Tsleeixth cursed his stupidity for the hundredth time. He had thought to volunteer for the scouting company when Ashav had called for a meeting of the company, but unfortunately he had started coughing due to his bloodlung and as such he had tried to -as best as he could- discreetly move away from the rest of the group of mercenaries until his coughing fit stopped. 

Of course, once the coughing had stopped he had time to ponder on his idea to join the scouting group and had realized that his skills weren't particularly useful for the task that the group had to accomplish "Agh, should have asked someone in the College if they could have cured me" He thought to himself, cleaning his lips with the sleeve of his shirt, trying to wipe off any blood that could be found on them, and took a swig from his waterskin to wash off the taste of blood from his mouth.  He knew that he should probably ask one of the healers to help him with the sickness but he didn't want to be incapacitated for the coming battle in the redoubt, not to mention he didn't want word of his sickness reaching Ashav or, worse, Dumhuvud, knowing that the man would use the fact to torment him over it and make some sort of disparaging comment on either his persona or the argonian race.

He quietly made his way back to his tent, hoping that no one had noticed his temporary disappearance from the camp, and settled inside of it quite happy, looking for his bottle of mead and drank a little bit from the contents of the bottle, the sweet alcohol cheering him up, and picked a book, spending some of the time before the battle reading from it. However, as time dragged on he started feeling restless, and began looking over his equipment, poking is head outside of his tent when he heard a small commotion.

Apparently two of the members of the scouting party had to return while carrying the dunmer journalist, Maduras he thought his name was, with them. He stopped one of the members of the scouting party as they came "Hey, why are you back? And why did the journalist went with you?" He asked to the man in a perplexed tone, his tail twitching slightly behind him.

"No idea really, but he insisted on coming, said Ashav gave him permission or something. Long story short he hurt himself in a hunting trap for deer shortly after we left the camp"  Said the scout before he continued to his own tent, leaving Tsleeixth more confused than before. 

He returned to his own test and kept on checking his equipment, making sure that his steel sword was still sharp. Once he was done checking his equipment he wandered through the camp for a little bit, chatting with some of the other members of the company with whom he was acquainted but eventually he made his way to the table where he saw a small imperial man who -by his looks- was new to the company.

"What was his name, I am sure I have heard it somewhere, was it Sagar, or Sagat, hmm...not really sure, I do am sure it started with s though" He muttered to himself under his breath, slightly embarrassed at not being able to recall the man's name, before he made his way to the table, sitting besides the imperial man "Hey there, how are you doing?" He asked the man, offering him a friendly smile and his hand for a handshake "Not sure we have properly met, my name is Tsleeixth, glad to make your acquaintance" HE said in a friendly tone, his tail twitching slightly behind him due to his curiosity.