An Imperial man by the name of AndyTbone wearing Fur Boots, Fur Pants, a Huntsman Vest, a short sword of some kind, a small leather bag/sack on his belt and a pair of iron shackles hanging off his belt, walks into the Inn, looks around and finds an empty table.

He starts to walk to the table while he looks around the room at all the people's faces, as though he is looking for someone. He sits down at his table and continues to look around the room at everyone, thoroughly studying their faces. Then he pulls a rolled up piece of paper from his belt and looks at it.

Thee Zombie from the other night blunders in. At first it seems as if it has nothing to do, but then it wanders over to a table and seats itself, drooling onto the wooden surface and drawing many stares from disgusted customers. the zombie shrugs. "Me no can do help stinky" it says.

A Nord named Ulricht enter the Drunken Dragon. He recently have been kicked out the Fighter guild because he had a "different" with Bolor at Lewawiin, a wood elf claimming he was tougher than an orc. Ulricht decided to test him out and and well, Bolor ended in a pile of bones half pitched on the wall or the Fighter guild hall. Ulricht already had problems with Rhano in Anvil but Ulricht had more regards towards Redguards than fluffy Wood elves.

-Four Ale! here! said ulricht toward the barman.

-Hum Sir, you don't look seems to be able to drink anymore tonight! said the barman

-Your gonna gimme those god-damn Ale by Ismir, or you won't be able to serve drink anymore! said Ulricht.

-Uhm, sir excuse me, a mysterious high elf said to ulricht, your going to leave ...now.

-Who are you stupid sissy elf?

-I'm goign to be a problem If you don't leave this man alone, said the mage, calmly.

-We are gonna see that!

Ulricht jump in the High Elf face but this one called a shield just before and Ulricht is stacked down on the ground 10 feet away.

-Stupid mage's trick! We are gonna see if you can defend yourself agains't that!

Ulricht take his mundane ring as well his sunfire ring and his frost claymore.

Then a rarely violent scene begin in the Druken Dragon Inn were wish finish by the death of the High Elf ( Yeah, the Altmer cast out a fireball wich he recieve his the face because of a reflect spell) and a wounded but happy Nord.

-I'm gonna drink else where! This place is not even decent for Goblins here! said Ulricht

-Hey! Your gonna pay the reparation of my Bar! said the barman

-Just loot that damn high elf and go sell his stuff to I dunno where!

This was just an other incident among the many others who are going to be in a lil bar we know well.

"The High Elf went to bed about a post ago" said the Zombie, who's only purpose is to really keep things in shape while Cirali has his nap until midnight.

AndyTbone watches the little altercation involving the drunk Nord from his seat, not close enough to have heard what was said, but a little curious as to how often this sort of thing happened around here, as he was not from this part of the land.

I think I should start writting : Ulricht and the Three Omen adventures!

There is a storm raging on the windows of the Drunken Dragon Inn. Everyone knows this isn't normal, for rain doesn't usually come around this time of the year. It must be Sheogorath's doing or a wizard playing around with his spells. The door then bursts open. Standing in the doorway is a creature never seen by the people of Cyrodiil. People gasp and rush to grab their weapons. A Dunmer women shouts out that it is a Daedra. Other men disagree. It has almost no similarities to a Daedra except for its blood red eyes. A man screams, "It is a Kamal from the land of Akavir! Akatosh save us!" The Kamal ignores the man's screams, sits down at the counter, and orders an ale.

It starts to get late pretty quickly. Cirali wanders down the stairs, two hours early, but this is because he wants to pick out his prey carefully. Cirali moves quickly until he sees AndyTBone, at which point he stops dead.

Lol

AndyTbone looks up at the person standing near his table looking at him, he then looks down at the piece of paper in his hand then back the the person's face, then back at the paper.
Scrawled on the paper is a picture of this person with the name 'Cirali' and some official writing at the bottom of the page. It is an arrest warrant for one Cirali.

the man in black grunts loudly as he falls off his stall waking himself with a start, his eyes darting around the room, ' i could of sworn that breton was here' he mumbles whilst rearanging his robe

OOC: awesome avvy

Neekum-Kai, who had remained silent, even throughout his rejection, finished his wine, and proceeded to the bathroom. On his way, he noticed that Cirali had left his door open. At this stage, there was no doubt in his mind who the vampire was. All the same, he couldn't slay him in the Inn, as it would compromise his identity and the Order as a whole. Still, it couldn't hurt to have a look around his room. He was a skilled spy, so he walked like a shadow. He saw that Cirali slumbered soundly. He opened the set of drawers, and to confirm his previous suspicion, found a still pulsating human heart...

