Clanette stepped aside quite happily for the Nord, the typical specimen of the warrior folk. He wore a greataxe and a beard to match; she had met and come to respect a hundred just like him.

The Argonian turned to her and asked, "Zazar is interested in your amulet, What is it?"

Clanette wondered if it was possible for someone not to have seen someone wearing the horn of Stendarr, even in such exotic climes as black marsh. [color=violet]"It's an amulet of Stendarr, Argonian. It carries the divine's blessing."[/color] she spoke with a barely contained frustration. she didn't want to get off on the wrong foot, but ignorance of one of the divines was something else

Adrian interrupted before further conversation could be had [color=0054a6]"Whenever you're ready children, we'll get going."[/color] Clanette started mulling towards the door.

[color=6ecff6]"Children, eh? Bold words for a man who was suckling his mother's teet while I wiped the blood of highwaymen from my face."[/color] spoke the Nord Axeman, like deep thunder across the room. Clanette couldn't stop herself from laughing at the comment, as undiplomatic as it was.