Donald
The wilderness on the road to solitude slowly warmed in the early light of the day. Golden strands wormed through the thick boughs of the pine. Dappling the mat of needles that covered the ground with spots of orange. Despite the encroaching morning, the fog and lavender shadows of the night clung to the depths of the forest. In a small grove, just off the worn stone and dirt path of the road, a small camp sat. A lean-to of buckskin next to the smoking remains of a fire. 

Luhn had spent the night nestled in the ferns. She woke early, as usual in order to make the most of the daylight. It would be a long day between Dragonsbridge and Solitude. And she had made the mistake of leaving the city too late yesterday. But the wilderness had been merciful this night, and her camp had been left unvisited. She worked on packing up the little area. Taking down her tent while she gnawed on dried strips of meat and fruit. She gathered her belongings, attaching her long sword to it place on her hip. The fire was her next target, and she snuffed out the remaining embers, kicking dirt upon the pile of ash. It was a short trot down to the road.

As Luhn made her way back to the cobbles she glanced over her shoulder. Trained ears listening for anything out of the ordinary. She saw nothing and shook her head, probably some animal, somewhere. Luhn continued walking, eyes scanning the forest and the road, waiting.
Matthew
*As the sun was slowly beginning to rise in the distance, the first bits of the beautiful suns ray coming forth. The beautiful golden rays were only somewhat enhanced by the fog and darkness that surrounded the road and pathway still. Almost as if putting on a performance for anyone that was lucky enough to be traveling alone at this moment. One such individual that happened to be maneuvering along the pathway under the cover of whatever darkness they can cling to, found himself hopelessly lost. 

He had come here for one reason or another seeking to avenge his family for reasons only he knew. Though in his haste to make it to these lands, he had forgotten to bring a map. He also crashed the boat he took here, forcing him to wander by foot and become At the mercy of the sun's now oppressive rays whenever he couldn't find cover. But thankfully, as he was wandering the woods randomly, he would finally come across what seemed to be a proper road. A sight for sore eyes in his case, as he gave a somewhat sigh of relief more to himself.

Maneuvering from the bushes and tree line, a few branches and twigs snapping as he did. He would unknowingly come across the path of another who happened to be traveling along the road as well. The rather finally dressed, Dunmer seemed to be coated in a formally made set of leather armor. Dyed a red and black to show an indication of his house's colors. The way he also kept his looks (though now slightly off) gave a sign of proper self-care and indication of nobility, as he took a moment to look around the road. His eye is moving across as if Luhn didn't move to take cover or hide, she will most likely be caught in this strange mans stare.*
Donald
Luhn slowed her pace slightly. She felt, uncomfortable. As if eyes were on her. The young Dunmer moved her hand to grip the pommel of her sword. A few more paces and she stopped, turning around slowly. Her eyes focusing on the pockets of shadow between the tall pines. Her breathing slowed for a moment, but her heart began to beat faster, muscles tensing. Years of tracking and scout work had burned certain silhouettes into her brain. She narrowed her crimson eyes as she thought her vision skimmed the edge of something humanoid. She stared straight at the shape. Jaw tightening for a second before she called out. 

"If you are there, best make yourself known. For both of our sakes." Her voice cracked across the thick woodland surrounding the road. Her speech was in Tamrielic, but her accent was not that of a Dunmer from the homeland. Her garb signified an origin in the deserts of Hammerfell, the bright blue of her tunic clashing with her rusty hair. 

Luhn tensed up, ready to run or fight. She hoped that whoever was in the tree line, hidden in shadow and thicket. Would be peaceful, perhaps a hunter, perhaps a hermit. And Azura willing, she hoped they were alone. Despite her worries, she stood there, strong.
Matthew
*As his eyes landed on the woman, Vallin would have taken a moment to attempt to think on what to say. His mind working a bit slower than he was used to as he happened to also be rather hungry. A problem for another time, as he heard the voice of the woman cut through the still air like a cracking whip in the night.

