Vivian
*It was a fairly cold day out, snow was falling and the sky was draped in clouds, but nothing surprising to the inhabitants of Windhelm. After all, this was northern Skyrim. Within the walls of the city, there stood Candlehearth Hall, the main tavern in the city. And within that tavern was the resounding sounds of conversation and laughter, punctuated by the crackling of a fireplace. Sat around a table on the second floor was a tall Khajiit alongside three others- a Dunmer, an Argonian, and an Orsimer. They were all dressed in the clothes of rugged sailors, with the exception of the Khajiit. He was dressed in a fine red leather coat with black rims over a cuirass of Elven make, and he was also wearing bracers and boots of identical origin. Hanging from either hip was a sword within an ornate leather sheath, the hilts black and gilded. The Khajiit, gray of fur with green eyes, was enjoying a couple bottles of wine with the others around the table, chatting away the cold and generally enjoying himself.*
Luis
S'siri's paws ached as he trudged through the snowy city, the snow slicing his soft paws. His legs began to clamp, giving the Khajiit a headache. He reached the door, clearing his throat expectantly and turning to the man outside the door. "A little help?" He asked the man, his tail flicking in irritation.

"Sure thing," The man replied, standing to open to door for the Khajiit.

"Many thanks," He said, his tone empty. He shook as soon as he got inside, walking up to the counter. "A room, please." The innkeeper nodded, waiting impatiently as the Khajiit counted out ten gold. He offered them to her one by one, slinking up the stairs to warm up by the fire. He stretched as he reached the top, sauntering over to the hearth. His eyes landed on a table of people, his ear flicking slightly. Argonian, Dunmer, Orc—nothing out of the ordinary. His sight narrowed in on the Khajiit. A big one. Cathay-raht by the looks of them. His interest was piqued. He positioned himself, staring subtly at the table of rugged individuals.
Vivian
*The Cathay-raht took a sip of bright red wine from a simple glass, voicing what seemed to be a quick joke to the Argonian, to which the whole table visibly chuckled. He was looking around the tavern at its patrons almost idly, when his eyes came upon the Alfiq, and his face conveyed surprise. The Cathay-raht looked to the rest of the table and said something before standing up, pushing in his chair, and walking over to the Alfiq.*

*Standing closer his size was put into more perspective, about six and a half feet tall and towering over the Alfiq. He simply pulled a chair from one of the nearby tables and rested it beside the hearth, sitting down again. And then he spoke.*

"Interesting... Khajiit has not seen an Alfiq for some time. Tell me *Trevan*, what brings you to Skyrim?"
Luis
S'siri stood as to be polite, having to crane his neck upwards to actually make eye contact. "Yes, not many Alfiq tend to travel from Elsweyr. This one was tired of the life back home. He decided to make new start, to come to Skyrim to get septims. Little did this one know he would regret it in the long run. How about you, hm? Cathay-raht not common in Skyrim, either. What brings you to this dreadfully cold land?" S'siri asked, continuing to look up at the towering figure. "By the way, this one is appreciative you recognized him as Alfiq. It was his fault coming to foreign lands," He added.
Vivian
"Of course, why would a Khajiit not recognize an Alfiq? But regardless, I have come to these cold lands on a business trip with some colleagues. Skyrim is a far cry from warm sands, but it has some unique opportunities for making coin. The war has caused things to change, and I am here to meet that change."

*Extending a furred hand to the Alfiq, the Cathay-raht introduced himself.*

"This one is Sejdah. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Luis
S'siri took placed his small paw into the other's hand, his little thumb-like toe making the handshake a little awkward. "Apologies for the thumb, this one was born with these," He said awkwardly, withdrawing his paw slowly, adding to the awkwardness. "This one is S'siri, he is pleased to meet you as well." He cleared his throat, "It's very *Bold* That you would work with war. This one avoids politics and the like, too messy for his liking. But he commends your courage and bravery greatly."