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Luhn quickly turned to glance at the other Dunmer now striding next to her. She gave him a quick up and down, noting his rather regal, disposition. The way he carried himself, the quality of his robes. She thought he gave off a sense of richness, nobility even. The presence of another Dunmer was a comfort, though, not many in Solitude were willing to really interact with her. Luhn slowed her pace, stopping after the two crossed a short length of the Solitude dock.

"Ah, hail bretheren!" She began with a rather chipper tone. A smile overtaking her neutral expression. Her mannerisms were clearly a lot more casual than most. Her speech came out quickly, excited. "Im just out here taking in the sites, doing the ol' adventuring and what not. Odd job here or there. First time in this part of Tamriel actually. Still getting used to the Nords and all their customs." Luhn twisted her head to the side, picking up the sound of an approaching dock hand carrying a heavy basket. She stepped to the side making more room for the man to pass before turning back towards Varis. 

 "Ah, where are my manners." She gave a formal bow, hand resting on the pommel of her blade to steady it. Luhn straightened and quickly motioned to herself. "My name is Luhn Hleri. Honored to meet you Sir...?

She waits to receive an answer, her manner of speech obviously not that of someone who has grown up in Morrowind. In the moment of silence Luhn felt a bit awkward. This man was clearly someone of high standing.
Ray
Varis raised his eyebrow as he heard her speak, and slowed to a stop as she did. He did not tilt his head or provide a look of surprise at her informal expressions and dialect, but he attempted to gauge the placement of the accent. Perhaps she was from Western Morrowind? The Redoran Region was full of adventurers and confident wanderers. Though, it seemed soon into the conversation, she became more formal, more mannered, and bowed before straightening her posture and addressing him. 

Varis held up his chin and said, "Varis Xai'Shen." He examined her garments and observed that some seemed more worn than others, indicating relatively modular set of leather armor. More over, he recognized the style. This was an Ashlander's jerkin, or at least fashioned in the style. "I've only arrived a few days ago, and, I must agree, the Nords and their ways are difficult to get used to. So... Performatively hardy." 

He smirked a little, as he looked around the spring-time for a northern part of the continent. It was cold, on account of the nearby draft coming down the snowy slopes, but it was relatively comfortable. "Such a brutish and headstrong culture, and yet they do not swallow ash in the middle of a sunny day, or have their skin flayed by scorching hot ashlands."

Varis smirked a little as he looked toward her, "Your jerkin, is it of Ashlander make?"
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Luhn nodded as Varis spoke, making note of how refined his cadence was. She wasn't exactly familiar with the cultural ques that came with upper class dunmer, and father never bothered to teach her the customs to deal with high class mer either. She kept her tone casual. 

"Eh, I crossed into Skyrim through the Jerall Mountains. Nearly froze my ass off doing so. Ugh most uncomfortable three days of my life. I guess I can understand where they get it from. That being said I'm not so sure about why they need to flaunt it so much. I swear I spotted a handful of them skinny dipping in some frozen puddle at the top of the mountains. It was such a relief getting down into the Rift." A shiver made it's way up Luhns spine, the memory of the cold replaying itself. She shook her head and reached a hand up, pulling her yellow scarf a bit tighter around her neck. After she glanced down at her Jerkin. 
Answering Varis' question.

"It is actually, I'd tell you tribe who made it but I don't know where it came from. It was given to me by a family member a long while ago. Great piece of equiptment, light, tough, easy to wear in a hot desert." Luhn taps at the chest-piece with her knuckles. As far as older pieces of armor are concerned it is well taken care of. There is wear along the edges, scratches and a couple deeper gashes that had been sewn back together. The slight shine of the leather indicating regular conditioning. Luhn motions back to Varis. 