Honestly, he couldn't tell if her voice was threatening or attempting to ask a genuine question. A minor insult to the man as he only silently sneered at himself. He of course believed he deserve to be treated with a bit more respect. Not knowing the woman most likely couldn't even make his shape out in the shadows as he began to advance to the road and closer to her. His own voice now picks up from the darkness, as he spoke in a deeper and more calm tone, replying in basic Tamrielic.*

"Threat not, I am no bandit or stalker coming forth to harm you. A lost soul is all that is in need of help finding their way to the closest village, town or city."

*As he was maneuvering closer to the woman, he made sure to keep both of his hands neatly hidden behind his back. Keeping them out of sight for the time being, as he was ready to quit cast a few spells just in case she proved to be hostile. As he broke past the morning fog, the figure would become a bit more known to the woman. The man did not look like the average ruffian or fighter, seeming to be a bit more on the slender side, as if he looked like a scholar. He stood to be around 6'2, his ash-like skin seemed to hold a set of rather strange eyes for a Dunmer. Instead of the traditional blood red, or deeper red, his eyes seemed to contain a set of bright yellow eyes. Each one burning as if he was looking at her with the sun backing it. His clothing also became more clear, as the red (Which dominated most of the look) was adorned by black in certain parts along with a golden trim that helped show off a bit of wealth.*
Donald
Luhn, kept her stance. Hand still on the pommel of her sword. But there was an obvious shift in her body language. And her posture relaxed ever so slightly. It became less threatening, but still alert.

As the other Mer came into view, Luhn caught all the little details in his garb. Of course the symbology of the style meant little to her. She took the figure to be some sort of mage. Luhn gave him an analyzing stare. A strange person to be stumbling out from the thicket. She nodded slightly before addressing him.

"Hail, sera." She spoke with a rough Dunmeris. A Redoran dialect. "Good to meet a fellow kinsmen in this nation, but perhaps you should walk on the road. Not to the side of it."

Her speech was less intense. Less biting. "Scared me for a moment there..." She lapsed for a moment.

"Closest village is Dragons Bridge, in the south. Heading there myself but it's nothing special, from what I've heard at least. Solitude is more northerly, but from where we are on the road, it's a longer journey."

As she spoke her hand never left the pommel of her sword. A rather ornate Altmeri blade.
Matthew
*Vallin took her looks in for a moment as well, as he was able to absorb any benefit information she sent his way. His yellow almost warmed eyes stair like daggers through her as he only watched the woman for a moment. Her words at first struck to insult him again, or at least that's what he took it as.*

"If I knew where the road was I would have been on it alright. But, The information you have given me shall suffice for now."

*As he spoke, his gaze that was as harsh as the beating sun, soon broke away from her directly. His eyes carefully examine the foliage, as he did his best to make sure that the sunlight wasn't going to hit him directly. Wishing to avoid the irritating boiling pain of being caught in its light.*

"Unless you are also going to be drawing your blade, I would suggest to remove your hand from the hilt. Unless you're planning on attempting to rob me."

*As he spoke his tone never changed, seeming to indicate this is how we always act and sound. Thankful for her though the magic that was coursing through his fingertips slowly began to disperse. Each of his spells vanished as he would think to himself for a moment. He was attempting to estimate how best to make it to town, and wondering if he should attempt to make the trip alone or with this woman of kin. Both options held benefits and risks, but of course the most beneficial bonus to this was the fact a minor company was close by.

The only thing that made him hesitant was the hunger and wish for blood. He was still not 100% comfortable with the fact he needed to drain the blood of the living. Been doing as best to see that his hunger on a bandit he found roaming the woods.*

"Would you be opposed, if we traveled along the same root together. At least until we reached Dragons Bridge."
Donald
Luhn chuckled slightly, her shoulders broadening in defiance. 

"Oh sure, I will listen to the strange mer that just crawled out of the treeline." She tested. But a moment after she spoke, her hand moved away from the pommel of her sword. She crossed her arms over her chest. A smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. "You are in luck Sera, I am not the brigand type. But I would also hope, that you are not looking to rob *Me*. " 

Luhn's posture relaxed a bit. But her eyes remained intensely on Vallin. No armaments, but that left the possibility of magic. If she kept close enough it would be safer if he attempted anything. Range was a mage's bread and butter. He seemed, uncomfortable. She couldn't pinpoint exactly why, perhaps an illness. Or maybe this mer had gotten drunk and wondered off the night before, that would explain his state. Alas, not exactly her problem. She motioned down to the road, towards where Dragons Bridge would be.

