[b]"Greetings! Are you here for the Dovah Feyn?"[/b] 

The man’s words broke the sound of the crackling fires, Dreet-Na paused and turning his head to face the man he answered bluntly “Yes” before turning back to the bookcase and bringing out a small dark bound book, examining the cover. It was titled ‘Annals of the Dragonguard’ and was a text he had not read before, though he was somewhat familiar with its contents. It was a journal written by a member of the ancient Dragonguard, fitting he thought considering the situation. 

“And why are [i]you[/i] here?” Dreet-Na asked carefully, his emphasis showing his suspicion somewhat as he turned his attention back to his new ‘friend’. Moving towards the table he chose the seat closest to him, putting him one seat away from one end of the horseshoe table, and several seats away from the other man. Placing the book on the table he ran a pair of fingers down the cover before reaching into his satchel and pulling out a small ornate dwemer pipe and placing it beside the book before staring at the dark haired stranger with a sceptical eye as he listened to what he had to say.