David
*Among the vessels anchored at the docks, there was a sizable schooner with a ruddy brown hull. The white sails on the masts were raised, while a flag still hung from the peak of the ship, fluttering in the nighttime wind. A white on black flag of a white ring, resembling an eclipse. There was the faint sound of conversation and movement from within, but one figure was on top deck looking around.*
Janet
*A tall Khajiit stood on the rim of the ship, looking around at the docks. He wore a long red coat over a moonstone cuirass, and likewise his boots and bracers were made with the same elven metal. At his hip, however, two sheathed swords with golden hilts hung in black leather. He caught the flitter of movement, and he heard the faint sound of footsteps. From the deck he walked down a nearby ramp onto the docks, and began walking around, following the sound and movement.*
Michael
*Janelle slips out of the EEC Windhelm warehouse. She stashes her loot in her satchel, pulls out her lockpicks, and gets to work on the next door. Yet, right before she begins, she senses another presence. Quickly, yet discreetly, she switches out her picks for her daggers, crouches slightly lower, and rolls into the shadows.

She waits stilly and silently. Scanning the area for whoever is near.*