Minerva
*The fires extinguished and tents packed up, Maeve once more hit the road towards Riften. It had been two weeks since her journey had begun and if she hadnt been to far to return she probably would give up. What was she even doing this for? A man who barely cared for her? A father who hadnt given word, even when her own mother was killed? To shove her boot up his ass, thats why she was going. And maybe she could settle in riften for a while. She had heard shady practices were common there*
Linda
*An odd scene was unfolding just off the road. An Argonian and a Dunmer. They were sitting next to each other on a log, facing separate directions, yet speaking. Though it was more like they were pretending not to be speaking to the other. The Dunmer handed the argonian a box, which she swiftly placed in a bag before standing and going to the Road. Strange.*
Minerva
*She was intrigued. As one of the few practitioners of hedge magic she was infatuated with the unknown- but she was wiser than to ask. Keeping a healthy distance she eyed the argonian for any signs of allegiance, or other telltales that would show profession or residence*
Linda
*She wore a soot-stained apron. She was a Smith. But a smith wouldn't leave the city to make a transaction. Or keep whatever they did acquire so under wraps. Her tail was disproportionately large, some would say fat. She was looking around nervously, before realizing there was someone behind her. Now she looked scared.*
Minerva
*She took notice and raised her hands defensively. Humans and animals arent as different as they like to believe- and a cornered animal will fight.* „I mean no harm!"
Linda
*She turned back and drew a dagger, hissing at her.*

"No, you're one of hers! Sent by her... You caught me then... G-go ahead!"

*Despite all of her agression she didn't seem very intimidating. A bit too short for that.*
Minerva
*One hand closed around her glaive as she approached slowly. Carefully.* „Calm down. I adhere to no ones will but my own" *She assured* „Put down the dagger and lets talk- maybe I can help you."
Linda
*She slowly put it back onto her hip next to her smithing hammer.*

"Then why are you so... Erm... Suspicious? Following from a distance like that."

*She was still in a "Ready" Stance. Wasn't entirely trusting of her.*
Minerva
„Youre not exactly the norm either. I mean hell what did that guy give you that is worth so much that you reach for your knife? Who is this her you spoke of? I knew asking wasnt going to make you open up so I chose to observe"
Linda
"Why do you care? She's some dunmer noble... Used to keep slaves a few hundred years ago... He's one of her workers. It's too much to tell you what it is!"
Minerva
„Slaves huh? She sounds unbearable." *She said trying to fond mutual ground to establish trust* „No wonder he stole from her- thats what this is right? A handout amongst thieves?"
Linda
"It was a request.. I... A fixer... I guess is what i am. I had the request and found the right thief, someone on the inside. A member of House Sadras requested it.."

*She eased up.*

"A diamond amulet with a Heartstone in it. It would... Eh... Be impossible to sell... Too flashy."