The Akaviri girl soon strolled in, shivering a little as the sun began to descend. She was happy to walk into the toasty shop, filled with a wonderful smell... It was unlike anything she caught a whiff of back home, on Akavir. Foreign or not, she looked pleasantly surprised as she walked closer.

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Aria on the other hand was toasty in another manner of speaking. Not that the fire wasn't warm. Skooma wasn't how she remembered, really. Then again, there weren't any rowdy teenagers - she was sitting with the Khajiit trader, gazing up at the sky. A few stars had begun to appear, along with a noticeable drop in the temperature giving the breeze a slight sting of cold. This was a nice setting. Typical Skyrim evening, sat by a campfire with some company. Though, Cronic was probably wondering where Aria was at this point.

"N'garro should rest..." the Khajiit chimed in before Aria could speak. "Goodnight to you, red maned one," he said, smiling tiredly before getting up and heading for his tent. Two more Khajiit walked over to the fire, apparently their turn to watch the caravan now. By this time, Aria was already walking back up to the city. She didn't seem to stumble or lose her way, but instead... she was just nice and mellow.

At the gates, the guards allowed her entry, and Aria headed up the street to the Odd Jobs home.