Jeremy
Kani was walking back from the local trader, she had recently traded some meat and pelts for some extra coin. Skyrim was a land of strange frozen beauty, and it had plenty of game to hunt in the bitter cold forests that lied near Falkreath. Kani hasn't explored much of the land of the Nords, but she often got weird eyes as nobody had ever seen a Bosmer with her Khajiit like features, more off the ears and a slow waving tail. Some Nords made comments that some Bosmer managed to get a Khajiit knocked up, but others argued that it wasn't possible. 

Kani was used to such comments, most were just questions, others were insults. But again, it was her choice and it was to honor her dear friend. Besides, it did give her some advantage. The heightened hearing and the tail gave her an edge when it came to hunting. She could take the rude comments any other day. Still, it would be nice if people didn't see her as a freak or some kind of failed experiment. It was a cool morning, most of the townsfolk were getting up to do some early morning shopping or get ready for work.
Elizabeth
*On the road was a large group coming in. Wasn't soldiers. A few orcs, a few khajiit, a few argonians. Some riding horses. There was one atop an Echatere, a mammalian creature from Wrothgar. He appeared to be the leader. He spoke to a guard and then they entered, stopping the Caravan by the general store. The leader was an old orc, with a giant longbow on the Echatere. He got off and ordered some of the ones with Packs to enter the store. Making deliveries. He went to the Echatere and began petting its head.*
Jeremy
Kani saw the caravan pulled in, the variety of races of workers and guards were a sight to see. She then saw the bulking old Orc who seemed to be the leader of the caravan begin to pet a creature she had rarely seen. Her tail raised a bit and her ears perked up as she walked over. She had plenty of gold to spend, and if anything she could just go back to hunting and sleeping out in the wilds. 

Kani cautiously approached the caravan, and spoke slightly towards the Orc.

"You do plenty of trade in Skyrim? Or are you all over Tamriel?" She asked as she crossed her arms across her chest

She was cautious, she was ready to have this Orc be either disgusted or perhaps too mean on her appearance but she had hope none of those have happened.
Elizabeth
*He didnt look away from the Echatere. It was old... Injured, but still going. He seemed to have a strong bond with it.*

"We've got resources from everywhere... Mostly morrowind... But things come from Summerset, High Rock, Black marsh. We get it from a Ship... The ship travels everywhere, but we only travel Skyrim right now... We used to travel from Elsweyr to Hammerfell... Getting too old for that now though..."
Jeremy
She paused for a moment. She had to choose her words carefully, not because she thought that Orcs were dumb and couldn't understand basic words, more of she knew that saying the wrong thing to an Orc could easily piss them off or rub them in the wrong way.

"So... Do you have a successor for this caravan or are you going to hand it off to someone else. From what I can tell, you have been doing this for a long time my friend." She asked, and a part of her wanted to also pet the animal. But she would have to wait to ask permission to pet such a creature.
Elizabeth
"Crosses-The-Snow will take it when I go. Of course... I don't necessarily own it. I operate it... Venasu Telvanni owns the Trading Company which owns it. She'll probably never die... Telvanni and all that."

*He finally turned. He seemed blind in one eye, with a great deal of scars... But his good eye was a very distinct yellow.*

"Once the Delivery is done, you're free to buy from us... We have some good Glass equipment from Vvardenfell right now. I prefer it for my arrows."
Jeremy
She took notice of the Orcs scars, he must've been in a lot of battle to get that roughed up and it looked like he had some close calls in his long life.

Her ears perked up when he mentioned glass arrows, and her tail began to raise and softly wag.

"Glass? Not many in Skyrim can craft them, I think they are all imports as well." She tilted her head.

Kani knew she could use some glass arrows, or any kind of special arrows. She worked fine with normal steel tipped arrows but having even a bundle or two of glass arrows would be well worth the money. They were light, sharp, and she believed they could harm Daedra, ghosts, and perhaps even Werewolves. But she might have been misinformed.

"Sure I know the Dunmer are very talented smiths when it comes to Glass. I too have been to Morrowind, such an alien province but it has its beauty." She commented.
Elizabeth
"I prefer it... They can be a bit heavy, compared to moonstone or elven arrows... But with my Bow... Better to use heavier ones."

*He didn't use a little hunting bow... It was a gigantic longbow, the kind that would punch straight through armor. Two Dagi came from the general store with Empty crates... He could begin selling now. He moved to a pack on the side of the Echatere, inside was likely around 150 glass arrows.*

"How many?"
Jeremy
"How many per arrow?" She asked and tilted her head, she then looked at the animal that he had petted before, walking over it she looked back at him.

"Can I?" She asked, hoping he gave her permission to pet the creature. She never really seen many of them and this one looked well taken care of.
Elizabeth
"7 each... But I'd do 80 for every 15."

*He looked over to the Echatere.*

"Oh, Akan. Just be gentle with him... I've had him my whole career... I've tried letting him retire but he just wants to keep going."
Jeremy
Kani nodded and got close to the animal, taking her time to pet it. She as a Bosmer could have a faint feeling with it, it felt strong yet... Old. It was a loyal beast, a kind one at that. She felt a warm love from it, a strong love.

