Vivian
"No worries, Khajiit has seen stranger over the years. Well met, S'siri. My life is a dangerous one, but I have grown adjusted to it, and it is not as scary as one may think at first. Windhelm certainly has other opportunities. If you are of the magical sort, then you might find a kindred spirit in Wuunferth, the court wizard to Ulfric. Of course, there is also the College of Winterhold. As for more mundane work, there's the docks. Perhaps they could use an accountant?"

*Sejdah looked down to S'siri, then over to the adjacent fireplace, and back to the table. The orc looked at Sejdah, to which he simply nodded, and the orc returned to talking with the other two.*
Luis
S'siri chuckled softly, "Without magic, this one would be someone's pet. The only way he gets them off his back is with sparks. Only if they get too touchy with him, though." The Alfiq peered over to the table where Sejdah had been sitting, curiosity rising. "This one assumes that is your army? Is there more than four; if you don't mind my asking. He always envisioned there to be many men; well, more than 4 at least," S'siri yawned, stretching again. "Apologies. Cold makes this one's bones tense," He cleared his throat, "This one resides in Markarth but came to Windhelm with a small caravan only to get kicked out. Just his luck, too," He scoffed.
Vivian
"Not my army, no. Not an army at all, actually. Those are some good friends who work down at the docks or on local ships. I am in charge of a mercenary company, and we have stopped here to purchase supplies among other things before we return to our voyage. Who was it that kicked you out, may I ask? I don't often struggle with the locals."

*He looked at S'siri with a curious expression, tilting his head slightly.*
Luis
"Most locals are kind to this one. Unfortunately, trading Khajiit aren't too fond of him *Accidentally* Finding a few extra gold in his pocket. It's not his fault that it ended up there," S'siri spoke, glancing to the side in embarrassment. "This one did not mean to, he is accidentally...*Grabby*," He muttered, tracing a single claw in circles on the wooden floor. "Regardless, it's very nice that you and your friends voyage. This one gets far too seasick," He chuckled.
Vivian
"Understandable, as straightforward as it may be when one is used to it, Sejdah knows that a life on the sea is not for everyone. It's truly a pity, there is a certain satisfaction to such work, as challenging and monotonous as it is. To be out on the waves, breathing fresh air, surrounded on all sides by shimmering azure seas- it is almost as soothing as a day spent among the warm sands and vast jungles of Elsweyr. It is not a glamorous life, nor is it a perfect life. But above all else, it is *My* Life. And inspite of its problems and sorrows, I am proud to have a journey to call my own."

*He spoke fondly of his life, almost losing himself looking into the fire, watching intently as it fluttered and crackled around the charred wood.*