Rebecca
The odd dremora can be seen sitting at the shores of Haafingar, simply relaxing on a cold day, the salty smell of the ocean filling the air, he can be seen playing with a rat of some sort, though from a distance it's hard to tell what sort
Roderick
*Maeve traveled through the nearby forest heading for the same shore. Since the air was not as freezing cold as usual she wanted to bathe and perhaps catch a few fish. She hummed along to a song she had picked up from one of the bards back in solitude. She had enjoyed their company. They always sung loudly in the tavern especially the drunkards from the bards college. It cheered her up and she planned to return there. She made her way out of the thicket and onto the stones that marked the border between the forest and the shore. She was surprised as she spotted the far off figure. She had expected to be alone and to encounter someone else in this wilderness was beyond unusual. She shrugged it off and approached the figure still humming while doing so. She stopped when the figures features became more distinct. She had never seen a dremora before. Was this perhaps some sort of odd elf? Regardless of the answer curiosity got the better of her and she walked up to the man offering a handshake.*
Rebecca
He stands up, tilting his head as the nord woman approached him, *That's odd*, he mouthed to himself, as the woman could see more an more details she'd notice the horns, first off, a rare sight on any elf, except maybe a Bosmer, but they have antlers, and these are horns, and secondly his face paint. Although he could easily be mistaken for a Dunmer, the finer details of his appearance would tip any mage off as to what his true nature is. Although he does lack the telltale suit of black and red Daedric armor, only having a few pieces instead of the full suit.

"Can I help you, *Mortal*?", he says, his voice having the demonic tone to it that all Dremora do, though his voice isn't as deep, he stares at her hand as she extends it, now that they're face to face the rat is more clear, it's a Daedrat, looking like a normal rat but with what looks like bony armor. 

Zethizz speaks up again, "Are you here for a *Blessing*?" He asks, there's an odd emphasis on the word, routing a layer of suspicion as to what the 'blessing' is
Roderick
„As if you were a divine in disguise." *She retracted her hand and dropped into a cross legged sitting position. She tilted her head* „What even are you? Some kind of elf? A weird Bosmer?" *She said squinting as if it would make it cleared what exactly this strange man was* „Are you feeling sick? Whats that facepaint for?" *She asks basically bombarding him with questions*