Wanda
Through the wilderness came Mandor Enellius, although a Quaestor of the Imperial Legion that much couldn't be deciphered from his appearance, well, except for his imperial sword at his waist. Wearing a long sleeved black tunic, with tall black boots and basic brown trousers the Imperial raced man would find himself trudging through a part of the marshes of Hjaalmarch. He was in search of some mudcrabs and had lost a bet with a handful of other soldiers which resulted in him having to go out hunting for them himself, rather than buying from a market. Although he generally did prefer to hunt his own food, mud crabs were always the most tedious as he found himself stabbing at rocks half the time. 

He had a fairly sized satchel at his waist which he used to stuff a few dead mud crabs into. He had gathered three and planned to get another four more. Although he wasn't wielding his sword for the hunting, instead he had found a straight branch and had sharpened the tip profusely to create a make shift spear. He didn't want to muddy or damage his sword during the hunt. Still, trudging through the marshes and walking with high knees and long strides, he kept a keen eye out for any poor mudcrab to thrust down upon.
April
Sildania hid deep in the cold marshes, splashing around in the murky water and playing in the mud practically everyday.

He currently was splashing around in the water, giggling until he caught sight of a bright, silver glimmer from afar. He quickly ran behind a tree and crouched, peeking his head out to examine what caused the shine.

His eyes met a human. A human! He excitedly giggled quietly and stared at the man, eyes wide and curious. This was one of his favorite activities. He loved to "Spy" On the people who came into the marshes, watch what they would do and what they needed. He continued to stare at the man in awe and wonder, excited to see what he would do.
Wanda
He didn't notice the little spy of course, as he was mainly busy with finding a mud crab. Which conveniently was just found by him and as seen by Sildania: a swift thrust downward into the floor with the spear, but a very precise and technical sort of thrust. He wasn't just forcing a spear down into something, he was stabbing with the intention of killing. And killing he did. Mandor now would reach down to the mud crab and picked it up by its pinchers, looking over it and giving it a swift shake to toss of thicker mud and moments after stuffing it into his satchel, not much more to go.

A few more steps began being made, some more slushing through the thick surface which was a bit of a workout in itself even for a Legionnaire whom practically lives inside his heavy armour. He managed to make way towards a small island amongst the marshes to catch his breath and gather his bearings, where he began looking around now and coincidentally looking directly in Sildania's location.
April
Sildania quickly ducked behind the tree, a flash of periwinkle as he hoped he hadn't been seen. As much as he loved people, he was terrified of being found by one. Not many Maormer resided in Skyrim and he surely didn't want to frighten anyone. He covered his mouth to make his breaths quiet, his ear twitching and perking up, trying to hear any movement from the other man in the marsh.
Wanda
He let off a small sigh as he would look back ahead towards the marshes. He still had some ground to cover and it was at an angle going to end up where Sildania currently was. Eventually he would at least, as he was also in a bit of a rush to get this done. No one enjoyed walking and trodding through murky water and mud least of all Mandor. His spear would be prepared for a thrust again now as he descended back down into the marshes and kept on going.

Not long after he would suddenly stab down again, this time he would lift up a mud crab far bigger than the last he had caught. Just about stuffing it into his satchel he decided that was enough for now, now it was to go back home. But first he needed to clean up out of these marshes.

And so, he would once again continue ahead, tossing the spear backwards onto the island he was just on, perhaps it may come of us in the future for someone. It was then that Mandor would look in the direction of Sildania and having developed a little bit of a sense of feeling eyes upon him, he merely shrugged it off for now. Once again continuing to walk.
April
Sildania listened closely, hearing the muck squelch with each footstep the man took. He let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the tree. He took in a deep breath, letting his courage (curiosity, really) take full control. He looked back out, trying to find the man.

His watching wasn't malicious, of course, he was just excited to see what people from different lands were like. They spoke Tamrielic. He did too, but he was nowhere near fluent. He doubted that anyone knew his language in Skyrim.

He continued to search for the man, desperate to keep watching him. Rarely did people come into the marshes so this was a special occasion. Maybe this would be the first person he would introduce himself to.
Wanda
Mandor would take a few moments of thought to himself while walking through the marsh, he looked upwards and around momentarily before his gaze suddenly went over directly to Sildania. It was luck, really, he just had an off-feeling but the direction he looked in was just conveniently where he actually was. Now, Mandor would begin approaching his location, dragging himself through the mud and taking clutch of his sheathed sword.

