Ji'sien had mostly stayed quiet, as he was traveling with new adventures he had never met. And, seeing as he was climbing to the highest point on the planet he had other things on his mind. Like, for example, not dying of a heart attack so young. The snow was ice cold, as it would be, and he didn't have much for the cold, besides a small coat. He didn't really pack much, just his weapons and tools, as he didn't have the money for anything, and all he had was what he had leaving, which was of course nothing. He clearly wasn't a combat ready orc or something, nor was he an argonian with scales off armor. Oh no, he had fur to keep him oh so not exactly warm. And the dunmar's speech didn't help a bit.

For a while he just listens to the others chat about places, themselves, and whatever else people chatted about while traveling, it bothered him slihtly about how they went all these places and did this or that and he was just a street rat of a boy, who lived in a little shack until his parents died. But so is life, he thought. And hell, maybe the greybeards would have something for him, but of course, twas unlikely, as of course he was the street rat, rather then the warrior. I guess he could classify as a thief or something, but he only stole when he had to, I guess he could help the team pick locks into places or so. 

His ears flickered in the cold as the others continued to chat, as he only continued to doubt his journey and everything he was doing. 'This isn't my fight' he thought almost stopping in place for a few seconss. 'I am going to die, trying to fight a battle only the dragonborn could win' he continued in his head, 'the dragonborn, that bastard!' No prophecy, just empty lies and loud shouts.' He finally finished his ongoing chat with himself. Finally an orc said their name. Tandagh or something, he felt himself able to speak for a moment. "Hi Tandagh, my name is Ji'sien. I am to my knowledge going to be the weak link." He said, his usual enthusiasm or happiness lacking slightly. He took a breath as the air thinned, he spoke again. "Born and raised in a shack, Ji's my name, occasional stealing in order to survive....Is my game..." he said finally, he said it in an odd way, but meh, he hadn't much of a silver tungue.