The first house was evidently empty. Or perhaps they denizens just chose not to answer. His second choice was much more fruitful, the door opening to the visage of a woman of dark skin: a Redguard. The woman stood in stunned silence for a moment, seemingly at a loss of words. How bothersome. Was it truly that odd he was here, knocking on a door in search of assistance? Fortunately she had the right mind to immediately fetch him some water and allow him to enter her home once her senses caught up to her. 

The house was much cooler than the outside, likely due to the presence of actual [i]shade[/i] within it. The woman had left almost immediately after he had entered, going to fetch her 'master'. Left all alone within the house, Ajax-Vei drank from the bota-bag until his dehydration was sated, and then dumped the rest onto his head, moistening his scales once more. His gills flared at the sudden wetness, having been dry for so long. He left the woman's belongings untouched; he was a hunter of treasures, not a thief. Patiently he waited for the woman's return, until the sound of a bell reached his ears and the door opened to reveal an aged Wood Elf and the woman from earlier, the former asking about his presence in these lands.

"I am a scholar of the history of Tamriel. I came to the desert to venture around the Dwemer ruins," Ajax-Vei spoke, voice coarse and deep. Obviously he didn't tell the [i]full[/i] truth, just the technical one. He'd been on both sides of an ambush against someone who'd braved much to secure loot, and it wasn't as if he were in the best shape as it were. He'd need more water for that.

"What of you, Bosmer? This land is both far from and unlike the forests of Valenwood. What is it that calls yourself to the land of the Ra'Gada?"