*A Nord comes out from the forest, his unusual black hair slightly ruffled, dragging a Sabre Cat behind him* What was that madman talking about? Couldn't understand a word he said.

"Ah, a new member to join the Great Battle, presumably. I am Tristane, of Black Marsh. All there is to say for myself is that I am a hunter and trader of fine animal pelts."

Phelan smiles and roughly drops the sabre cat. "Well, then. You'll never find a warmer coat of fur than this. This is a snowy sabre cat, hailing from skyrim's coldest regions. Why it is this far south is beyond me." 

"Ah, a very clean kill as well, hardly any cuts or bruises" Trsitane says while inspecting the fur. "Perhaps I could pay... say 45 septims." He pulls out a small bag full of septims and starts rummaging through the heap of coins. He then holds out a handful of them to Phelan.