Jean
*The wind howled, the skies cried. Drops of icy water rained down like arrows from the god above, pelting anyone unfortunate enough to be cught unawares. The sky itself was a sheet of blank grey, clouds covering it almost entirely.*

*But icy rain or not, the inhabitants of Windhelm pursued their day to day activities as normal. A little rain wouldn't hurt their business. They had lives to live, and they could dry off.*

*Not everyone appreciated the freezing weather, however. The person in question was a short statured Argonian, with long robes swept over their standard armor underneath. Cold was never her favorite, and when it was raining, even more so.*

*She hurried along, traipsing on the cold stone steps, passing by the gatehouse guards. Upon noticing her long, scaly tail, they both shot her untrusting looks, but Maesha was too hurried to get to the warmth of the inn to be concerned about such things.*
Desiree
*As the Argonian raced through the gates of the city to find the solace of a tavern or inn, there was only a moment to register what came next. A heavily clothed stranger that had been walking past the gate when Maesha collided into him, knocking both of them off-balance. The stranger let out a grunt as he shuffled on the ground, getting first onto his hands and knees, and then onto his feet as he slowly stood up. A callous voice came from him.*
Alberto
"Watch where you are going... Stranger."
Jean
*The argonian raced through the doors, across the slick stone floor... Only to collide straight into a wall. She stumbled back, her lizardy snout a bit sore from the impact, and her entire body dazed, right before she tripped onto her own robe, and face planted. Talk about pathetic.*

*She lay there for a while, the rain pitter pattering onto the back of her hood, before she slowly got up, and turned to get a glance at whatever new building they were making...*

*Only to find that the 'wall' she slammed into was a whole dude. Her golden eyes widened, and her mouth parted. What a great way to get into a new city! Crashing into a local...*

"I- I am SO sorry. Is... Are you alright?"

*She didn't speak like a typical argonian, due to both her recent years being taught by her second mentor, and the way her first mentor taught her to sound more... Intelligent to the other races.*
Alberto
*The stranger brushed a bit of dirt off his clothes with his hands, and now that there was a moment to look. He was dressed in darkly-colored furs that, in the rain, gave of a slight wet dog smell. From head to toe, he was covered in fur- well suited to the cold, evidently- and as he turned to face the Argonian, his face became visible. There was a little bit of age to his face, but he looked surprisingly healthy overall- light skin, ruddy brown hair trimmed into a stubble and goatee, and a pair of dark brown eyes. He looked as stern as he sounded.*

"I am alright. Are you alright, Saxhleel?"

*Whoever this man was, he at least knew enough about Argonians to know what they called themselves- the Saxhleel, the people of the root.*
Jean
*Thankfully, the man appeared unharmed... Mostly. He appeared much better equipped to face the cold than she was. She shivered just thinking about it. Maybe she should have gotten some fur lining in her armor... Definitely next time.*

"I... I am fine, thank you. I apologize for knocking you down, but I must be on my way." *She politely bowed, then skirted around him, before continuing toward the inn. C-Cold- so cold-*
Alberto
"Do not worry. Just be careful next time."

*The man tilted his head with mild curiosity, looking in the direction that she moved. His gaze moved to the tavern not too far ahead, and he nodded.*

"Heading to Candlehearth Hall, then? Speak with Elda Early-Dawn. She'll set you up with lodgings and food if you've got the coin."
Jean
"I will try-" *She feebly muttered. She put the warning to use immediately, as she stopped right before her foot would have caught on a protruding stone.*

*That... Was close.*

"Y-Yes, thank you, stranger." *She mumbled again. If she could blush (out of embarrassment) she would be doing so at the moment. Alas, her scaly face could not. She made her way towards the building he suggested nonetheless.* 

"Are... You going to be coming inside as well? Its d-dreadfully cold."