I_am_Wake
Legend
Art'ya is a wayward soul; having only known the roads they traveled and only dreamed of the warm sands they speak. They traveled through wartorn lands and arrive now outside Markarth, a city they say built by the Dwarves, entirely of stone.
But Art'ya cannot see the marvels of ancients, for the Nords do not let Khajiit inside their walls.
With her fathers blessing, she wanders now the dangerous Reach in rumor of a Dwarven ruin nearby she can instead explore. Ri'saad has no worries: he knows he cannot keep his daughter chained to the caravan. She has traveled long enough with him to know her way.
But an Orc home blocks the path.
The Orc wants something for entrance to pass. Art'ya knows the true value of barter; to give and exchange. She sought out what they wanted, a simple enchanted pair of gloves behind a waterfall not too far away from where the camp was. Silly Orcs could have got it themselves easily.
Blood-Kin?
For such simple task? The Orcs are more welcoming than the Nords, as they welcome Khajiit in their home.
Tonight it rains, so Art'ya says.
Khajiit explore ruins tomorrow.