Roze considered Leif with an amused air about her, trying not to chuckle at his lavish words. 
[i]"A sovereign queen?"[/i] She thought to herself, wondering how on earth anyone would fall for this play. There was no doubt that Leif was a charming - and definitely handsome - fellow; but his admiration of her beauty gave way to a plenty obvious intention - taking her to bed.
It wasn't the first, nor would it be the last time this happened - at the very least he was poetic in his speech.
As he likened her to her namesake, she did chuckle at his last words, and how immensely correct they were. She didn't usually look like much of a threat to people; but she knew how to defend herself from wandering hands or potential consorts who didn't know the definition of 'no'.
"Finally - you say something sensible." Roze replied with a chuckle, then turning back to her steaming stew. Flirting could wait - this rabbit wouldn't stay warm forever.

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While the invitation was extended to herself and Sagax, she let them go ahead while she finished up her meal and drink. Roze had never been one for waste - and despite Leif's somewhat bard-like behaviour, the offer of a warm bed and bacon tempted her to no end. Screw the "exquisite foods" he had stated she deserved - a slice of pig was more than enough to keep her happy.
Although somewhat disappointed Sagax didn't choose to come with her - he looked like he could use the room and food - she inclined her head as he bowed before her, and bid him goodbye as he left the inn.
She wasn't too long after him - eventually buying one extra bottle of mead in case her insomnia kicked in again - Roze left, wrapping her cloak around her tightly as she stepped out of the inn; only to look up to the sky and gape in wonder.
It was as if the beautiful aura usually painted across the sky had been tainted with blood - the smaller moon an intimidating hue of crimson.

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Rhasha'Dar had eventually excused himself from Sylvanis' company for a few moments - he needed a breath of fresh air, and ironically enough, a puff of his pipe. He always preferred smoking outside, for some reason.
However, upon leaving the inn, he was met with a most disturbing sight. Masser and Secunda, the sacred twin moons - bleeding in the night sky.
Chewing on the edge of his pipe thoughtfully as he peered up, he heard a light gasp from the door to the inn. Glancing over, there stood a young Breton girl - probably around the same age as his youngest sister, M'Vrasha.
"Well... that's a new one." She eventually murmured, feeling his gaze on her. He nodded in agreement, eyes turning back to the sky.
"Hm... not a good sign for our future, Rhasha thinks." He pondered aloud; the caravan was probably feeling rather antsy about the moons as well.
"'Our' future?"
"Part of the same group, are we not?"
"Oh! So you're our first Khajiit!" She said in understanding, offering a smile as she slowly made her way down the steps. "Well - I'm not one for believing in fate. Just because the sky looks bloody doesn't mean we have to as well. I'm Roze, by the way." She continued, and Rhasha'Dar inclined his head in her direction, somewhat amused at her comment on the moon. The Khajiit were very much followers of the lunar cycle - to disregard it would be foolish, especially at times like these. Not that he expected a young Breton girl to know such things about his species.
"Rhasha'Dar; your first Khajiit." He introduced himself, smiling slightly. 
As Roze began leaving, she darted a sly grin over her shoulder.
"Uh... I'd avoid Dumhuvud, if I were you. He's not a fan of cats." She added mischievously, and at that, left. Rhasha'Dar sighed quietly, finished his last puff of tobacco before heading back inside.
"Who isn't these days?" He asked himself silently, a small roll of the eyes accompanying the wry thought.

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It didn't take long for her to reach Leif's house - in the Gray Quarter, surprisingly enough. Not that she had anything against the Dunmer forced to live in the area, but as a general rule, Nords avoiding the place; unless it was to shout abuse at the various elves.

She pondered outside the door for a moment, pushing it open upon deciding that an invitation to stay the night didn't necessitate freezing her arse off, while waiting to be let in.

"Leif, I'm disappointed. I was expecting far more gold, jewels and silk." Announcing herself with a grin, Roze shut the door behind her, making her way to Sevine and Leif. "Anyhow, thanks for the invite. Sagax couldn't make it, so it'll be bacon for three. I do hope you didn't eat it without me." Roze quipped, unbuckling her cloak as the warmth from the hearth chased away the chill. She'd dropped her armour in at the local blacksmiths, so he could repair the damage from the previous battle, and other various damages that she'd put off having done for ages now. As such, she was wearing her more casual clothes - white corseted blouse, trousers, and boots. The bandage on her shoulder just peeked out from beneath the white shirt - although thank the Gods she'd gotten rid of the bloody sling.