Jenassa woke up just before noon that day, awaiting another job to turn up. It's been awhile since she's painted the canvas red, but one must be patient. She ordered her usual meal from Elrindir and sat in her usual corner of the place alone as usual.

Not that day as the mysterious figure from last night came from out of nowhere and cornered her in her spot. They were very imposing indeed, they almost took up the whole opening in her corner of the building. It made her nervous as she couldn't even see Elrindir at his counter. Jenassa just stared and awaited some kind of reaction from the tall figure.

"…"

"…Can I help you, sera?"

"Are you a sellsword?"

"Why yes I am, why do you ask?"

"I seek mentoring in your type of business."

"You wish to become a sellsword?"

"That is my intention."

Jenassa sized her up: Tall, armed, and dangerous looking. Anyone would've assumed she was in the business to kill. She was skeptical if she could even take this one on.

"First of all, may I ask your name?"

"…"

"One must know the name of who they employ, sera."

"…Morenwen."

"I am Jenassa."

"Will you assist me in mercenary work, Jenassa?"

"Hmm…I'll tell you a few basic things you'll need to know."

Jenassa gave Morenwen the rundown. Most sellswords in Skyrim went for a flat retainer of 500 septims. If the employer somewhere along the line attacks you, left you, or does something that conflicts with your morality, you have the right to end your services to the employer immediately. Most sellswords refuse to work with other and will either ask the employer to either dismiss their services before hiring someone else or keep them other the other. There are exceptions though as the pay may be substantial enough to keep them around, they have high regard for the employer, or they simply don't care. Some employers will take advantage of a sellswords allegiance and make them do other tasks besides killing and protecting. It can involve numerous things ranging from simple labor to criminal activity.

"Do you understand, sera?"

"Indeed, thank you for your insight."

"You are very welcome. If you wouldn't mind I would like for you to work under me in my next endeavor, when it arrives anyway. I am curious of your capabilities."

"I am honored, when the time comes contact me. Otherwise, I shall be wandering around city."

And with that Morenwen drifted out the door.

Jenassa couldn't help but feel excited about how Morenwen paints.

Morenwen sat down the bench in front of the statue of Talos in the Wind District, thinking about what to do. She wanted to see her. She was in Cyrodiil, but then she wasn't. She had to do something in Skyrim so she followed. It took so much time to track her to Cyrodiil first. She finally arrived in Skyrim, though. Now she could see her, but first she had to get some money. She didn't care for killing, but it seemed like a sound plan in the country to earn money. More money will help in finding her. Always does. What if she sees her face? It's so different from the last time she saw it. Maybe she can get in touch with a face sculptor. Not many around, almost none left actually. She had to look presentable for her. She hasn't seen her in so long.

Her thoughts were interrupted by some heretic.

"Talos the mighty! Talos the unerring! Talos the unassailable! To you we give praise! We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars!" and he continued on talking about that false god."

She decided to go to the market to look for something to eat.

When she came down the steps smelled bloody venison to her left and freshly baked goods and produce to her right. Meat was her favorite. The flavor and texture of it was heavenly to her pallet. As she was making her way to meaty decadence, something bumped into her coming from the direction of the lame foods.

"Oof, I'm sorry, mister!"

"Mila, watch where you're going next time! I'm so sorry about that."

Morenwen turned around and gazed down at a child. A sweet child. With an even sweeter mother. How sweet. She knelt down.

"Are you alright little one?"

"Oh! You're no mister! I'm so sorry again, but I'm fine though thank you."

"You're such a sweet girl."

"I work with my mother, to sell fruits and vegetables. It's fun most days, but hard work."

Morenwen held her hand out to help her up.

"Thank you ma'am!" Mila took the hand.

So soft…

With a tug they both were on their feet.

Mila moved towards her mama's stall, but the tall lady's grip held. She felt top of her hand being rubbed by a thumb, almost lovingly. Confused she turned and looked up. Mila didn't like what she saw. It was the same thing she saw when that wolf tried to attack her and mama out on the plains. Feral, dangerous, but most of all, hungry.

"M-ma'am?"

The tall lady tilted her head to the side.

"I have to go help my mama with the stall…"

She let go of her hand like it was a shock.

"Of course…your mother. You're such a good girl, run along now."

With that said, Mila scurried her way back to her mother and the dealt with the scolding that come for bumping into a stranger.

"Finest cuts, fresh from the wilds! I see that you're interested in fine quality meats my good ma'am. Anything you're looking for?"

Morenwen turned with a hazy look at the meat vendor.

"Do you have any fresh veal?"