"What a beautiful animal... You treat it well." She nodded.

She then stepped away from the animal and gave a nod, doing some math in her head, 30 arrows would be enough to last her a while and she would only use them when she had to.

"I'll take 30. That's 160 septims... Do we even call them septims anymore? Well in any case, I'll take two bundles. You got anything else?" She asked as she placed her hands on her hip.
Elizabeth
"It's imperial currency... It'd be septims, they have their own currency in Dominion land... Still the same gold."

*He bundled the arrows up, two bundled of fifteen.*

"Alinor Honey-Wine... A few Bosmeri instruments... More weapons... Some bespoke Khajiiti clothing. Are you a Bosmer or Khajiit? I can't tell... Forgive me. You looks like an ohmes but... Different. I know the bosmer can alter themselves with the horns but... Never seen that."
Jeremy
She again nodded at the other listed items he mentioned, but none of them seemed worth purchasing. Not that they were bad items, more of that she had no interest in them.

When asked about her additional features she sighed.

"I'm Bosmer, but it's a long story that would need a few drinks before I would even tell the full tale. Long story short, I chose to get these instead of antler or horns... In honor of a friend." She told the Orc of the reasoning behind her ears and tail.

She then reached into her gold pouch that was heavy, and started quickly counting a few more before adding it into a smaller bag. She then gave that smaller pouch to the Orc. 

"I shall use the arrows well, thank you." She nodded as she waited to be handed the arrows.
Elizabeth
"Well don't sigh about it if it means that much to you! It's nothing to be ashamed of... Keeping that memory."

*He pointed to his eye. The yellow, working one.*

"I have an amulet that makes it so... Distinct. It's a reminder of those in my family... Lost to madness."

*He handed off the arrows and took the gold, placing it in a chest on the back of the echatere saddle.*

"We're off to Markarth next... Delivering Heartstones to the Telvanni wizard there... But we'll stay a bit longer."

*He hadn't been made aware of the name change yet.*
Jeremy
Kani nodded.

"I haven't been to Markarth. So I wouldn't know the politics as much. Heard it's a sight to behold, a Dwemer City! Sounds like a sight to see. I did hear that the Forsworn are on a rise, whoever they are. They don't seem like nice people." She told the Orc what she had heard of Markarth.

Kani looked around at the wagon that had all of the items out on display.

"How do you guys fare against bandit attacks, I'm sure with the state that Skyrim is in. You guys have to fend off the amount of Brigands that have been forming their larger groups as of late. They're just as bad as in Cyrodiil." She asked.
Elizabeth
"We handle ourselves. When we started it was more difficult... But we've got almost a reputation as the "Telvanni" Caravan... Any bandit who dares point a weapon at us doesn't fare well in the future. Those that do try... We're skilled enough to take... I'm good enough with a bow to take 7 of the average scumbag."

*He smiled. He was quite articulate, but still gruff, and he couldn't help but revel in his own skill.*

"But... When you get old... The muscles you work to pull back the string... Ache more and more as you work them."
Jeremy
Kani smiled.

"Heh, that's just how my father described it. He was once an eager hunter in Valenwood but as he grew older he stuck to more simple work. He said that I had enough work already." She mentioned her father, but more of it seemed that her dad was saying he was old when he wasn't really.

"So, do you plan to retire? Settle down somewhere?" She asked, tilting her head.
Elizabeth
"Most orcs want to die in battle... Think of it like that. I'll work until i just cant anymore... This is what i love... Traveling, and i wouldn't drop it for anything."

*He frowned.*

"Most orcs see me as some disgrace... We dont do business with the strongholds because of that. I'm... Not very traditional in my upbringing."
Jeremy
"I think Orcs get treated too harshly sometimes. But one thing is for certain, they are too stubborn with their traditions. Strongholds would benefit from trade like this, yet their Chiefs cross their arms and pout. It's that stubbornness I wish my people had, however... We..." She paused.

"Bent over too easily to the Thalmor. Now we can't fight back... They are willing to burn all of Valenwood to keep my people in control. This wouldn't have happened if we stood our ground." She whispered. It was clear she did not like the Thalmor and she had hoped an Orc like him had the same disdain for them as well.
Elizabeth
"I've never personally been to Summerset... That's Venasu's thing... But ugh... They've made trade into their territory hell... Not to mention the treatment of those in those territories. My firsthand experience is... Limited... But I've been called greenskin... Tuskmouth... All sorts of things at their border checkpoints..."

*One of the Dagi working for him brought him a small box of sweetrolls. His weakness was sweets... He set them on the back of the Echatere before the Dagi went into the tavern with the majority of the caravan.*

"Of course even here they can be rude... They don't usually let in the caravan until they see me and i can confirm we aren't carrying moon sugar or skooma. I find communion with the Khajiit and Saxhleel... We're all outcasts in a way."