Louise
The Spite docks, a decent sized Fluyt ship, the sails donning the symbol of an alembic, a symbol long associated with Clan Direnni. The ship, for a moment, has a full crew, but they all seem to vanish in an instant. A glowing being in armor sweeps ash into bottles, an Altmer touches ground, being followed by a personal guard.
Aaron
*A caravan was waiting just outside of town. There was an Orc on the docks. An old orc with his Echatere. He was awaiting a ship, and had almost thought Palomir's was the one, but then he felt foolish realizing it wasn't.*
Louise
"Clank! Keep guard!" He orders the armor, blue-purple flames glow where its body should be. He speaks to his bodyguard "Now where's that insane museum, I'm sure I can make a good deal with that loon. No I'm not saying that worshipping daedra makes them insane, by Oblivion it's *Mehrunes Dagon*. Sure he could just be representing his heritage with the Mythic Dawn, but even advertising that cult is equal to worshipping Dagon."
Aaron
"Oh, that. Its just by the water over there."

*He pointed across the water, with his right hand, his left was scratching the forehead of the Echatere. He sounded rather defined despite his looks.*

"I don't believe a word of it... Especially that "Mysterium Xarxes" He has. I'm surprised the Vigil hasn't burned the place to the ground."
Louise
"Thank you, good sir." He says with a bow, "I'll go there in a bit. One of my servants is doing inventory, hopefully I can get the fool to buy some stock I got, alchemical goods from the Deadlands. He'd probably kill himself by trying to smell a spiddal stick." He says with a laugh, "Who might you be, then? What brings you to this quaint city?"
Aaron
*He pointed out to sea. Quite a large ship, and it's auxiliary was coming inland.*

"Waiting on a shipment. I am Gorath Gro-Korith."

*The Echatere grunted.*

"This is Akan. We travel a Caravan route."

*He kept it simple because the auxiliary was coming into port. It was an inverted silt strider shell, with seemingly no means of propulsion. It was loaded with barrels under a red cloth with the Telvanni crest on it, and it was Piloted by a dark seducer at the front.*
Felix
*It docked. The seducer disappeared and from the back of the ship under the cloth came three people. An argonian, an orc, and a Dunmer. The dunmer clearly held authority.*

"I know it's been a while coming from Alinor, unload the rest of these and we'll anchor for some rest. Gorath, is your Caravan ready?"

*She hadn't noticed Palomir.*
Louise
"Pleasure to make your acquaintence, Gorath," He says, "An Echatere? Long way from Wrothgar, is it not?" He asks, partially a joking statement, He watches the dunmer step off the ship, "Alinor? How'd you manage that? Last I checked those zealots don't allow anyone but Altmer there." He says, the word zealot carrying a tone of disgust, "I don't even think they let their own allies in anymore."
Aaron
"They're well suited to Skyrim, Akan has been with me for ages, since I've been doing routes from Daggerfall to Anvil."

*He looked to Venasu.*

"Yes, Venasu. We have enough space for... Uhh... 2 more runs from the Auxiliary."

*The Argonian and Orc began their work unloading from the Silt Strider ship.*
Felix
"Good, very good."

*She turned to Palomir. The first thing that would strike him was her eyes.*

"They must trade somehow, they show some degree of respect for us Telvanni, enough to allow us to port to deal with some of the less... Supremacist. I take it you aren't too fond of the dominion, hm?"
Louise
"So are the rumors of the 'Shaggy Giant Centipedes' real? I remember reading about them in one of the Empire's pocket guides." He asks Gorath, "And do you have any snow truffles, I've been meaning get some."

Looking back at Venasu, "No, not really." He says with a smirk, "They deemed me 'unclean' and 'impure' and killed my family, along with a good portion of Clan Direnni." He does a formal bow, "Palomir Direnni, at your service." He definitely *Noticed* The eyes on Venasu, but as of right now doesn't say anything. Palomir's clothing is very... Out of place, for a locale such as Dawnstar. The edges of his robe have ash on them, likely from a magical source
Aaron
"I suppose you could call them that..."

*He half chuckled. He reached into his pocket.*

"One of the pack ones is good at sniffing them out. Here. Take 'em."

*He reached his hand out.*
Felix
"Typical of them... I only *Tolerate* Them... And only certain ones. I refuse to speak to any of those thalmor... A Mute spell quiets them down."

*She smiled, before standing in a formal pose with her hands behind her back.*

"Mistress Venasu Telvanni, Councilor of House Telvanni."

*That was as simple as her title could be.*

"I suppose we share a bit, in that outlier sense. Most of the council wants me dead. Or gone."
Louise
He gladly takes a few snow truffles, placing them in a pouch and fastening it to his belt, "Why thank you, that is twice now you've done me a favor, I'm certain I must owe you by now." He says with a chuckle

"When does the Telvanni Council not want one another dead?" He asks with a chuckle, "I spent a bit of time in Morrowind, got a few trade agreements worked out. I think I even have one worked out with the Telvanni, selling them goods that require confidentiality, I'm afraid." He says, taking a journal out of his pocket, the book practically reeks with magic, "Yes, sold some goods to a Councillor, as well as to a... Master Neloth."
Felix
"Neloth... He was on the council while I was an apprentice under Aryon. I was never fond of him..."

*Gorath was beginning to guide the Echatere out to the caravan. He was old, but loyal, but it was clear it was struggling with the weight of the cargo.*

"You would think they might appreciate someone young on the council... But at 233 I'm an over ambitious brat, they think my Mouth is some sort of joke... Being an argonian. There are still some old minds leading our house. Something that should change."
Louise
"Somehow I find myself unsurprised that the Telvanni Council is allergic to change." He says with a laugh, "So what has a Councilwoman of House Telvanni working with an orc caravan, I wonder." He says, "An orc caravan far from the homeland, I'll add. Why, I'd start to think it was some sort of political power play." He says with a laugh
Felix
"No, it was merely circumstance. We met in Sentinel before I had joined the council. I would sell to him, though now I have him solely in Skyrim. You've seen the soldiers. War brings demand. I have the supply. The Stormcloaks have fewer port regulations, though. There would be *Paperwork* If we were in Solitude."

*There seemed to be something... Unforeseen on the boat. A creature. It poked its tail out just a moment. Venasu hadn't noticed.*
Louise
"I tend to avoid Imperial controlled cities when I can. I doubt they'd like how I'm tipping the scales." He says with a chuckle, "It's a bit of a grudge on my part. If they didn't sign that horrid concordat then the Thalmor wouldn't have gotten away with what they did to Balfiera." He says, then points to her boat, "I think one of your creatures is trying to get loose, I saw its tail poke out."
Felix
"They're a lesser evil to me."

*She heard his words about the creature. The Vvardvarks... She can't let them get out. Just two could turn into hundreds. She jumped on and picked it up, scratching its head.*

"He wasn't even supposed to be on that boat at all... They're enclosed on the other side of... I don't want to think about it. They are the cutest invasive species on this continent, though."