Dreet-Na continued to listen, fortunately the heated situation was seeming to resolve itself as others of the group spoke of cooperation before the nord who had spoken earlier followed the red-eyed one’s lead and introduced his strengths, followed by his imperial companion who introduced himself as Leonidas. Making another note in his book about the pair Dreet-Na turned his attention to the Khajiit as he spoke, making note that he had referred to him as a Saxhleel rather than Argonian. [i]‘Perhaps this Khajiit is more intellectually inclined than those I have met before’[/i] he thought to himself briefly, somewhat impressed that he had used the Jel word for Argonian. 

The Khajiit proceeded to speak further, adding more weight to his point before turning his attention to the map. He spoke of his intention to head to one of the markers that was located somewhere near Whiterun, stating that he had already stumbled upon it. Questions sprung into Dreet-Na’s mind, curious about what he had discovered on his previous visit, but before he could ask the Khajiit began to apologise for his ear-splitting outburst earlier before introducing himself. His name was Rawlith-Dar and he seemed to be primarily a warrior of sorts, though his choice of weapon and armour were exotic – Dreet-Na having not heard of Bonemold being used outside of Morrowind. Distracted for a moment Dreet-Na remembered the Dunmer folk law legend he had once read about the creation of Bonemold armour, it being accredited to a noble lord by the name of Arslic Oan who was granted a castle and land by his king, but after building a stronghold and settling down with his many slaves they fell under attack from a tribe of cannibalistic nords who began attacking Arslic's slaves in the fields. The nords allegedly grew bolder, until they held the very stronghold itself under siege. After several failed attempts at sending his slaves to fetch water from a river, Arslic asked his armorer, Gorkith, to forge an armour sturdier than leather but lighter than metal. Bonemold armor was the apparent answer and although seventeen of his slaves were killed and eaten in the subsequent attempt, one made it back with a jar of water. Dreet-Na suppressed the urge to share the tale, knowing that there were far more important matters at hand than the origins of Rawlith-Dar’s armour of choice. 

[b]“This one is Cathay, a sub-species of Khajiit with both a grand strength and grand agility”[/b] explained Rawlith-Dar, again peaking Dreet-Na’s curiosity, as he knew that there were allegedly several sub-species of Khajiit, however up until now he had remained intentionally ignorant of any knowledge regarding this – due to his dislike of the race as a whole. 

[b]"This one hopes you will accept him as his own tribe had, this journey will certainly require us to all come together."[/b] Finished the Khajiit before returning to his place against the back wall. 

Dreet-Na considered what he had heard and the manner this Khajiit held himself, again finding himself more curious than he would have thought. He had not found Rawlith-Dar’s speech as frustrating and foolish as he had that of other Khajiits, usually finding great annoyance at their habit of referring to themselves in the third person or as ‘this one’, and so made a mental note to try and keep his prejudice in check for the moment – at least where Rawlith-Dar was concerned. 

Taking the brief lull in conversation as his opportunity Dreet-Na cleared his throat again before he spoke “As I have said, I am a scholar first, and so I would suppose that my primary talent is within knowledge. However I am most proficient with the schools of Restoration, Alteration and what was formerly known as Mysticism. I have skills in the other schools but have not focused upon them as thoroughly. I cannot enchant items and I have only little skill in Alchemy.” 

He finished as quickly as he had started, turning his gaze to the next of the companions expectantly as he once more lit his pipe, his quill poised ready above the book.