A dark elf now walks in, wearing the deepest black armor in all of Cyrodiil. Two scimitars hung at either side of the elf's hips. He purchased a whole bottle of wine and went to a table in the corner. There he sat, sipping his wine, and observing all the people in the Inn. Some might recognize the elf, as he is a regular to the Drunken Dragon.

As the most recent patron enters the Inn, AndyTbone quickly looks at the black armor wearing dark elf's face and then at the second arrest warrant he is holding, but the elf does not match the description,.

So he goes back to wondering what in Cyrodil is going on at this Inn. And knowing he has found where Cirali has been staying, and wondering if he is the only person looking for him.

He pulls out a third piece of paper from his belt and reads through it, it is a briefing on the Cirali case, and it states that there may in fact, be various non-government organizations hunting Cirali.

Cirali recognised the man at the table. Of course, how could he not have recognised him? the man had searched for him for nearly a month, never catching sight of Cirali, but Cirali would watch him from the shadows.

They couldn't touch him in the inn, though. But as Cirali backed up towards his room, he saw the spy. Inside his room. And holding his heart.

"Ah". Cirali said. As the pair closed in on him, his excuses shot out.

"Oh, come on! I was hungry! I didn't mean- Wait! I'll pay! five hundred septims! Okay, a thousand! Three Thousand! Just please don't kill me!"

"So, bounty hunter, not on your list am I? Shame really, I was looking forward to a little action tonight" at this the Elf laughs menacingly.

"I prefer the term, 'Private Security Contractor', but no, your not on my list. But if you ever get on the bad side of the Cyrodil High Counsel, then I may be back for you one day"

Having taken the septims and pocketed them quickly. She picks the harp back up and lanches into a satire involving the mis doings of an altmer noble. Noting the goings on she keeps up the music but takes the other people's aparent distract as a chance to watch them more closely. She wasn't sure what was going on entirely but she didn't like the looks of it. It reminder her of to many situations she had found herself in, in the past.

" I'm searching a Nord named Ulricht, you havn't seen him around? My contact told me he is drunk half the time and is travelling Inn to Inn."

Cirali, in all the confusion, had managed to cast a vampire's spell. Completely invisible, he tiptoed over to the door and hoped neither the spy nor the bount hunter would hear him.

"Oh really friend, well we are in similar lines of work then..... " the elf's voice trails off, and he leans back in his seat; the shadows of the corner enveloping him.

"Ulricht? Ulricht? what does he look like?"

AndyTbone was curious as to whether or not this Ulricht character was the man he other arrest warrant was for, as this warrant only had the felon's picture and no name.

Wondering where that Cirali was and what he was planning to do to get away this time, if he hadn't already, he was definitely a slippery one.

"And mister elf, what line of work would you be in then?"

Meanwhile, the Zombie had been reading a dictionary to improve his speech, and he moved over to the Bounty Hunters.

"Uhm excooz mee" he drawled. "I havv bean having some trubble, you see, becawz somebody has stolen my beeer. she loooked like a lizeerd and she is eevil" he said intelligently.

"An alleged stolen beverage is not something people in my line of work can or will help you with. It is between you and the alleged thief....But perhaps that suspiscious person that entered the room of Cirali may, assist you"

AndyTbone stands up and walks over the the barman "Barkeep, I'll take a room for the night and I'll be back down later to continue my inquiries. You see I have to find out if this Ulricht person is the man I'm looking for and I will have to pick up Cirali's trail again as he most likely got away."

"You know barkeep, I've been following him for a month now, every stop he's made, every place he has stayed, I have been there just after he left those places. And now I have caught up with him, until now. He's most likely slithered out a window upstairs and ran off. But I'll find him again as always. Well If anyone needs me tell them I'll be back down later"

AndyTbone takes the room key and walks up the stairs and into his room for the night, revising the arrest warrant profiles of Cirali and specifically, the unknown man.