Heimskr began his usual bellow, discrediting those that did nor worship Talos. He began gesturing at her saying that the likes of her were the cause of the hardships the people of Skyrim. She grew bored of the lunatics rantings. She had honestly hoped that he had some new material. She began her short trek to the Khajiit caravans when she noticed someone limping painfully out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to see that it was the girl she briefly spoke to before.
Oh, what was her name…Elennia! She runs over to help the girl, the raving lunatic far from her mind. (post 1) (post 2) (post 3). After she made sure Elennia was situated at the Mare, she began to walk towards the Khajiit caravan to grab her hammer, some nails, and scrap leather. She was angry that the girl’s guardians weren’t around to help or to aid the poor girl. She would give them a piece of her mind as soon as she found them.
She quickly reached the Khajiit caravan, nodded to her gracious hosts. The Khajiit of this caravan were long time friends and she could trust them with her basic smithing supplies and Vanwa. The children loved to come and pet Vanwa and loved the old stories Tahle would tell of her travels. The older Khajiit knew that they could trust Tahle and Tahle always brought them good business. She then walked to the where Vanwa was stabled by her tent. She grabbed a handful of oats and and gave them to the horse. Tahle pet the horse on her muzzle, whispering promises of long trails and home. She went into her tent where Vanwa’s tack was kept.