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Edwyn worried his tongue, looking at the bow. Perhaps.. Though it would be awfully taught. His bow was longer and stronger in make. There was a good possibility it would snap the first time he tried pulling back on it.
Well
Not like he could go unprotected around here.
"Al-lright… What-t do you wan-nt f-for it?"
"What does Khajiit want for it?" Altai's brow furrowed a tiny bit, one hand going to her chin and her ears pulling back slightly in thought. Well, she hadn't exactly gotten to that point. But more importantly, would he really have something he could offer in trade? The man didn't exactly look like he was carrying all that much on his person. Ah well, better to at least ask rather than assume. "This one supposes a better question would be what you have to offer. Khajiit cannot see into one's pockets, despite what others might have you believe."
Jogging towards her, Ed held out his bow; stopping a few feet away. His breathing was slightly labored from clamoring down the rocks, but it wasn’t anything too bad. He was used to doing such things, after all.
"D-do you hav-ve any bow strings?" he asked, eyeing the Khajiit curiously. It would be in her best interest not to do anything stupid, but Edwyn found himself double-checking that his axes were on him.
"Bowstrings? Ah..." The Khajiit paused to think, one hand going to her chin while the other cupped her elbow. Normally she was not all that inclined to help those who might turn on her the next moment, but all the same it was also not in her nature to deny those that needed help. And it wasn't like she was a Nord or Breton, nor was the Reach or even Skyrim technically her home. And maybe helping this particular one out would grant her a bit of a reprieve from being ambushed along this section of the road. At least for a little while, she could hope.
"This one does not have any loose bowstrings currently, however..." A pause as the Khajiit shifts the pack off her shoulder once again, fiddling with the wrappings for a moment before pulling loose a bow of orcish make. "Khajiit was given this as partial payment for a job. You might be able to take the string from it."
Ed sat silently on an outcropping, bow across his lap. The string had begun loosening too much. Having been an archer his entire life, his arms were well adapted to pulling a heavy string back. When it became too easy—He knew to tighten it.
Lips pursed slightly in concentration, he didn’t notice the Khajiit at first. Not until he accidentally wound the string too tight and felt it snap against his forearm.
It had happened far too many times for him to even flinch. With a sigh, he stood up and looked around. At least he carried waraxes. Otherwise, he’d be completely defenseless.
That was about the time Edwyn noticed the other presence. Were they willing to trade? Beautiful timing. Maybe he wouldn’t kill them and loot their corpse.
"H-hey!" he called, gripping the bow’s frame as he began down the rocks towards her.
Altai had just about turned a corner to head down another section of the road when she suddenly hears a voice calling after her, her ears flicking backward towards the sound before the rest of her frame shifts to do the same. Though once she has she finds her brow furrowing softly at the sight, the Khajiit shifting the pack at her shoulder to free up an arm. It was undoubtedly the same man from before, her nose informed her as such, but it had not informed her that he was a Forsworn. Was this some sort of ambush set-up?
Once again her ears and nose start to sweep the area, her brow furrowing slightly once again when she once again finds it empty. How curious. Though she does find herself relaxing a tiny bit at that information. And besides, if he'd wanted to attack her he would have had ample time to do so already, and very likely wouldn't have called out to her in such a manner if he planned to do so.
All the same though, Altai won't be letting her guard down that much. Would be a stupid thing to do to let it down completely, but she would at least give the man the benefit of the doubt until he proved that she needed to act otherwise. "...This one can assist with something?"
Well now, that was certainly an odd feeling, a quite intense one of being watched that the Khajiit just wasn't able to shake. Indeed, it's after several minutes of Altai being subjected to the feeling that she finally stops in the middle of the path, her ears and eyes roving around the area as she attempts to figure out just who is watching her. "Hello? Can this one be of assistance?" Another pause as she continues to glance about. "Khajiit can not help you if you don't show yourself."
Now let's see... There was the blacksmith that wanted some wolf pets, and the alchemist that was paying good coin for taproots. A slight slight pause in the Khajiit's steps as she thinks, idly tapping on a third outstretched finger on one hand. There was one more, she could have sworn so. It's another moment of thinking before a slight straightening of her form and a slight grin appearing on her features. Ah yes, the bear, how could she have forgotten that nasty thing?
A soft chuckle leaves her lips at the thought of her forgetting such a thing, and Altai turns her attentions back to the road. But when she does so she has to admit she's a bit surprised to find that she is now in fact sharing it. Ah, now this is why her father always warned her about daydreaming while traveling, things did seem to have a tendency to sneak up on you when you did. But the person didn't seem to be too bad of a sort, the Khajiit giving a polite nod of her head in greeting as the pair neared each other.
