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"I'm here on business.Galmar Stone-Fist wants someone other than a blundering idiot with a warhammer in the Stormcloak ranks, so he hired me." The Argonian said. "Redguards aren't particularly common around here either, what brings you to Windhelm?"

Rexia took a swing of her wine and grinned. "Aye, we're not exactly from around here, it's far too cold. I was born and raised in Whiterun myself, only my grandparents had the pleasure of living in the Hammerfell warmth." She replied. "I'm here on business too, to join the Stormcloaks. I hope that I'm not a blundering idiot as you said, but I certainly don't weild a warhammer - to heavy, not dicrete enough." Rexia smiled.

The Argonian seemed nice enough, if not a bit sarcastic. Although living in the Thieves Guild with Vex and Tonilia certainly made her immune against the latter. "I never caught your name, Argonian. I'm Rexia." She said to him.