Farkas was standing near Belethor's General Goods, his sharp blue eyes scanning the streets of Whiterun. It's been a while since he was given a mission or a bounty and he could already feel the beast within; stirring, itching for battle.

Then, a stranger approached the market, clearly unfamiliar with the city. Farkas eyed Jais up and down, a deep frown on his face.

"You’re not from around here, are you? What brings you to Skyrim?"

His voice is deep and steady, with a rough, gravelly edge.