It's with a slightly lighthearted grin for once that Altai heads through the gates of Riften, a slight bounce to her steps as she sets off down the cobblestone streets. True, she had never exactly been fond of the city, but after how little fuss she had gone through to enter into it the Khajiit couldn't help but be a little happy. Added to that fact that the market was still full of hustle and bustle of vendors and shoppers alike, why, she might actually be able to mark off the entirety of things to do from her checklist for the day.
Indeed, her coin purse has just enough of a bulge to it that she might even treat herself to a bit of mead over at the Bee and Barb this evening. She might even be able to pick up some work while she's there.
Altai is very, very protective of her coin purse. She can stand to lose a few items here and there, because for the most part not only does she not carry many things on her, but they also tend to be things that can be fairly easily replaced. That's not to say she'll take getting robbed lying down, but at the end of the day she considers there to be worse things that could happen.
Gold, however, is the thing that makes the world go 'round as she sees it. And given how hard she works to earn every single piece she has, it's something she will fight tooth and nail to protect from pickpockets and other ne'er-do-wells. And as a result she doesn't keep her coin purse in any particular obvious spot like her waist or boot. Nope, her coin purse sits securely right in a special little pocket under her breastplate.
Allryn paused to check to make sure he was going the right way, barely registering the other person there until she spoke. He turned his head towards her and nodded once. “Azura’s wisdom to you.” He responded in kind. He shoved his hands into his pockets and decided if he wanted to take a long route or a short route to his destination.
There's a soft twitch of the Khajiit's tail, Altai leaning back on her heels a bit and loosely crossing her arms over her chest as the debate continues in her head. She'd yet to pick a direction to head off in herself, as it were, but given the lightness of her coin purse and the continued passage of the day it would probably be better to hurry up and decide. However... A quick flick of her gaze in the other's direction. Altai supposed it couldn't hurt to ask, at least.
"I don't suppose it would be too forward of this one to ask if you knew of any work in these parts, would it?" She carefully starts, keeping one eye on the mer to watch for his reaction.
At times, Altai was very, very thankful to have been born a Khajiit, and this was most certainly one of those times. She was never all that fond of traveling through the Reach, too many places for things to hide behind steep outcroppings of rock and jump out at her. Though thankfully enough for Altai her nose and ears usually gave her enough warning to something skulking about.
And this was certainly one of those times, the Khajiit's nose picking up the scent of the man long before her eyes could ever hope to find him amongst the rocky crags. Of course, she's perfectly content to leave him well enough alone, assuming he did the same to her.
Now today, things actually seemed to be looking up for this particular Khajiit. The Riften guards outside the walls had let her inside the gates without much fuss for once, and it was still early enough in the day that she could get quite the number of tasks done. Her sword had needed sharpening for a while now, and one of the straps on her gauntlets could use some tightening as well. Maybe Altai would even have some time to browse the market when all was said and done.
Even with such simple things in mind it's enough to put a smile on her face and a slight bounce in her step, Altai starting down the walkways towards the smithy.
A slight backward flick of Altai's ears as she hears someone coming up the path from behind her as she stares at a road sign, the Khajiit allowing herself a casual glance over her shoulder at the person as they near. Ah, a Dunmer, and what looked to be a mage to boot. Not that she held any sort of ill will towards mages that the majority of the local Nord populace did, she did use a fair few spells herself, after all. So it's with a slight incline of her head that she greets him before her gaze returns to the post once more. "Warm sands to you, traveler."
A loose smile emerges from Aet’s face. She shuffles down the tree, and carefully crawls along the ground to the light of the fire.
"Hello." A small wave.
"Warm sands to you, my friend." Altai quietly greets the other with another soft incline of her head. "As Khajiit said before, this one does not have much to offer, but you are welcome to what I do." A small smile as she pauses to set another log on the fire, listening to the flames crack and pop as it hungrily consumes the wood. "It is not often that I have another sharing my camp. Usually it is I who shares the camp with a patron." A soft chuckle leaves her lips. "Through truthfully it has been a long while since I have had one. And also truthfully they usually prefer that I stay on the outskirts."
((FYI, if you ever want to re-title a rp we happened to have going or a starter that I post, feel more than free to. I’m quite rubbish when it comes to making up thread titles, so by all means, feel free to change it if you so desire. Px))
"Live here," Aetvea stated, pointing to herself lazily.
After another good look over the little camp, she begins to wonder if it would be acceptable for her to join the Khajiit. So, she decides to ask.
"C-Can I jee- juon… Jiun you?"
A pause, with a slight furrowing of her brow as she mulls over the words. More to try and understand the meaning behind them more than anything. Though finally Altai does incline her head softly. "Khajiit has never been one to turn another away from her fire. I do not have much to offer, but you are welcome to what I do have."
