Dro'Araaj entered the house of his former, mentor, it was a large dwelling, decorated primarily by potted plants in each corner of the room. In some rooms he walls were also coated with notes and memos tacked up. Dro'Araaj smiled, his master had always been forgetful.
He could smell animal blood, and he followed the scent out back to the well maintained garden, where Eraamion, his former teacher, was pouring animal blood over some strange red grass. Dro'Araaj cleared his throat to make his prescense known. Eraamion was an old altmer, with white hair that went in every direction and wearing brown, dirt covered robes.
Eraamion looked up, "Eh, divines is that you Araaj?" he said surprised "By oblivion you look old, how long has it been, eh no matter help me water this bloodgrass,"
Dro'Araaj moved to help, "Good to see you've been taking care of yourself master, this one thinks it has been seven years since he was last here, where did you get bloodgrass? this one thought it was native to a plane of oblivion."
"Seven years, really?" Eraamion replied, "Oh and cut out that third person nonsense, I know I taught you to speak properly," he finished pouring the blood then wiped the sweat from his brow, "Got the bloodgrass from a friend of mine in the psijic order, he also gave me some harrada but it wouldn't let me near it to water it," he said, motioning towards some dead vines in the corner of the garden.
"Interesting," Dro'Araaj replied, "this one, er, I wish I could stay longer but he-I'm here on business, could some friends of mine spend a night or two here?"
"Certainly, friends of yours are friends of mine, I'm sure I've got a spare room they can stay in" Eraamion said, as they started to walk inside, "Now hows your family been, well I hope, here I'll make us some tea."