[b]"Oh what would you do with a drunken Khajiit, what would you do with a drunken Khajiit, what would you do with a drunken Khajiit, early in the morningg..."[/b] sang Do'ava as he and his steed trotted down some forsaken road out of Cyrodiil and into Valenwood. It had been a long trip, nearly a week of non-stop travel. A night or two Do'ava bypassed inns completely and just camped on the side of the road. He had gone through several imperial checkpoints since he left Riften and he figured he would go through one more before he made it into Valenwood proper. His horse he had purchased on the Skyrim-Cyrodiil border, a mix between the hardy and small horses of Skyrim and the large and fast horses of Cyrodiil. These breeds mixed made for a suprisingly well rounded animal, capable of keeping a rapid pace for hours on end without tiring. Do'ava was surprised how cheap he had gotten the young colt and as he rode, he was considering breeding more and creating a line of incredibly strong steeds. He would certainly have the funds after this job. Indeed, Do'ava was being surprised by a lot of things this week, including how much money Hector had offered Do'ava to come on this job.

Which of course made the experienced Khajiit suspicious of the likelihood of surviving this job. But sometimes you had to take a gamble and hopefully this one would pay off big time. Do'ava shivered and pulled his traveling cloak around him tighter. It was late, and although he was getting close, the nights in Cyrodiil wasn't exactly like Senchal. That was one thing Do'ava never got used to in Skyrim, the unbearable cold. It always made him miss home. He hadn't been home for years now, not since he was thrown into that cell in Windhelm. His eyes began to droop and Do'ava shook himself awake. He couldn't sleep now, he had to be on the south side of Arenthia by midday, at least. It had been a week since his last fix. The young Khajiit looked around and reached into his small traveling pack, pulling out a bottle of skooma. He felt the hunger just looking at it. Do'ava twisted it open and tilted it back, snorting a respectable amount. The world came into focus and all his fatigue was gone, replaced by a jolly determination. He knew his horse, who he had thought about naming Ur, could go at this pace for another 3 hours before needing a rest. That would put them outside Arenthia just before sunrise. They could rest a few hours then get to the rendezvous point just before noon. With a roguish grin, Do'ava spurred Ur onward.

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They had been riding through the jungles of Valenwood for a short time when they came upon the riverbank. Do'ava had been enjoying the warm weather, his armor, even if made for cooler climates, didn't cook him alive. It was Khajiit made after all, so the caravan guard supposed he shouldn't have been surprised. No doubt the tense standoff at the river heard Ur's thundering hooves as Do'ava rode briskly through the jungle. Ur didn't even seemed phased with the terrain and heat. Do'ava would definitely invest in breeding more horses like him. Do'ava gave a hearty "Whoa!" when they came thundering onto the riverbank. Ur reared slightly and dropped to the ground with a thud and Do'ava quickly took in the scene. A scantily dressed wood elf (Do'ava approved) and three slightly affronted/bewildered civilized men. The Khajiit had to restrain a laugh at Hector's face, which looked positively un-amused. As for the wood elf, Do'ava saw tribal women from the Elsweyr badlands and deserts wear less. Why wear a top in the desert when your fur did all of the work and the fabric had a million other uses? No doubt startling everyone, Do'ava couldn't resist grinning. [b]"Mr. Sibassius, Reporting for duty!"[/b] he said jovially, dismounting Ur.

He eyed the wood elf, who no doubt eyed him back. Despite his happy-go-lucky attitude, this former smuggler knew all too well the skill of the wood elves with a bow. Do'ava raised a hand up, a gesture of peace, hoping she would understand. He then slowly lead Ur to the river, the horse taking lead and stepping into the river and beginning to drink. Do'ava stepped into the river too and was greeted with pleasantly cool water cascading over his feet. [b]"So Cap'n, when are we heading out?"[/b] asked Do'ava, thoroughly enjoying himself.