Treva
The Bosmer was exploring the market, after a good hunt she had plenty of coin to spend, more of a resupply, some arrows and since she has been saving up so much she might request to get a new set of armor.

The one she was wearing was fine but was well worn, a new set to not only have improved protection but as well as look a bit nicer than some dirty, cutup, patched set of leather armor would be better. She would be low on coin on such a commission but it would be worth it, besides Solitude had some good game she was hunting, plenty of deer, elk, and other animals that she could live off of, but i was colder here than it was in Whiterun, she began to wonder where Frogar had ran off too. It had been too long since she had seen him, not that she had to worry, The fiery redheaded Nord was way more than able to handle himself.

For now, the market was sort of packed with people stocking up for the week and Isha was unsure of what she wanted.
Alex
Mirihil was at a stall in the marketplace carrying a sack of produce. She was stopped at one particular stall, talking and laughing with the Breton attending it. Eventually, she chose a couple items and payed for them before setting off, waving goodbye to her friend. 

Even with all her magical prowess, dealing with crowds could still be a hassle to her. She accidentally bumped into someone on her way to another stall, causing her to lose the grip on her sack and making it open just enough for a couple items to fall out. She apologized to the person she'd bumped into before picking up a few of the things she'd dropped. One of them escaped her though—a tomato that had rolled right up to Isha's feet.
Treva
She was looking at some trinkets, some handmade jewelry. More of, she was looking at a necklace made out of some rope, some animal bones, feathers, and a bright blue gem that lay in the middle of the bird skull. It may have looked ugly to most, but for the young Bosmer, it looked quite pretty. As she was defocused on her current surroundings, she heard a bit of a commotion. An Altmer woman had bumped into somebody and had spilled some of her shopping items. One of them being a simple red tomato.

Kneeling down, she would pick up the tomato, not really having a way to clean it herself. She walked over towards the Altmer, whom seemed to be struggling with gathering her loose items.

"Uh, you dropped this. I would give it a good wash before you make any sort of stew with it. The streets here aren't that clean." She gave some obvious advice, giving the Altmer a small smile.
Alex
Right as Isha reached her, Mirihil stood from picking up her other items. "Yeah, thanks," She said with a small chuckle, rubbing it on her shirt a bit to at least get a little dust and dirt off before returning it to the sack. Then she looked over to the spot Isha had been looking at, giving it a nod as she decided to try and make some conversation. "Something over there catch your eye?"
Treva
"Yeah no problem." She nodded back at the Altmer.

When she was asked if she was interested in anything in the market, she looked over at the jewelry stand, still having the handmade bone necklace out on a red cloth display.

"I guess so, that necklace is pretty but I was more just looking at it. Saving up my coin for supplies and getting a new set of armor. The one I have is..."

She paused and showed her well worn armor, straps that were hanging and worn metal parts. The armor had used up all it could and it was not comfortable to wear and it looked rather horrid.

"It had its run time for a new set. Something different, I heard the smiths here are pretty great, but it seems all smiths proclaim they are pretty great." She chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm Isha by the way, just an archer for hire. I like to say I'm one of the best in Skyrim... Unless somebody can hit a flying bird with ease." She sort of boasted a bit.
Alex
Mirihil hummed in understanding when Isha showed how worn her armor was, chuckling a bit at her joke. 

"I'm Mirihil, explorer and occasional mercenary—but I only really accept jobs on bandits and monsters. And yeah, every merchant tends to say they've got the best of whatever they're offering," She said, chuckling a bit with her last comment. She noticed the Bosmer's boasting didn't go unnoticed, but as far as Mirihil was concerned, a little bragging wasn't offensive so long as you could back it up.

"So, you live in Solitude or are you just here looking for work?"
Treva
"Pfft. Like I could afford living. Way out of my price range... I don't have a home in Skyrim. But I would like too, I think if I was ever ready to settle down it would be in Falkreath. Quiet little town, lush forest, and plenty of game to hunt." She scoffed at first, but gave her an answer.

"I'm just here for work. I've been taking care of the high wolf population in these parts as well as the occasional bandit camps that seem to prey on merchants passing by on the main road." She added.
Alex
"Ah, I see. I was getting ready to set off myself, actually—been taking a break here for a while, starting to get a bit antsy," She said. "Falkreath's always been a nice place though, I agree! Just as serene now as it was fifty years ago." As nice as Falkreath was, it probably wouldn't be a place Mirihil stayed at in the long-term. It had a certain air of permanence to it that rubbed her the wrong way.

"I am a bit worried about traveling in the middle of a war, though... Did that during the Great War and it was *Hectic.* And I wasn't even going through the battlefields." She suddenly became a bit serious, memories of that time flooding over her. She'd probably have to be cautious and keep her ears to the ground in regards to where skirmishes were brewing.
Treva
"I was too young to remember the Great War, but yeah... Doesn't seem like a great time." Isha commented on the ordeal of the Great War.


"So if you don't mind me asking... What side were you on?" She asked, but had a hesitant tone.
Alex
"Neither," Mirihil shrugged, looking away and off to the distance. "I mean—I grew up in the Imperial City, but I'd been in Black Marsh when word reached my parents about the invasion. I had to go through eastern Cyrodiil to get there as quick as I could. War itself hadn't swept through, but... War doesn't make life easy for anyone, even the ones not directly hit by it. I was near Bruma when I got kidnapped by some bandits, 'cause I'd been riding for two days straight and basically collapsed when I tried to cast a spell. There were three cages full of people fleeing to Skyrim like I was."

She shook her head and sighed, looking to Isha again. "Sorry, that got dark fast," She said with a smile. "But yeah, wasn't a good time, like you said."
Treva
"I'm sorry to hear that." Isha had somewhat of a condensending tone for the Mirihil.

"Bandits are foul, disgusting people. It's a shame the war gives them the advantage to take part of their crimes, with the armies and holds too busy with the war." She added.
Alex
"Yeah, exactly. I helped who I could along the way, but I needed to keep my parents my top priority."

She slung her sack across her shoulder, holding onto it with both hands just to have a place to put them. "So, you said you were an excellent archer, right?" She asked, hoping to change the subject to something more lighthearted. "What's the hardest shot you've ever had to land?"