"And how did you make your way to Skyrim, or really, what for? You wear such fine clothes, are you a merchant, perchance?" Luhn did think him a curious sight. Most of the Dunmer she had met in Skyrim were citizens, some didn't even speak Dunmeris. She wondered if he was some Great House trader, or perhaps a diplomat? She studied his face more, his eyes were unique, to her at least. The facial tattoos seemed to be from some custom she didn't know.
Ray
The Dunmer nodded along, making faces at the thought of a bunch of people skinny dipping in an icy pond. A grueling thought, indeed, especially as he had dipped his toes into the icy waters around the docks they stood on before. A gruesome thing, indeed. He supposed in that case, if someone is able to do that, they might as well be as bodacious as they please. Varis then listened to the explanation for the jerkin, and his eyebrows rose a little. He nodded along, a slight frown forming as she said she did not know what tribe it came from. 

As for Varis' face, the tattoos he wore were of Daedric Script, and if Luhn was familiar with the text, she would note that the tattoos translated to the various parts they were inked into his face, but in the finer details, there were lenghty scriptures that made up the whole of each letter. It was a mesmerizing display to look at, and his purple eyes and undertones certainly helped to solidify his ethereality. If it was not for the inky black hair he had on his face, he likely would have seem far more mystical. But, instead, he definitely fit the bill of a noble magi obsessed with wealth and power.

"Hm. Good eye," He gestured to his spider-silk robes, "I am a Spellwright of House Telvanni. I came from Port Telvannis to open a new business venture here in Skyrim. I aim to improve the trade between Eastern Morrowind and Skyrim, starting with Solitude. I primarily came here to investigate the ancient Nordic Ruins, as there is too little information on these places. For as much as the Nords like to write down their songs, they speak more of battle, rather than architecture, schematics, and logistical drawings. For instance, when I see a Nordic Ruin, I want to know how such a place impacted the local populace over the centuries since the Merethic Era, and how much magic has been soaked into its foundations, from raw belief and practice within its tombs."

Varis whisked his hand dismissively, "So, yes, I am an eclectic scholar-merchant. Though, business is more of a hobby. I am a Theoretical Arcanist by trade. As in, instead of being exceptionally powerful and gifted with magic, I study the formulas and deeper levels of the subject to gain greater understanding. A firebolt can be just as deadly as a firestorm, with the right trajectory and propulsion, and concentration."

His eyebrows rose a little, "Are you familiar with the mystic arts?" It was common for Dunmer adventurers to be spellswords, but, he did not notice any diadems or amulets of power of any kind. Maybe he just had not looked hard enough, but he was intrigued to know her skill/knowledge.
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Luhn listened intently as Varis explained his reasons for being in Skyrim. A Telvanni in this part of Tamriel was interesting. Her own knowledge of the house was minimal at most, despite having blood ties to it. Her father had never gone into depth when it came to the Telvanni, most conversations about them just lead to him complaining them. Luhn nodded along as Varis described his research with the Nordic ruins, she herself hadn't had the chance to see one, and she definitely wished to hear more about them. 

"Familiar? Pshh." Luhn shrugged her shoulders. "I wish, barely can conjure a spark. Let alone hold it for any particular amount of time. My father said I got it from his side of the family, and that we are about as magically inclined as a box of nails." She shifted her pose, putting her hands on her hips. "Though I did spend a good decade of my youth working for a mage in Belkarth. Spent years going through his collection and cataloguing everything for his shop. Learned a lot about enchantments, and magical items from across Tamriel. That being said none of that really translates into actual technical ability."

Luhn tapped the hilt of the her sword, a longsword of mottled steel, wrapped in a weathered and beaten sheath. The peculiar weapon wasn't of Dunmer or Mannish origin, but rather boasted an Altmer design. "Thankfully I'm half decent with a sword, no need for magic here."

 She lapses for a moment "Nordic ruins eh? I can only imagine what goes on in those. I will admit I'm not exactly too learned when it comes to the Skyrim and her history. But I've heard so many stories from the locals about them. Is it true that they're filled to the brim with the undead? I haven't had the time to really crack one open and go exploring." Luhn admitted, her time in Skyrim had mostly been moving between cities, and camping out under the stars. The most advantageous experiences she's had so far; consisted of tracking down some thieves and running from a bear.