"I wouldn't be opposed. Could use some idle chatter, and perhaps someone to watch my back during the journey. But, we best be going. At a casual pace we should reach the gates by late afternoon. So long as we do not get attacked." Luhn stood still, waiting for him to join her along the rocky path.
Matthew
"Do not mistake me for a lowlife briggin that is attempting to murder the first person I see to take what they have. The only creatures I kill without mercy are that of the vampire and their thrall slaves."

*He was insulted that she would ever think he would stoop so low as robbery, a lot of things insulted him really. The minor fault of a privilege to life of nobility for much of his younger childhood. But regardless, with her hand away from her blade, he didn't need to worry about the woman moving to end him too quickly.

He would also waste no time in moving to follow the path with her, taking strides to move along as he was at least pleased to know the sun might fall by the time they reached Dragons Bridge.*

"Before we travel too far on this road, introductions are in order. My name is Vallin Drax Derolo Morconvector, I hail from house Morconvector, third born of my name. You are."

*His words came out with a slight bit of pride to them, as the man and his house came from the Province of Morrowind. If she knew anything about the political structure, she might have heard of the house. Mostly a group of well established mages and artifact researchers that happened to be connected to one of the great houses.*
Donald
Luhn raised her eyebrows as she watched Vallin take offense to her comment. This one was proud, like the merchants she worked with in Hammerfell. She shook her head. 

"My apologies sera, I meant no offense." She casually apologized, watching him make his way down to the road. A vampire hunter? Curious garb, and no visible weapons. Not what she would assume a vampire hunter would wear. Luhn knew very little about dealing with undead. Fire burned them, and decapitation would still them, but beyond that she knew all of nothing. Luhn's expertise was in the living. She swiveled her head towards him as he went about his introduction. The name of his house not ringing any bells. 

"House Morconvector? Never heard of that one." She gave him another look up and down. If there were any house seals, she would not recognize them. She shook her head, remembering her manners. 

"Sorry. I am Luhn Hleri. Not from Morrowind, but my father is Redoran. If that matters." She shrugged and nodded her head politely towards him. "So, vampires. You a hunter?"
Matthew
". . . You are forgiven for now then. My appearance could have been rather. . . Suspicious from slipping out of the shadows."

*He had enough common sense to confirm that, but it still doesn't truly forgive the fact she would try and place him under suspicion of banditry.

He mostly kept his gaze forward as he didn't pay too much attention to the woman for a moment. A fact that quickly changed when she mentioned her father was from the great house Redoran. His eyes soon landing back on her, as he raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. 

Seeing on how she wore the garbs of some type of wanderer he didn't expect her to come from a great family line. His eyes now look her over in a slightly different light before nodding his head.*

"A pleasure then Miss Hleri, I am no true hunter. But at the time of now, I am seeking the removal of a vampire clan that slithered its way out to this land."
Donald
"Miss Hleri. How formal." Luhn shook her head slightly as she walked. Her experience with noble dunmer was limited. In fact this was probably the second one she had ever encountered. His mannerisms were familiar, she supposed nobles across Tamriel were alike, in some way or another. "Well, it is good to meet you, Vallin." She scanned the horizon as the road took a dip, making sure the forest along the edges of the path were clear. 

"Slithered?" Luhn frowned at the implication of the other mer's words. "How long have you been chasing this clan? This part of Skyrim is weeks from the Velothi mountains." She recalled her own journey. From the ice-capped Jeralls down through the Rift and into Eastermarch. That short sprint took about two weeks. The boat from Windhelm to Solitude was blissfully shorter, but still lasted several days. 

"Must have it out for them. I don't judge of course, they pose an existential threat. Perhaps maybe you can enlist some aid from the Dawnguard, now that you are here in Skyrim. If I remember correctly they have a couple outposts scattered about the wilds." Luhn thought back to a conversation she had with a couple Dawnguard hunters. It was back when she was in Riften, A riveting conversation over some drink.