Before coming to Whiterun Jarett had been traveling through Skrim for weeks now and he had grown accustomed to the cold looks the pale locals gave him. He found the harsh winds and frigid mornings more welcoming than the people. He had been turned away once or twice from various Inns, and only once he had been assaulted by a couple of local Nords telling him to get out of their lands. HE couldn't just lie he wasn't a Redguard. The darker coloration and the tattoos of his skin gave his nationality away rather easily. Perhaps they were jealous of his tanned silky skin and dashing good looks. That was not his fault, and he would not dare to hide his face from the hostile people of Skyrim. Of course, not everyone was like that. 

Upon arriving at Whiterun Jarett had to sware he was not an Alik'r soldier, and he was just passing through to buy some supplies. He swore on telling the truth- and he really was - but plans changed. He met the Companions. After his admittance to the Companions, the guards in Whiterun seemed to ease around him. Jarett swears he saw one of the guard's eyes linger on him as he went on in the market buying herbs from Carlotta Valentia. The Redguard didn't blame him. 

Now Jarett walked to the hall of the Jorrvaskr in one of his less ornate bright red sleeping robes. Jarett could not start the morning without food and herbs tea in his belly, and that was the most important thing right now. After gathering some leaks, bread, and a piece of cheese accompanied with a hot cup of his own herbs tea he sat across the Dunmer woman. He listened in on their conversation while eating and trying to wove a few braids into his hair.