Khajier walked along the treeline fifteen-feet away from the dirt road, staying out of sight while he licked at his right paw. He was cleaning himself of the deer blood he had on his furry paw. He stopped and ducked down next when he heard two unfamiliar voices coming his way. From the sounds of it as his upright pointed ears heard, they sounded like Nords or maybe Bosmer. He didn't know for sure since it has been a month or two when he was last around either kind and he was happy for that.<br/><br/>Blending into the mountainous terrain okay, Khajier watched from behind two tall boulders as two males walked along the only real road away from Helgen. They wore Imperial armor and carried associated swords and from the looks of them they appeared to be Cyrodiilic. When he watched where they were heading he smiled, his round-balled tail flicking behind him. "They are patrolling. What a coincidence."<br/><br/>Crouching down onto all fours he stalked through what few trees there were like he was hunting for a meal. The closer he got to Helgen the slower he moved, laying low as he saw caravans but not just any traveler caravans, no. Khajier saw these were Imperial caravans and they were well-guarded outside the gates of Helgen. This made him lower his head in dismay.<br/><br/>"Khajier suddenly feels alienated." He said to himself reaching at his sides, checking for the Ebony dagger he carried on his right hip and the steel dagger that he borrowed from a dead Nord back in the mountains of Markarth. He recalled the poor man had his heart ripped from his chest and an arm contorted in a way that nobody's arm should ever be able to achieve. He could say a Hagraven was behind it or even a Vampire. Both did unholy, indescribable things with organs and sacrifices, he knew this from the one vampire he had ever killed with his bare hands three months prior to his arriving in Helgen now.<br/><br/>"Khajier has decided to wait in the safety of these mountains until they leave." He said to himself crouching down low in his cloth attire which was brown and burgundy. He wore only pants and top with a matching hood in which covered his face a good measure so he could keep his eyes slightly hidden unless he tilted his head up just right and had holes cut into it so his ears could fit through without hindering his hearing and keep the hood on too.<br/><br/>Even though food, drink, shelter, and a warm, comfy bed did sound amazing to him Khajier knew that there were probably Argonians residing within those walls and the last thing he wanted was a bloodbath, or at least venom spewing. That is why he decided to wait a bit first and while he did that he pulled out something from his pocket. It was a single piece of parchment with a note written on it that was for his father, Jir'lazo, from a person by the name of<em>Blind-Eye</em>. After reading it for the hundredth time it felt like Khajier rolled it back up and tied the ribbon around it then pocketed it once again and peeked out from around the rock he was hiding behind. He wondered if this Blind-Eye was somewhere within those walls or not. If not, maybe somebody knew how he could find the man.