Margaret
He didn't exactly like this part of the job, hunting down vampires with the gift he received from the companions?, that he honestly loved doing.

Drinking mead with his friends at the fort and telling stories of their hunts?, that he loved doing too.

But walking around Riften, on watch for any potential vampires that might be getting a little too close to the fort was not something he was fond of, finding the task boring, though necessary.


So that is what he was doing, walking around in his dawnguard heavy armor, holding the silver warhammer in his right hand as he walked.
Karen
*He was done with Rifton. This town was just the worst. Nothing to do besides getting drunk or robbed... And maybe depressed? 

He had no idea of the surrounding area, which did not stop him from just exiting the city through one of the gates and getting outside.

Something he actually admired about the Rift was the nature around it's capital. Like a shield created to hold the stinking flavor of Rifton at bay...

He wandered on the path the decided to take (though he had no idea which one that was...), with nothing more then his belongings being stored in his bag, his tool bag hanging on his waist, together with his steel axes.

How long might it be until the next time the moon might call? He had to be careful... And then he saw someone in the distance, walking in his direction.*
Margaret
Soon he picked a familiar scent, approaching was someone who was not so familiar, this was the same smell he always caught on Aela and the other companions blessed by Hircine with the beast blood but he did not look like someone that was part of the group.


But nontheless he did not change his path, instead walking to meet the man as he took off his helmet with his free left hand, revealing a nord with blue eyes, long braided blonde hair and a beard, clearly a man who has seen his fair share of battles.

He rested his silver warhammer on his shoulder to make himself less threatening,"Greetings traveler, i don't think i have seen you around these parts before." He stated, this would make for a good opportunity.
Karen
*At first he thought the Nord was talking to someone else, so it took him to process that he was actually talking to him.*

The Dunmer's glance of surprise changed into a soft smile as he gave back the greeting, shaking the Nords hand.
The expression wouldn't really fit with his looks... The scar on his left cheek, the used yet still usable red shirt and the imposing statue, for being a normally smaller Dunmer.

"Greetings! Uhm... I'm quite new to this region, so to speak." The crimson eyes gave an asking look towards the Nord. 
"Are you part of the City guards? This is an impressive piece of armor, if I'm allowed to comment on it."

*There was something about him... Something familiar. But he was not able to put a finger on it...*