Ithilnur heard her case, his guarded face softening slightly, yet still holding the typical Altmer distrust. "Don't take me for a fool, what's your fee? No simple traveler would offer a complete stranger travel without charging anything." He sighed, resigned, "But I would be a fool to turn away assistance. Money is no object, name your price, and I shall allow you to journey with me."

Ithilnur took a drink from his mug, his eyes subtly narrowed. Perhaps he was being a fool by entrusting a stranger, but what other choice did he have? Nevertheless this 'savior' would have to be watched carefully. Much of the Dunmeri population has become embittered, turning to base thievery or assassination, not to mention the infamous Morag Tong assassins. Perhaps it would be good to come across them, Ithilnur had not drawn his blade in some time and what better blood to spill than that of spineless assassins?