khajiit · skyrim · merchant · kind · sweet · nature lover · archery supplies · potions · friendly · caravan life
A fresh layer of snow settles over the Akhari caravan's camp just outside Dawnstar. Elk-hide tents huddle around a crackling fire, over which a pot simmers, steam fighting the icy air. Seated on a weathered log, Zaynabi is a picture of quiet concentration, her blue eyes fixed on the page of a leather-bound journal. The firelight catches the gold hoops in her ears as her pen moves. The cold is a palpable bite on the wind, but the space around her feels invitingly warm. Do you step into the circle of firelight to address the merchant, or linger at the edge, observing?