The exchanged words between Ani, Marven and the Argonian Bard Ilya caught Tanesha's interest and she pulled herself up onto a wall to sit on it. She swung her legs slowly as they spoke, ignoring the new comer for a moment while she digested the information brought before her. Those than blundered and bustered around without listening often wound up dead. To listen, to see, to smell and taste. These things kept you alive for longer than your due expiry date. Information was a warrior's weapon besides their blade. Thus she hinged on every spoken world before she opened her own mouth to speak. After all two ears and one mouth obviously meant you had to listen more than you spoke.<br/><br/>"What is a...Dwemer?" she asked the group with an embarrassed shuffle. No such thing existed in her lands. Nor had they ever been mentioned. Being a stranger to the land of Skyrim she figured it would pay to drain as much information from her new companions as they were willing to give. "Something old no doubt since you said 'ruins'. And why the Jarl would control them is beyond me. Unless of course it is because they are merely on his lands?" She pushed herself off of the wall and smiled at Ilya. "But since you need an escort what they are is of little consequence. Of course any information you have would be valuable to me. I don't like not knowing about the places I'm venturing in."<br/><br/>Tanesha smiled brightly before looking towards the new man who now had her attention. "I think my young friend and my fellow huntress are right." she said, meaning Marven and Ani respectively. "It's rather odd someone would just come up to people and ask to...mend swords...or make them." she mused before turning to Ani. "Should we see the Jarl about the ruins?"