What is that?

I don't know what it is; does someone know where it came from or how to help it?

It just fell from the sky!

We know that Jory does anyone- Hey! Where are you going?

The voices were distant but close enough that Rhanna could make out what they were saying. Her consciousness started slipping and she could barely make out the last words.

What are you putting under its nose?

Before she could even hope to process those words a sharp, tangy, horrible smelling scent filled her nostrils and jolted her awake, coughing from the putrid scent. She looked around at her surroundings, making sure to keep her nose covered. It didn't help. Four people stood staring at her, and she felt more than obliged to stare at them back. The party was made up of three humans along with an elf who was crouching with cupped hands. They were all holding their noses and gagging except for the elf, who Rhanna finally realized was the one who woke her; she held the horrible smelling plant.

Rhanna was about to ask where she was when a tall, dark-haired man with a mischievous–looking face said, "Well, you don't think it's a Witch o' the Wilds, do you? I mean, it's a giant cat that just dropped from nowhere."

Rhanna was very used to being called an "it" back in Skyrim but for some reason, being called "it" felt uncalled for coming from this stranger's mouth. She growled, "This it has a name and would prefer my name be used."

This made the men step back. The first man with a greatsword strapped to his back had a frightened expression on his face, while the twitchy, dark-haired man next to him looked like a pot had smacked his face. The last man had dark blonde hair and an expression very similar to that of worry, part of it for him and his party, but the other part for her, interestingly. Her golden eyes locked back onto the dark-haired man as he whispered, "It can talk."

"Of course I can talk. Have you lived under a rock or a chunk of ice for the past three eras? All Khajiit can talk like a normal man." Rhanna spat the words as Twitchy, as she started to call him because of his twitching hands, displayed the pan-smacked face he wore not ten seconds ago.

"Khajiit?" The blonde-haired man looked truly dumbfounded. "What in Andraste is a Khajiit?"

"Obviously the one who just woke up."

Rhanna had forgotten about the elven woman traveling with them, and apparently, so did her colleagues. Twitchy looked at her with a bit more surprise, and if Rhanna was seeing correctly, a tinge of suspicion. He replied, "You know what it is?"

The elf, with purposely unmasked annoyance, responded. "Yes, we met two years ago while I was on a hunting trip looking for a white flying boar with green scales covering its snout. It also breathed fire. She introduced herself and we then had tea with a kind Tevinter magister."

"Well, you don't have to go making fun of it. Unless it did fall out of the sky two years ago and helped you catch a fire-breathing wild boar."

The elf rolled her eyes at Twitchy's comment then looked at Rhanna and saw the look of confusion displayed on her face. "You do know who the Tevinter magisters are, right?"

"Tevinter, who doesn't know about it?" the blonde one added, then noticed Rhanna's face. "You really don't know what Tevinter is, do you?"

"If I knew what this 'Tevinter' was, don't you think you would know what a Khajiit was?" Rhanna asked. She didn't like being the baffled one now.

The blonde man nodded in agreement, and replied, "Good point. I guess we didn't realize how new this must be, considering you just fell out of the sky."

The nervous-looking man with the two-handed greatsword finally spoke. "That thing fell out of the sky and now you're suggesting we help it? I don't know about that, Alistair. Daveth may be right."

The one named Alistair replied, "Well, either we help her or her gets lost in the swamp and killed by the darkspawn horde. I say her chances are better with us."

Twitchy, now known to Rhanna as Daveth, eyed Alistair suspiciously and Alistair returned the stare. The others of the party watched the exchange intently. Rhanna started to grow restless.

"If I am to be traveling with you then maybe I should know who all of you are and what you're doing. My name is Rhanna by the way." Rhanna inquired, watching the exchange finally break apart.

Daveth sighed. Alistair then turned to Rhanna and addressed her. "Nice to meet you Rhanna. My name is Alistair. This is Sir Jory," he pointed to the nervous man with the big sword, "Daveth," the man with the dark hair and mischievous face, "and Araey," finally pointing to the elven women. She nodded her head in greeting. It was now that Rhanna finally noticed the tattoos that covered her face. Alistair continued, "As for what we are doing on the other hand, we are retrieving some documents from a ruin up ahead. Care to join us?"