Kent
*It was around early in the afternoon, a cluster of dark clouds having rested over Riften and begun to assault it with a torrent of rain. Within the Bee and Barb, however, the sounds were muffled for those who sought shelter, recreation or simply a stiff drink. There were a few patrons of varying races around the tavern, with the innkeeper busy tending to the counter and to those who ordered drinks. One of those orders was from a traveler of sorts, sitting at the bar and sliding over a small handful of coins. In response, the innkeeper produced a bottle of Black-Briar mead and handed it to them.*
Robert
*The silver-haired Khajiit nodded as thanks, extending a sharp claw from one of his digits. He pierced it into the cork of the bottle, pulling it out quite sharply and setting it down as he took a swig. He was dressed in fairly fine looking travel clothes, but it was apparent he wasn't defenseless- a pair of moonstone bracers and boots, as well as the glint of a moonstone cuirass under his red coat.*
Tam
The door slams open, a disgusted noise comes from the doorway, as a most unfortunate Khajiit enters. He shakes his head, flinging a bit of rainwater everywhere as he steps in. "Blegh." He utters in disgust, the water that drips off of him is almost black in color, as if he's covered in a layer of soot. "If khajiit knew it would rain this much he would have brung a parasol." He says, sitting down that the bar, "This one fears no amount of brushing will fix his fur."
Robert
*The silver Khajiit seemed curious, and he smiled at the stranger's entrance.*

"These lands are quite wet compared to Elsweyr, friend. But ah, it is good to see another Khajiit in this frigid province. Greetings to you."
Tam
"*Rajhin kodesh!*" He exclaims in surprise, not noticing the other Khajiit, after he recovers from the surprise he speaks, "*Dras'kay*," He greets, "*Urada*, you caught this one by surprise."
Robert
"*Dov mok*. Most in this land only know the Khajiiti from the caravans, this one understands. But it brings great joy to know that Khajiit is not alone. I am Sejdah."
Tam
He gives a slight laugh, "It just turns out khajiit is from one of those caravans. This one's name is Dar'Rakhhi. And Dar'Rakhhi is a Baandari Pedlar, this one's family is camped out in the forest near here."
Robert
"Ah, Khajiit has not seen the litter of *Baan Dar* In many a year. Sejdah is a sea captain, and he has sailed for many years to many shores. I have traveled from Senchal to Blacklight, and from Daggerfall to Lilmoth, and everywhere in between. But as treacherous as the sea is, it is a home far away from home."
Tam
"Skyrim is far away, as well. This one assumes you are a *Marrenrij* Then? You do not look like a military sailor."