Ruth
Isha let out a small chuckle.

"A few, they are more dangerous and much larger in Skyrim than they are in Cyrodiil. But they are a common problem for Nords since Honey seems to be a popular product here." She told him about her time hunting bears.

"What about you? You are far from your homeland Khajiit, or are you from somewhere else?" She asked, stepping inside the inn so they wouldn't be talking out on a porch. Looking more forward towards the warmth of the inn.
Austin
*Setting his bow down next, sighing at her speaking*

**"You from Cyrodiil? Sharjo never been deep inside the province... I am far, the beautiful Rimmen City was my home. But is this one from Cyrodiil?"**

*Sharjo asked more questions, more or less intrigued on her hunting and such that weren't Khajiit caravans*
Ruth
Isha nodded.

"Born and raised, it is a very beautiful providence, even with the scars of the Great War." She smiled.

"I explored around a bit, and found my peace here. Even getting close with a Nord whos around these parts. Native and all... I worry for him. Haven't seen him for a while or heard of him. But I'm sure he's out wrestling a giant or something stupid..." She laughed a bit, one with a bit of worry but as well as relief.

"So what brings you to a village like here?" She asked him.
Austin
*Sharjo gave a nod of understanding, stroking his goatee fur*

**"Im sure a nord like that will live, unless Sharjo thinks your worrying may want you to go search.."**

*Squinting at her for afew seconds before clearing his throat. Leaning back, giving Mavoska a head scratch*

**"Same as you. Sharjo intends to sell these pelts, get thin to go hunt bigger game."**