Sure enough, Aria grabbed a cloak to lift the cold edge off her as the sun started to drift closer to the horizon, hiding behind the larger mountains occasionally. Unlike her, she decided to head down to the Khajiit caravan set up just outside Whiterun. The guards hailed the redhead as she passed, giving her no trouble. It was the least they could do, being that the Odd Jobs team had offed a dragon in Whiterun hold's protection. The Khajiit were allowed closer to the fortifications than one might think. They were close enough to be protected, should bandits or worse show up... And close enough to be watched. They were regarded as crafty, scheming people, but trade was this caravan's game. That didn't mean all of their goods were legal, though!

Aria arrived at the camped caravan, checked for guards, and turned back to face the old-looking Khajiit sitting at the campfire. He seemed rather relaxed. Aria took a moment to compose herself before asking, "Think I could have some? ...I just need a little pick-me-up. Nothing crazy," she tried to explain. The old Khajiit gestured for her to sit, and pulled out a pipe made especially for ingesting the skooma. Without a word, he demonstrated how to use it. While the crystals were still hot and ready to smoke, he passed the pipe over to Aria, letting her try it for herself. Of course, it wasn't the first time she'd done this. After literal bloodbaths a few years back, Lucian sometimes got out his pipe, moon sugar and skooma, too. They'd all share it, and for a moment, death and carnage seemed to evaporate from their minds..

Stopping herself from coughing after a few drags, Aria handed the pipe back, smiling faintly. "Want any money for..?" she began to ask. The old Khajiit chuckled quietly and shook his head.

"N'garro could see you are very stressed young lady... No matter, relax for now," he answered warmly.

Slowly but surely, Aria began to calm. She was still on Nirn, but her mind drifted elsewhere... Somewhere beautiful.