Anne
He's slightly startled by the sudden barage of words, "*You're an energetic one.*" He says with a chuckle, "*What are you doing in Skyrim?*" He asks, "*Not exactly the nicest place for those of our ilk.*"
April
"*I came here to explore! I wanted a change of scenery and Skyrim was the perfect idea! Though, the cold isn't very nice,*" He rambled, ecstatic to finally speak to someone.

"*What's your name? How long have you been here? Do you speak to the people here? I'm far too scared to talk to them,*" He babbled, not allowing much time for Nulamas to respond.
Anne
"*I suppose I should go thorugh your questions one by one. Do you have a camp set up somewhere nearby? My legs are tired from walking.*" He says, "*I'll answer your questions once I'm not freezing to death.*"
April
"*Over here!*" He giggled, quickly bounding off towards a very small area. The mud was a bit more solid and a very small tent was set up, a little pile of kindlings and twigs resting unlit. "*I'll start the fire! You can sit... Um...*" He looked around for a suitable spot for the other to sit. He grinned and grabbed a small stump, pushing it next to the small pile of wood. "*Here you go!*"
Anne
He nods, "*Thank you,*" He sits down on the stump, "*I am Nulamas.*" He says, "*I've been in Skyrim for a short amount of time, maybe a month or so. And I haven't spoken to many of the locals, although I am on the hunt for a carpenter of some sort.*"
April
Sildania dropped onto his knees and began to cast flames delicately on the wood. He hummed as the fire caught, standing up and smiling. "*Nulamas! I like that name! What are you in need of a carpenter for?*" He asked, wiping off his knees.
Anne
"*Need to fix up my ship. It wrecked off the coast of... Winterhold, we hit a rough patch of ice.*" He says, "*So you just got bored of Pyandonea and decided to take the treacherous journey to Tamriel?*" He asks in turn
April
"*Very dangerous! Tamriel is such a cold and intriguing place compared to Pyandonea! The life here is wonderful!*" Sildania rambled, overjoyed to be sitting by a fire with a kind person. "*You have a ship? What do you do?*"
Anne
"*Well to put it in the simplest terms. I'm a pirate.*" He says, "*A privateer, a corsair, lot of words for basically the same job. Being a Maormer I'm especially qualified, and I do my job quite well, that is when my ship isn't wrecked into a sheet of ice.*"