Stalking towards the commotion Dreet-Na hesitated at the tree line as he watched Valerion confront their visitor, who he quickly realised was a woman, though little else from this distance. His reptilian eyes followed as she launched some kind of spell into the ancient man’s chest, to which Valerion simply stood, his eerie laugh floating across the night to where he was stood. 

Moments later Valerion vanished, appearing a split second later behind his pray before he felled her with one swift kick he raised his blade into the air to finish her.  Dreet-Na’s eyes shot to the woman, who was preparing to cast another spell as she simultaneously pulled a small blade free with her other hand. 

Before he could react a blur shot from the darkness and crashed into Valerion, preventing him from ending the woman’s life and sending him stumbling slightly before he regained his balance and whirled around. It was then that it became clear that it was Rawlith'Dar, the Khajiit now standing between Valerion and the woman. 

Dreet-Na wondered if he should approach them, the pair exchanging heated words briefly. Before the situation could escalate further Nikalous interrupted them, taking a brief moment to tie the woman before he simply slung her over his shoulder and made his way back towards the camp. 

A smile formed on the Argonian’s face as he marvelled at how quickly the situation seemed to have been resolved. There had been a glint in Valerion’s eyes when he realised it was Rawlith'Dar who had challenged him, and Dreet-Na had thought that he would actually attack the Khajiit for a moment. Turning his attention towards their new captive Dreet-Na followed Niko, remaining silent for the time being. He spent a few moments examining her, something strange about her skin catching his attention. Upon closer examination he realised that she was slightly covered in dark ash coloured charcoal, however it was mostly rubbed away. Her skin underneath was white and pale, and it was clear that she was some kind of Mer – a moment later Dreet-Na realised that she was in fact a Falmer, or more accurately a snow elf. He paused as he considered the implications of that, and the fact that she was likely one of the last few of her kind. 

Wondering how old she might be and wondering how she might fit into the history of her people distracted him for a moment before he grappled his thoughts back to the present. Initially he had not cared if she lived or died, the pain of the arrow still fresh in his mind at the time. But it now became clear that Rawlith had made the right decision in saving her. 

Suddenly the woman moved slightly, catching the Argonian’s attention.

[b]“Release me.. I just want to leave.” [/b] 

“It seems our visitor is awake” croaked Dreet-Na as he gestured towards the snow elf. He was now calm and had a faint smile hidden on his features – not that anyone other than another argonian would easily be able to tell. 

“I suggest we hear her out” he added as they reached the centre of their camp. Dreet-Na glanced around at his companions, suddenly taking note that there was a new face. A female Nord wearing steal armour was stood next to Rozalia. She looked athletic and the part of a shield maiden, and Dreet-Na wondered hopefully if she was here to join them. 

“Greetings” he said gesturing towards her, proper introductions would be made later. Right now he was far more interested in their ‘attacker’ and finding out what he could about her.