Skyrim mini rp

Saphira gulped. "Do you think he'd still follow us anyways?" she asked him worriedly.

"If he does i have a staff of fireballs with his name on it" The Nord mage assured her

Lysander on the other hand was perfectly willing to make an enemy of the other mage, and seemed not at all nervous

Name: Rinn
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Khajiit
Occupation: Thief
Background: She was once part of a travelling caravan with her family and various others, but has always dreamed of exploring more than the dusty roads and the outskirts if cities waiting for people to buy their ware. Her parents didn't wish her to follow this dream, but she ignored them and ran away. She worked as a bounty hunter for a while, but ended up getting involved in the Thieves Guild, and used her natural ability for stealth to climb quickly through their ranks. She is now part of the Nightingales, and stole the Skeleton Key.
Appearance: I'll add later.
Skills: Haggling, archery, sneak, light armour, one handed weapon, pick pocket, lock picking.

Approved, jump in

The two would soon see another figure walking towards them on the path, donned all in black, with a cowl and cloak billowing out behind them. Their face was concealed completely by a mask, but the form fitting light armour made it clear they were female. An ebony bow and quiver of ebony arrows were slung over her shoulder, as well as a one handed sword of the same type that hung at her side. A breeze blew from the group, making her cloak billow behind her, and the slight hint of what looked like a tail could be spotted momentarily. She breathed in their scent, to judge what they were. Hmm... Khajiit, and... what else? When she grew closer to them, she could see them both clearer. Yes, the other one had the pasty harsh look of a Nord. Thought so. When she passed the pair, she bumped into the Nord, before muttering an "I am sorry," and continuing on. Her hand gripped the coin purse she had just plucked from his person, and she hid her hand subtly behind her cloak. It would be apparent from her accent that she originates from Elsweyr.

sadly for then thief the coin purse Lysander had on him contained nothing but rocks. Though Lysander noticed he was not angry, selflessness, and helping the needy was part of the imperial cult life style. He dug a few septims out of his pocket and offered them to her

Saphira looked at him strangely. "You do realize she tried to rob you, right?" she said to him, lifting a brow at him. Now she really saw why other races hated her race so much, because they were only seen as murderers, assassins, or thieves.

Rinn froze, her head angled towards him, but her face still wasn't visible. She glanced down at the purse, opening it, then throwing it gently back at the Nord. It wasn't like she was poor; she received a fair income at the Thieves Guild, but she could never resist a good pick pocket. She was just as confused, however, as the other Khajiit at the man's charity. Still, she didn't take the coins he offered.

When she didn't take the coins Lysander closed his hand and put them back in his pocket "I'm aware of that" he said calmly

Saphira looked over the fellow Khajiit curiously. "Who are you anyways?" she asked, narrowing her eyes a bit.

Rinn turned towards the Khajiit, wondering if she should just walk away without saying anything. It wasn't like she was in any hurry to return to her home in Riften; she would often leave for days without a word to anyone. And she wasn't too keen on the other members of the Guild to discover she was in possession of the missing Skeleton Key. "I am Rinn," she said finally. Her voice sounded somewhat like a purr, and she rolled her 'R's quite a lot.

"Pleased to meet you ma'am" Lysander offered to shake hands with the cat woman

Saphira smiled a little. "I'm Saphira." she introduced herself casually.

Rinn made no move to shake hands with the Nord,  though peered at him suspiciously. One hand was situated casually over the dagger at her waist, prepared to grab it at a moment's notice. "Who are you?" She asked the Nord.

"Lysander, former missionary of the imperial cult" Lysander introduced himself

"Pleasure," She murmured, glancing behind her briefly. She didn't trust the pair, but felt like she needed an excuse to be away from the guild for an extended amount of time...

(I have no idea how to respond to that, you gave me nothing)

(Sorry. Kind of stuck too myself.)

Lysander stands there awkwardly like everyone else waiting for something to happen

Saphira sighed. "Well, I guess we better get back to moving." she said before she turned away and started heading in the direction they used to be travelling in.

"Well it was nice meeting you miss" lysander said to the other kajit and turned to follow Saphira

"May I... accompany you?" She asked, her hand slightly outstretched in case they kept walking.