora shrugged. "I can't say I actually went into the city very much; we lived outside the walls, a little more in the wilderness," she explained, "But the area around it is gorgeous. That was half the reason my parents moved there in the first place." Sora paused, trying to untangle a particularly tough patch of fur. She realised she was revealing quite a lot about herself, but, again, she reasoned that someone like Trannigan didn't exactly seem like the type of person who would hunt down her family.

"Ah I see, well... you are right about the area being beautiful. I would have liked to have visited more, but, I never got around to it..."

He scrubbed at the fur with his hands until he could no longer take the icy temperatures. Quickly pulling his cold, reddened hands out, he tucked them underneath his arms for warmth and hugged himself tight. After a minute or so of letting them warm back up he resumed trying to get the blood and dirt clumps from the beasts fur.

"So what about yourself?" She asked, "Where are you from?"

"I am originally from Bravil myself. It's a slum of a town but it has good people." He smiled while remembering his childhood and continued. "My father worked in the local fighters guild hall, so we werent exactly poor like most other citizens there. My mother ocassionally visited the local mage guild hall, but she wasnt a member of the guild. They were both very skilled at what they did, and they both taught me how to be a proficient fighter. When I was 17 I left home to see the world and ended up in the Imperial City until I was 20, then after that I left Cyrodiil to travel the world and I have been here in Skyrim for about a month now."

OOC: It seems like it could be useful to have an OOC thread, especially once we're in the dungeon.

IC: "I am originally from Bravil myself. It's a slum of a town but it has good people," Trannigan said, smiling, "My father worked in the local fighters guild hall, so we werent exactly poor like most other citizens there. My mother ocassionally visited the local mage guild hall, but she wasnt a member of the guild. They were both very skilled at what they did, and they both taught me how to be a proficient fighter. When I was 17 I left home to see the world and ended up in the Imperial City until I was 20, then after that I left Cyrodiil to travel the world and I have been here in Skyrim for about a month now."

Sora listened quietly to Trannigan while she helped to clean the hide. A lot of dirt, blood, and other unidentified muck had been steadily flowing down the stream from the massive white mass. The fur was beginning to return to its former shade of white, despite all the fur that had been pulled from it.

"Bravil eh?" Sora said, "I like Bravil. It has... character." She pulled her hands out of the water and shoved them in the folds of her jacket, careful to make sure that the hide wasn't pulled downstream. She couldn't feel much in her hands after having them in the icy water for so long.

"So," Sora asked, shivering a little as her freezing hands touched her skin, "How do we know when this thing is clean?"