Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191206091848

The arrangement was strange to Torsten, but it was better to just keep his mouth shut. Whatever Veldyn's view of vengeance was, he'd surely see it sooner or later.

Soon, the group arrived at the city's gates. Dravis was there, waiting for them. A few moments passed, and a peculiar sight came along: a Khajiit caravan.

"You're a long way from Elsweyr, cat," Dravis mentioned as he halted the caravan. From the looks of it, there were 2 Khajiiti warriors along with 3 other merchants, bringing the total party to 5.

The leader of the caravan stepped up, a gray, fuzzy and grizzled merchant, "Khajiit wishes for the sands of Elsweyr, but the Red Mountain has not allowed passage back home."

"You'll do your trading here and no further," Dravis instructed as, surprisingly, the caravan was let inside the city's walls. One by one, the Khajiits were allowed entrance after they had registered their names. It was a good opportunity for the group to ask around or buy some wares.