Irene
**Just Varis. Good. Talia was going to have her hands full of official nobility anyway. Even if he acted like one, at least it was only in cultural title.**

*She felt his eyes on her. It wasn't a lustful gaze, of that, she was sure. She had felt the eyes of other high-ranking officers in her homeland as they came to her father's home. Came to discuss business, only to inquire about their host's nearly-of-age daughter. Instead... This was a look of study.*

"So you want to set up here, in Skyrim's capital? I can see the appeal, but you may have better luck as a merchant in Whiterun." *Talia suggests as she grabs her dress, lifting it up as she climbs the first of the few steps leading out of the docks.* "All roads in Skyrim pass through Whiterun eventually. You probably would have better luck finding what you are looking for there."

*As they reach the top of the steps, Talia lets go of her dress, but before she can speak again, her attention is drawn to the sound of music and people clapping.*
Wm
*A beautiful woman with Raven hair and a green dress stands atop a makeshift stage of crates. She dances and sings a story as another man in the orange uniform of the Bard's College plays an instrument to her tail. Quite a large crowd of dockworkers, children, and other city residents are gathered around. They clap and dance along as the woman sings. With her final note, a dramatic four-beat cadence finishes and the crowd vigorously applauds, tossing coins into a bag set in front of the crates. The woman bows, and curtsies before allowing her accompanist to bow as well.*
Irene
*Talia feels herself being led along by the two Dunmer, but that same smirk from earlier creeps onto her face.* "It seems you have understated the Bards College's impact on the land, Just Varis," *She remarks.*

*Waving her hand to dismiss the spectacle, she continues to follow.* "As for me, there are not many Redguard people in this land. The few I have met have greeted me with the kinship that comes from being different in a strange land. There is an understanding there not easily gleaned by the Nordic people. Still, I have never been treated with disdain or hostility based upon such fleeting features by them. The Nords are proud and stubborn, but they are loyal and truthful, in my limited experience thus far into my stay."

*She looks up at Varis again before looking about the streets they now walked.* "Where are we going, anyhow? I did not realize you had booked a city-wide tour. Otherwise I would have offered to pay for our guide's services."
Ray
A smirk formed as she commented that he ought to go elsewhere for business. The City of Whiterun. 

"Perhaps, if I wanted to sit behind a stall all day in the sweltering sun of a backwater environ designed for the stench of horses. Such beasts are for consuming, not riding." Varis rolled his eyes and shook his head as he continued. His eyes glanced toward the performance, and his eyebrows furrowed a tad. "Hm. Impact? I do not underestimate that the people of this land enjoy half-rate performances. Their collection is equally inferior."

The Telvanni Spellwright listened as she dismissed the spectacle and continued. His eyebrow rose as she explained the role of the Redguards within the land. He gleaned that it was relatively simple to move between the realms of man, as a man. Varis nodded as she explained how the Nords treated her, and he placed an index finger to his chin as he considered a few things. 

The people of this land valued loyalty and honesty, but are proud and stubborn. Simple. The tactics, then, must be similar to what was required in Port Telvannis. One must convince these people that it was their idea to do something you want them to do. Stubbornness, pride, all facets of arrogance that could be manipulated and twisted. Varis' father and mother had been exceptional worshippers of Mephala, and the Webspinner's teachings were carried by their son every day. 

"To my abode. Just because I intend to work closely with the docks and the high value traders, do not expect me to sleep near the stench of raw fish. I have rented a suite in the Winking Skeever. Branora?"

"Is my suite furnished and to my liking?"
Sophia
"Erm, according to your specifications, my Lord!" She nodded and continued ahead, the group venturing closer to the gates of the city. Within the first few walls of the city, there were less houses, as the guards patrolled and secured the area between the outside and inside of the city. Though, traders of fine wares and goods still strolled about, monitored by the guards as they patrolled heavily here.
Ray
"And you? Have you found a place to lay your head in this..." He looked around at the stone architecture. "Stone garden?"