Windhelm Hall was as contrastingly austere and pompous as most Landstrider landmarks Daixanous had seen throughout his time at Skyrim. The drab but sturdy stone towered over them, the walls lined with tapestries, war trophies, or the skulls of great beasts. He could at least understand the latter two to some extent. The nords were men, but they had a martial, primitive view on the world he could appreciate. For Dax's part, he approached the throne, though he did not bow before the 'barbarian king.' A large nord brute approached him, pointing at the stone floor. 

"Kneel, lizard." 

"No!" Ulfric called with an upraised hand, sternly gazing at his retainer before the nord backed off dejectedly. Ulric fixed his gaze on Dax. "My apologies, noble warrior. Your people are known to me, and from what I have heard, you have fought like a beast in the tavern. Tell me, do you know of the Argonian Hunter living near Falkreath?" 

"I am he." Was all Dax replied. The solidly built argonian stood tall but easily, like a deceptively lounging hunting cat, ready to spring at a moment's notice. His frills still had bits of coated snowflakes at their ends, though the warmth of the hearth was beginning to warm the lizard-man's body quite nicely. For his part, Ulfric laughed heartily. 

"Then it is a great honor! Most of your people slink about, but you prowl the forests and kill even giants with your arrows!" 

There was a long pause, the argonian tilting his head. "My people are escaped slaves. They have little means to make a living, and no skills such as mine from their servitude." Dax reiterated. The men around them murmured, but not necessarily disrespectfully. 

Ulfric acquiesced with a nod. "Forgive me. It is not your people I seek to run out of Skyrim. Only the Imperials, and their spies are comprised of members of every man, mer, and beastman they hold sway over. I cannot afford to trust easily, and so I trust no one until it is safe. Though I speak too hastily, for the mer are the ones who order the imperials about. Weaklings, I say! You, good hunter, came to this land to seek your fortune and hold yourself honorably. You are welcomes in my hall." 

A few of the more silent men nodded in acceptance, though a few of the nords seemed uneasy by this proclamation. Daixanos stepped to the side and spread a hand toward's Kris. 

"This landstrider travels with me. She is welcome too, if you would have her. Or I would leave you, as the Hist wills."