As Fadril walked into the Bloated Float, he was instantly reminded why he didn't like the place much.
Smells like Khajiit, he thought to himself. He blinked his eyes and wrinkled his nose, attempting to regain his senses, for the smell had hit him like a wall. He succeeded, and walked to a table in the corner, where he placed his pack on the floor and sat down. Not 5 seconds after taking a seat, a rather tall Nord began ordering the barkeeper around, in an usually loud voice.
"He acts as if he owns this place," he commented to himself. After the man's orders were fulfilled, he called over the barkeeper and ordered a drink. "Mazte, if you have it, lukewarm."
The barkeeper looked at him with interest, but said nothing, and shuffled away to the back room. Fadril began to sip his drink upon the bartender's return, and looked thoughtfully at the Nord, certain he had seen him before. He resolved to keep a close eye on this man.