James
Thorn was outside in his small garden, humming to a tune his mother used to sing to him when he was little. He was picking his crops, absentmindedly brushing away the dirt and pulling out whatever was ready to harvest. A bead of sweat trickled down his cheek and he sighed, deciding to take a small break to sit in the shade.
Beverly
THE LEEK THE- ahem, Sa'varni, was out wandering through the wilderness. He had spent the last few months passing between Riften and Morthal, wherein he'd been hoping to come across that one skooma dealer he'd met once last year. Not that he partook in skooma, just it was nice to have friends who were also... On the arguable side of the law.

At this point he was meant to be halfway to Morthal, but he'd gotten distracted by something. Chickens. They were just sitting there, clucking alluringly. And Sa'varni was STARVED. He was no longer welcome in Riften proper after an... Incident, so procuring supplies had become difficult.

Sa'varni crouched behind a bush and watched the chickens, and also he watched the Chicken Man, who stood by the chickens, harvesting some crops. Eventually the Chicken Man went for a break, and Sa'varni took the opportunity to lunge out at one of the chickens and grab it up in his arms. The chicken squawked and scrabbled out of his grip, and Sa'varni decided to chase it
James
Thorn heard his chicken begin to cry out and he quickly jumped up. "Berta? Berta, are you alright?" He called out, quickly making his way to the fenced area where his precious fowl would reside. He saw Alga (one of his hens) clucking calmly and then laid his green eyes on the Khajiit trying to steal his precious pet. "Hey! Stop that!" He cried out, his heart thrumming in his chest, his feet cemented to the ground. *What was he supposed to do?*
Kenisha
Sa'varni cursed at the damn chicken, humiliating him like this! He would not be defeated by a bird!

He climbed up on a fencepost and leapt at the chicken, which evaded him with ease. He got up, ready to issue another attack, when the Chicken Guy approached. He instantly froze.

"...Ah. Hello. Khajiit was simply performing a... Impromptu medical exam, on your fine fowl. Do not pay any mind."
James
"You're frightening her!" He exclaimed, finally able to take a step forward. "Please, leave her alone, she gets scared very easily," Thorn begged, his ears twitching in fright. 

As he spoke, Berta (the chicken) continued to squawk and shriek, running towards Thorn in a mortified state. He bent over and picked her up, shushing the hen and trying to calm her down.

"What are you doing here?" He asked sharply, looking up at the other man.
Beverly
Sa'varni looked a little guilty. He didn't mean to traumatize any people. Or chickens.

"Yes, this one... Apologizes, for frightening the bird. It's a long story. This one is about to go on a long journey."

He wonders briefly if it's worth keeping up the chicken medical exam ploy, then decides against it.

"This one just... Wanted to borrow your chicken. Not for nefarious purposes."
James
He continued to stare at the man, observing him with suspicious eyes. He noticed how thin the man seemed and looked at Berta, realizing the issue. 

"Oh, you are hungry?" Thorn asked, easing his sharp glare to a look of soft worry. "I've no meat but I have plenty of crops that I grow if you'd like," He offered with a small smile.

"I'm sorry I overreacted, it's just that Berta here is a very special pet to me. I'd be happy to provide you food if that's what you need," He spoke gently, not wanting to seem as if he was deceiving the other.
Beverly
Sa'varni took this chance to look at the man more closely. Bosmer, by the looks of it, and probably had lived close to here for some time. Had a whole house and everything up in the trees. Sa'varni was impressed, but totally Not Jealous.

"Well... Yes," He admitted with no small degree of shame. "Khajiit has not had much to eat in the past few days. Lots of travel, yes? Not much time to shop."
James
He smiled warmly and looked at the man, "Feel free to come on in if you'd like. I can get you a sack of some produce, free of charge. It probably wouldn't be very kind to let a stranger go hungry," Thorn joked lightly, setting Berta back on the ground who quickly ran towards Maribel, the cow. 

