Denise
*Daedra... In stark contrast to the divine thoughts of a good meal, the Daedra were despicable beings, though he knew very little of them. Intriguing question for a stranger to ask, though perhaps it had to do with this knight's order, assuming he was a knight. Not too unlike the Vigilant of Stendarr, but from the sounds of it, they were faring somewhat better, at least in comparison to the Skyrim chapter. Perhaps his list of things to do could wait, he didn't mind a conversation, and it was quite nice to see Bretonic knights in this cold land. So, in the middle of his walk, he chose to slow his pace and greet the two.*

"Ah, hello there sir and madame! Sorry if I am interrupting anything, but I couldn't help but overhear that you are part of an order. A valorous knight, then?" *Ronan said, smiling and looking towards Sir Belladabyth.*
Jessica
"That will have to work for now." He says flatly, "Just know that if you're caught making any dealings with Daedra you will be dealt with." He says in a grim tone, "I won't hire you for assassinations, that isn't how we do things. But we need food, and likely leather. You can sell the bones if you want, I'm sure somebody would want it for scrimshaw." It's hard to tell if he was making an attempt at a joke or was actually suggesting to sell the bones.

He looks at the Breton, "There is no valor to be found in war." He says plainly, "But indeed, I am a knight, a Battlelord with the Citadel of Ebonarm. We are dedicated to the god of war, Reymon Ebonarm."
Julia
"Yeah sure... You'll have my head if I have a stick blessed by the daedra. 
" Isha rolled her eyes, she knew how they worked.

"Sounds like a deal, if you mark my map with wherever your base is. I'll be sure to bring plenty of hides and meat. I didn't mean assassinations by the way, I mean like dangerous beasts like Saber Tooths, Trolls, or Giants... Those guys." Isha clarified.