Lila
*Latkir continues on his path back to windhelm, deep in thought as he walks along the trail before coming across several hot springs, he stops and looks over at them admiring them*
Susan
*A moderately tall, thin cloaked figure. Something resembling a cowboy hat was dangling from a giant backpack. The way he walked... He was a khajiit. Not one of the ones with the more human legs.*
Lila
*Latkir glances over to the figure as he stands overlooking the hot springs and a giant with its mammoths in the far distance, he then turns to the approaching man and greats him in a friendly yet sluggish manor due to his hangover*"Hello there."
Susan
"Hm? Oh! I did not see you!"
*He removed his bag and bowed to Latkir, presumably as a sign of respect.*
"It is rare this one see's another on his travels through this place."
*He was clearly shivering under his cloak. His bag was gigantic too. And his voice, it had the khajiiti accent but it was incredibly deep and far too accentuated.*
Lisa
"By the divines man your shivering, get in the hot spring if your that cold."*Latkir says as he looks at the odd khajiit*"Yea it is rare for me to see anyone on this path as well."
Susan
"Hm? It is only superficial. Khajiit does not care, he has no reason to. But you, you look tired, hm? Perhaps a rest may do us both well?"
*He was rather... Verbose. And now that his bag was off his back it looked filled to the brim with valuable treasures. An ebony warhammer was mounted on the side, and some sort of spear, an odd one next to a destruction staff on the other.*
Lila
"Be careful with that spear, I'm sure you know but for whatever reason a lot of places here have banned them."*Latkir says before looking over*"You may be right, been a long journey and this cursed hangover isn't helping much."
Susan
"Hassraska appreciates such hospitality from others."
*He sat next to the spring removing his tent from his bag. It was getting late... Ish. Springs were hot enough not to warrant a campfire.*
"The spear is supposed to be very special... The Milk Taker! That is what the man who this one took it from called it."
*It was a counterfeit, it wasn't obvious though. Not at all. Looked just like Molag Bal's penis.*
Lila
"Interesting... The Milk Taker... What type of name is that?"*Latkir asks curiously as he places his bag on the ground and rolls his bedroll out and sits down*
Susan
"It was a man named Vivec's... The man Hassraska got it from say's it is a piece of Molag Bal, Khajiit is not so sure... I merely carry it."
*He pulled his hood doen and now it was clear he was odd... He didn't have any hair. It was kind of nasty looking...*
Lila
*Latkir looks over and as he sees the unhooked khajiit he has an expression of disgust but shakes his head slightly and laughs*"Oh really, how did you take Vivec's spear, you do realizing you are saying you took someone who was revered as a gods spear right, could get you into a lot of trouble if that information got into the wrong hands, a lot of dunm-My kind would be after you."
Susan
"Khajiit merely holds it, a child of Alkosh does not sit on the ruby throne, yet nobody complains? It seems hypocritical."
*He reaches into his pack and removed a loaf of bread.*
"It is as hard as a rock... It's so cold."
Lila
"Hmm, your right I don't care anyways."*Latkir tilts his head seeing the rock hard bread and stands up walking over to him as he prepares a fire spell and sits down holding the flame in his hand*"Here warm it up, or if you prefer give me one of those trinkets and I could give you some of my food, it's mostly dried venison."