Thorn opened his door and made a small waving motion to invite the Khajiit in, happy to help the desperate stranger.
Beverly
Sa'varni was typically hesitant to accept charity, but something about this fellow did not strike him as a threat. Like, at all. And this far into the woods, it was unlikely the guard would chase after him for the chicken thing.

So he nodded politely and went on inside, looking back at the chicken, who was hanging out with the cow. 

"A farm out here in the wilderness?" He asked, mostly to defuse the tension of him trying to kill the livestock. "Khajiit has not seen that sort of setup before."
James
"Yeah, it's a bit out of the way," He sighed, offering a free chair to the Khajiit. "I built all the way out here so I could be away from people. I'm not too far from the city so I can sell some produce but I really only worry about feeding my animals."

"Let me pack you a bag," He hummed, walking over to a large shelf full of fresh vegetables. He began to pack a burlap bag full of cabbages, potatoes, leeks, and carrots for the Khajiit, smiling as he did so.

"What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"
Beverly
"Yes, some solitude is always nice," He said sagely, even though he pretty much depended on crowds to make his 'borrowing' easier. 

"This one is called Sa'varni. He is a... Traveller, by trade. And what is your name?"

Sa'varni sits down on the proffered chair, revelling in all the wonderful food that was here. He again felt kind of guilty for tormenting that chicken, especially seeing as this guy clearly meant well.
James
"My name is Thorndroth but you can just call me Thorn," He offers kindly, adding a few more vegetables and tying the bag closed.

He walked over and set the bag for Sa'varni on the table in front of the Khajiit. He smiled again and turned away, walking towards a large metal bucket on a larger table. "Would you like some water? I just fetched and cleaned it this morning," He asked.
Beverly
Sa'varni had not known many bosmer in this region, or, in fact, in Skyrim at all. 

"Yes," He said, "Khajiit would love some water. This one appreciates your kindness."

Sa'varni was used to drinking from streams while simultaneously trying to catch fish. He wriggles a carrot out of the bag and CHOMPS it.

"Forgive Sa'varni's curiosity, but what brings a bosmer to Skyrim, hmm? Dreadfully cold here."
James
He brings a cup over and sets it next to the Khajiit, eyes slightly widening as he watched him bite the raw carrot.

"It *Is* Quite cold in Skyrim. Luckily, Riften isn't nearly as cold as Windhelm. I came after my mother told me I needed to make a name for myself. I want nothing but to make her proud," Thorn explained.

"You know, you don't have to eat that raw. You can save those and I can cook you some stew or something of the like. I'm not an amazing chef but it might be a little more...*Palatable*?" He offered politely.
Beverly
Sa'varni felt this was too much good fortune for today. He wondered when something would go terribly wrong. It was a rule of his, something always went terribly wrong right after anything went terribly right.

Still, he wasn't one to look a gift-cat in the mouth.

"Oh, yes, that would be wonderful! Khajiit has not had a hot meal in..."

He paused.

"Hm, must be right about four years now. Not counting those khajiit borrowed, of course."

His thoughts drift to Windhelm. Ugh, nasty place.

"Ugh, nasty place, Windhelm. So cold, and the Nords there are terribly close-minded. Did you live there, hmm? Must have been rough."
James
"Haha, yes I did live there," Thorn chuckled, beginning to chop up ingredients for a potato and leek soup. "It's not as though anything *Bad* Happened to me. It was simply cold and too big for my liking, frightened me too much." He explained as he tossed his diced vegetables into a boiling pot. 

"The Nords were... Accepting of me, in a way. Bosmer aren't Dunmer or Altmer which makes us more trustworthy, in a sense. It's all prejudice, I say. Mer and man should be able to like united. Ah, but I digress. Apologies for my ranting," He giggled.
Beverly
"Ah, do not worry yourself. It is rare to find someone who would assist one that tried to... Ah, borrow their livestock. Last time Khajiit did that he got kicked out of Riften."

Sa'varni wondered about the Nords. Some seemed oerfectly friendly, maybe even most, but the caravans seemed to have far more... Varied opinions.

"It would be nice, yes, should everyone get along. But that is too much to expect, one gets the feeling."