Dar'Ja coldly stared out in the mudded beach, the disgusting silk-striders leaning from one limb onto another. He's drank what was left in his cup, threw a couple more coins at a beggar, and left, managing to get hold of a beautifully made silver plate which barman has left in a place where it's easy to grab from, and nobody noticed. He's grimly moved his eyes from the barren landscape onto the boat, gripping his eyes at the imperial girl just off at the coast. It was easy to find she's Imperial, and he had his eyes on her. Thalmor had to secure the Dunmer lands from such people like the Imperials. He however, would also come to despise the Aldmeri soon. He came over to her, and put on his great actor mood:

"Good day to you, Dar'Ja is glad. What you say we go to Balmora and then to treasure hunt?"