"You there, who are you to be spying on me like that?!" He called over now, it was definitely a weird experience considering he wasn't anyone special to be getting followed, so this person was either just a child to him, or... Just a shy person who enjoys watching other people's daily routines. This was of course Mandor's immediate thoughts merely because of the way that he thinks and his mindset being very straight forward, perhaps black and white a bit.
April
The Maormer squeaked and jumped up, immediately bounding off light a frightened deer. He jumped into the muddy water, hoping that the man wouldn't be able to find him. His heart thrummed in his chest as he waited for a sign. For anything.

He hadn't meant to upset anyone! He just couldn't bring himself to truly meet anyone yet. He also lost all sense of bravery when being shouted at, sending him fleeing like a terrified dove.
Wanda
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" He shouted afterwards as the Maormer would take off. It was hard to tell from a distance that Sildania was anyone unique, as far as Mandor knew this was just some sort of local stalker and it was a normal occurrence. Whatever it was, he couldn't help but want to figure out who was staring at him hunting crabs from a distance.

He arrived at his last location, the tree. Looking around and panting lightly after pushing through so much mud and marsh he briefly caught his breath and looked for signs of where he was. Footsteps, ripples in the water, broken branches. "I won't hurt you!" He then shouted out.
April
He popped the top of his head out of the water, only his eyes and the tips of his ears being visible. He kept his nose and mouth underwater, wanting to gauge the man's reaction before he fully emerged from the cold water.

His eyes were full of nervousness and caution, still trying to decide if the man *Actually* Wouldn't hurt him or if he was just saying that. Sildania definitely didn't look like the people in Skyrim and he was nervous that it could add to a factor of being distrusted.
Wanda
"What in the eight are you?" Mandor now asked as his eyes shot over to Sildania, but he saw the fear that the creature was showing and so he decided to let go of the hilt of his sword, that way he could try and come across as less threatening and actually a man of his word. It's true, he didn't wish to actually harm them.

He bent down a little bit for a closer view, but being ever so cautious he kept a good distance between them. He didn't know this thing, or person, or whatever it was. It's only right he was extremely aware of the fact this could be some sort of trap too.
April
He continued to stare at the man, gulping thickly under the water. He nervously stood up, his wet clothes clinging to him. He tilted his head and began to speak, slowly. "Hel... Lo?" He said softly.
Wanda
"Get out the marsh man, come on." He said as he would now extend a hand down to the man, although Mandor now had an idea what the situation was here. This wasn't a person from Skyrim, or maybe even all of Tamriels known races. This was an entirely different species of peoples from the looks of it, but he didn't just mention it yet. For now he was going to help out Sildania for him to grow comfortable. The interrogating will begin after that.
April
Sildania grabbed onto the man's hand, staring at him intensely. He had never been this close to a real, living human before; let alone never touched one. He took a shaky step onto land, eyes unblinking in bewilderment. He was shorter and thinner than the other man, shaking like a leaf from the overwhelming emotions he felt and the cold clothes clinging to his skin.

"Hell... Lo," He repeated, wide eyes staring into Mandor's. He clearly didn't speak much Tamrielic but knew a little. Maybe conversational?
Wanda
His eyes would squint briefly as the man greeted, and as he ascended from the water his suspicions were only more confirmed. This wasn't just any Tamrielic race, and he was definitely curious to know more about who this, what looks to be a child, actually was. Noticing the thin stature, the fright in his eyes and of course clothes gripping onto his skin for dear life, Mandor let off a sigh and took out a cloth from his other, smaller satchel.

"It's the best I can do for now, dry yourself before you get even more sick than you already will be." He said while passing the cloth to him, it was the size of a small modern towel for comparison, and although Mandor recognised the limited Tamrielic that he spoke, his actions should do enough talking.
April
Sildania grabbed the cloth and wrapped it around himself, staring at the man with still-wide eyes. He tilted his head, staring up at him, his eyes widening further. "Hello," He mumbled, the word finally coming out properly.