Aevar Viding
Jorrvaskr... The word left a mark in his mind. At least that had something to do with fighting. Aevar listened intensely as they talked. His eyes hadn't moved from the people at the table. Since he'd sat down, two had joined the woman who'd sat alone. One of them a Redguard, the other an Orc. This was looking promising. He ate the last bite of cheese and the last piece of bread, washing it all down with the spiced wine. If he was going to do something, it would have to be now, but he wanted to listen for a little while longer to figure out what they were about.
The orc inquired about a job. That made him perk up in his seat and smirk his crooked smirk. During all this time, his bright blue eyes had not moved from the three. The more they talked, the more he got the impression that this was the right people he had found. Aevar cocked his head to the right and narrowed his eyes in thought. There was a brief moment before he downed the rest of his wine and gathered his things. He swung the backpack over his shoulder and took his axe from the table, standing up.
These steps were about to change his life. That was what he thought, anyway. This was going to be a big decision in his life, and potentially also life saving. The fact that he would use his abilities to fight and kill other people, to get over the loss of his family didn't register in his mind. Aevar didn't care, he just wanted something to happen. He wanted to feel the rush of a battle. I want to stand in a shieldwall and brace against an enemy. The rush when a larger opponent strikes at you and when you lock swords with an enemy. I want to see them fear me again. But he didn't want to fight for the Imperials or the Stormcloaks. He wanted to fight for himself, or maybe these people would become great friends.
One foot landed heavy on the floorboards, followed slowly by the other. Aevar approached the three he had been inspecting while he ate, sitting down opposite the one he suspected to be their leader. His backpack landed heavy on the table and the axe was laid in front of him. Slowly, he folded his hands, rested them on the table and looked at the orc for a moment, clenching his jaw. He inspected her for a moment, then shifted his gaze to the redguard and did the same. Finally, he looked at the woman in front of him.
"Who are you?" The question was simple, but probably didn't make a lot of sense. That didn't matter though, Aevar didn't give her the opportunity to reply just yet. "I've been listening to your conversation for quite a while now. From what I gathered, I assume that you are a...." He paused and looked at the orc and the redguard again, wondering how to word his sentence. "Group with certain abilities and contracts." Aevar let that hang in the air for a moment, letting them think about it. "If that proves to be true... I possess certain abilities and skills," His eyes moved to his axe for a couple of seconds to let them know what he was talking about, "That I believe you can utilize."
Aevar let out a long breath, looked at the orc and the redguard once more and then back at the woman in front of him. He silently and patiently waited for an answer, his intense eyes fixed at the person opposite him and his head cocked a little to the side.