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Shutting the large metal door behind him, Asmir sheilded his eyes from the morning light. He hadnt left his house in a while, and he needed to buy some supplies for his home, as well as make some money, as taxes were due soon. His armor clinked with every step he took down the narrow street, to the towns market area. He waved greetings to nearby shop keepers and left the town. 'Theres bound to be money made out here.' Asmir thought to himself, walking down the steps that lead to the Cities main gates. He approached his horse that was tied up in the stable and unloaded his backpack into the saddle bags. (if theres a question about the contents, shoot me a message) Taking a lok at the sky, making sure that it was clear, and dragon free, he made his way towards the mountian peaks in the east.

Katarina hearing footsteps approaching her campsite sitting somewhere between a town and the mountains grabs her bow and quiver ful of ebony arrows and hides behind a large rock. She thinks "Who could be coming this way" she had been settled here for about a week now without seeing anyone come by. She pulls out an arrow and readies her bow aiming towards where the footsteps are comming.

Asmir rounded the corner, looking around him. It was a quiet enough day. And thats when it struck him, it was too quiet. He didnt even hear a bird chirping. 'I dont leave my home in days, and the day i leave i might get kiled in an ambush' he thought to himself. He notices a campsite to the east of where he is. He chances is, not feeling like fighting right now. "Hello!" He shouted. "Is anyone out here? I see your campsite!" He holleres, and waited.

( what cite we in? BTW if your wondering My guys name is said Dragon but i like the spelling i use)

Draggin was pretty well known across Skyrim for Many things, some good .. some .. bad. But all and All he was a good guy, And very friendly. He was ridding horse back down a road, He had been traveling a few days after being attacked by wolfs, He had been hurt bad and was still bleeding from the wound on his side. the Brown haired Mage was to weak to be able to heal himself, So he was ridding to a city in hopes to find someone who could.

OOC: oops, im sorry, its Markarth

(Oi vey... I apologize for my Grammar Nazism, but all of you need some help with your spelling and usage...)

A lone Khajiit walked down the path, seemingly unfazed by the lack of... Well, the lack of everything. The large feline rather enjoyed the silence actually and nearly jumped out of his armor when he heard the voice of an Argonian nearby.
He silently pulled his warhammer off his back and crouched low, moving like the heavy daedric armor he wore was part of his skin: silent and fluid.
He poked his ears twitched through the holes in his helmet and his tail swayed softly behind him.

"Look, Im not interested in a fight, I just need to go my way and be out of your hair! So please, dont attack me! I come in peace." He shouts, looking around for any tell tale sign of an enemy. While he doesnt got a sign, he gets the next best thing; A black furry tail growing from out of a rock. He walks around nonchalantly, and makes his way towards the tail. When he gets close enough, he grabs it and pulls the tail so the owner comes into view.
"What are you trying to do!? I dont want to fight, I make myself known to you and you stil want to kill me!" He hollers at the poor cat, than it hits him. "Kat?" He asked the black khajiit.

Looking at the strange scarred argonian thats still holding her tail she reconizes who it is and lowers her bow. "Asmir?" of all people to find her camp it had to be her childhood friend. 'First of all I didn't know who was approaching. So excuse me for being a bit cautious. And second can i have my tail." She says pointing at the argonians hand thats holding her tail. She didn't know why he still had her tail or how he would react to her irritated demenor, not having seen him for so many years. She had left his company, without a word when she was 16 and her paents died.

(( i wan in a hurry to type my first post so worry for my lack of good post ))

Draggin could faintly here voices near by, but was to weak to make out where they were. The young mage let off a soft main before he fell off his horse onto the rocky road below. Having lost to much blood the Nord blacked out.

Dmitri listened intently then put his ebony warhammer back on his back, then stood, "Is there some sort of problem, comrades?" he stood up out of the bushes and removed his helmet, revealing a rather handsome Khajiit face with grayish-white fur.

"No, everythings alright now." Asmir loked at the large khajiit wairily. "What brings you out here friend?" Asmir looked back to his friend "And for that matter, what are you doing out here Kat?" Out of the corner of his eye he saw the mage fall. "Save that for another time friends. We might actually have a problem." He pointed in the directon of the mage.

Kat walks over to the unconcious mage and examines his wounds. "I've seen this before it's all too common." She looks at Asmir "Go into my tent, theres supplies there to patch him up." Being as Asmir is the only one she know to trust to go into her belongings. "come on lizard hes bleeding out, unless youi want him to loose anymore blood and you want to find a way to give him some!"

Draggin gave a soft moan, but he did not regain conciseness yet. his shaggy brown hair had fallen into his pail face. The horse he had been rideing stood near by eating grass paying no mind to his fallen rider.

"I am simply and adventurer and good Samaritan who heard someone yelling," Dmitri answer honestly and looked the direction that the Argonian pointed. He rushed towards the man and Examined his wounds, then started puttin pressure on the worst one.

Asmir looked at the fallen Nord. "Why, he probably wont make it anyway?" Asmir shrugged and walked over to the tent. He rummaged around through Kats belongings and finnaly found a healers kit. He tossed it to Kat "Is this what you needed?" He called. He climbed out of the tent and walked over to the Nord. He stuud over him, examining the wounds. Tsk Tsk tsk. "Wolf bites. Should've been more careful friend."

(*stood, not stuud)

"You're a bit cocky, aren't you?" Dmitri looked up at the Argonian with a frown, "He's dying and that's all you have to say?" he turned towards the female Khajiit, "You're friend with him?"

(oops, sorry, i didnt notice.)

"Long story. And yes Asmir thats what i need." She said glaring at the argonian. Katarina opened the healers kit and began mending his wounds. After awhile Kat had all the wounds patched up and got them to stop bleeding. Now that she wasn't occupied she turned and looked at Asmir. "Could you try to be a bit more sympathetic! If you get attacked by wolves wouldn't you want someone to help you? I just hope if that ever happens the person that finds you will have more of a heart and more sympathy than your showing this poor mage!" Now looking at the Khajiit "Would be so kind as to bring this mage to my tent and lay him down? He needs to rest."

"Of course," he nodded and scooped Draggin up an carried the Nord into the tent then gently set him down. He really didn't want to leave this Khajiit woman with an Argonian who obviously couldn't care less about anyone else, even if they were friends, but he would if they no longer needed him.
"Is there anything else you need, m'lady?"

Katarina turned glaring at Asmir but responded to Dmitri "Thank you for asking but I think I need to talk to Asmir. If you need to rest or eat help yourself it's all there at the camp but please don't get curious and try to learn more about me through my belongngs." She thought for a second and said "I didn't mean that to be rude I'm just a very private person" so she didn't offend the Khajiit. In Katarinas line of work there were things that were best left unknown to others, since most people weren't so approving of it.