An Imperial Legionnaire

There was an Imperial legionnaire standing outside of your tent overlooking your burnt out campfire, at least it isn't a wolf or bandits.

Still nervous, but knowing that you aren't in immediate danger, you put the dagger away and make yourself known.

"What are you doing out here? You aren't after this one are you?" You ask, both out of genuine curiosity and to try to ease tension.

The man appears startled upon hearing you speak, he backs away from the tent and places his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"What is your name Khajiit, are you a bandit? What are you doing out here?" He asks, ready to unsheath his blade at any moment.

Not wanting to start anything, you put your hands up and exit the tent.

"This one is called Sanna La'bhi, no, she is not a bandit nor does she wish to harm you, there is no need for that." You say, glancing at the mans sword.

He eases up, crossing his arms and looking you up and down, seeing that he doesn't seem too tense, you put your hands down.

"Very well, but you still didn't specify why you're out here in the middle of nowhere, the West Weald isn't the safest place in Cyrodiil."

You ponder for a moment if what youre doing is exactly legal, crossing the border was iffy, but you fully intended to check in at a census office as soon as you found one, and you havent stolen anything in your short time in Cyrodiil, and camping should be fine, but from what this Imperial is saying, it makes you look kind of suspicious.

You begin to wonder if you should tell the truth or not...