April
Sildania splashed his hands around in the cold water, mumbling to himself in boredom. He promised himself that "*Today was the day*" That he would finally introduce himself to the people in Morthal. But he couldn't get his dumb legs to move and it was extremely frustrating to him. He wanted to be someone people wanted to meet, but here he was. Hiding away in swampy muck and dirty water. 

He sighed and looked out at the town, begging himself to just *Move*. He wanted to meet people but he was just so scared. Why was he so darn scared?
Anne
Trudging through the snow and slush was a man covered pretty much head to toe in furs and thick clothing, his head completely covered by a fur hat, cloth mask, and goggles. One wouldn't even be able to tell if he was alive through all the clothing. He's muttering under his breath in a foreign language, the language of the Maormer, to be specific "*Damned cold, damned ice, damned Skyrim.*"
April
Sildania continued to splash his hand, his ears quickly perking up as he heard a loud step. He stopped his movement, whipping his head around to look for the source of the noise.

"Mud crab?" He asked himself out loud, standing up fully and looking every direction to find the sound of the loud crunches.
Anne
He isn't hard to spot, his clothing containing rather bright colors, light glints off his goggles, "I'm a bit big to be a mudcrab." He responds, "You don't look like a local."
April
He squeaked in fear and ran behind a tree, hoping the man hadn't seen him (he's not *That* Smart). He hadn't even seen the man! How did he miss him? Maybe the man was a local who had heard stories of him and came to end him once and for all. Maybe he was being arrested for being a menace to the public. Sildania tried to keep quiet, struggling to keep his panic in check.
Anne
"You're a skittish fella, arentcha." He says, moving closer to Sildania, "I'm not going to chase you. Not really worth the effort." His voice isn't very emotive, to be honest it'd be unsettling to most, especially paired with the fact most of him is covered
April
He peeked out from behind the tree at hearing the calm voice, relieved this person didn't seem upset. His grey eyes were wide and curious as he stared, wondering who this frighteningly dressed figure. "He... Llo," He called out, quietly.
Anne
Getting a better look at the individual, he starts piecing things together, "Bluish skin, foreign appearance, general fear... And relatively unfamiliar with Tamrielic..." He says, then, in a very natural voice speaks in the Maormer tongue, "*Hello.*" He says as a greeting, "*Suppose you're Pyandonean such as myself?*" He pulls the cloth mask down and moves his goggles up atop his hat, revealing his face, very clearly a Maormer
April
Sildania let out a squeal of excitement and quickly bounded over to the other Maormer, grinning widely. "*Hello! Hi! My name's Sildania! What's yours? Have you lived here long? Hi!*" He quickly spoke, clearly overjoyed to be talking to someone, let alone talking in his native language.