Arya tutted at the words 'daedric weapon'. She had only come across a few in her time, but they all led to trouble. She glanced at Rashad out of the corner of her eye. She hadn't noticed a huge change in him, but now he had said that Arya intended to keep a close eye on him. The she-khajit felt like she owed this one something. Perhaps the pity he had shown her, or more to the fact.. The fact he hadn't sliced her head off when she had revealed who she was.
"I've slept in worse places" Arya hissed at the Imperial.
She rest her back up against the cart and sighed as she crossed her arms.
"How much further?" She asked impatiently. Tiredness was beginning to take it's toll on her.
SilverEye sensed Adruel's unease as he began looking out at the wilds. For a fleeting moment, she felt like their eyes locked, but it was enough to stir that memory. Silver blinked as she realized who they were keeping company with now.
"So, the old Imperial lives..." She muttered to herself. "Things certainly will be interesting here on..."