OOC: Hot. Karst is always epic to cameo. :shifty:

IC: Zelric watched in surprise as she just stayed there, drawing her blade slowly, as Craine continued to look down at the scroll with no care as to what she was probably planning to do with the thing. However, as Menelri had the blade drawn out, she suddenly seemed to just lose it. Letting her blade slide back into its sheathe roughly, she fell to the floor, screaming painfully. Nothing out of the ordinary was seen, so her cause of pain wasn't explainable. Naturally, Zelric would be attempting to ask what was wrong, but he just stood there, reptillian slits of black in his eye thinned as he was staring into space. Craine looked up at Menelri, and then to Zelric, who looked frightened beyond belief. "Ah...eh...a-ah...." Zelric stuttered, and Raminus backed up from the two. Putting his scaled hands up to his head, he hung it over and began to shake and stifle a scream of his own. It wasn't pain, but something else that made him scream so. Craine looked at him with interest, as if now he was truly interested in the young Argonian.

"Young Zelric?" He asked, his voice still sounding bored and distinguished. The Argonian did not reply, and stopped quivering to look up, his eyes looking less primal than they were but a second or two ago. His hand was seemingly taped to his mouth, and he let it fall on Menelri. That....didn't just happen...I know it didn't... He thought, ignoring the fact that it did indeed happen. Creeping his hands down upon Menelri, they glowed with a soft restorative light, soothing her. "It's...it's okay, Menelri."

Instead of questioning the nature of Zelric's little disturbance, Craine looked back down at the scroll and spoke. "Little Menelri is a convict, yes. You see the collar placed upon her? Well, it's a recent invention of the Elder Council, and apparently they like to test their inventions on recently 'freed' convicts. Menelri won't be free until she completes her mission, which is yours, Zelric. Do you understand..?"

The Argonian looked at him with a discouraged look, and then slowly hid his eyes from the man. "Come on, Menelri. Let's go..."

Raminus stood by the portal, but Zelric shook his head, but kept his eyes hidden. "No. Let our group speak in peace to decide what we're doing, ok..? I would feel better...if we're left alone, you know..." He said, and Raminus looked to the Arch-Mage, who nodded ever so slightly.

"...Go ahead, Zelric. Our hopes are placed on your group."

...My group? When was this my group? I'm only a kid, a teenager. Melanarde is the most capable....isn't she?

Fears shifted uncomfortably when he answered Melenarde. "It is cruel, but I can see their reasoning. You see, Miss Menelri is prone to....outbursts; our friend Sheogorath has had his way with her. She once demolished an entire town, people and all. It wasn't her fault. She had no idea what she was doing, and they tried to kill her first. It happened a long time ago... before..." here he traced the scar on his arm through his cloak. He stopped and looked into Melenarde's eyes. "Please don't hold it against her. I actually saw her do it, and I can forgive her. You can too." Fears shook his head sadly. He wondered what Menelri was doing at the moment, what they needed her for beyond the portal.

OOC: sorry if my RPing's not as good as it once was. It's been a while.

OOC: I'm back! Not sure where to go with this, so I'll just continue with the last thing I did and go with whatever happens then.

Also, I changed some of my character's equipment after a bit of impulse spending in the Imperial City market.


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IC:
When Miak walked into the King and Queen tavern, she drew a few curious stares from the seated patrons. A few adventurers or soldiers walking into the place with armor and weapons wasn't unusual, but the young orc looked particularly outlandish. Around the neck and waist of the cuirass were some charms made of shells, teeth, feathers, and bones that made her look like a savage in spite of her non-orcish face and calm demeanor. Miak had recieved the armor from somone else, and didn't even know what animal half of them came from, but she liked them and so left them on. It did make it a bit awkward coming into a civilized place like this though.

Miak sat down at the bar near Kituo, glancing at the Cathay's impressive armament before turning around to face the door. She peered around the room and saw that none of the group were there yet. Melanarde did say the King and Queen tavern, right? She wondered. It was almost noon, so they still could come later. Or they could have decided against taking her along or had a change of plans. She hoped not, because she was actually getting pretty curious about this whole cult thing, and on the heels of shopping in the market district was in a good mood.

While she waited, she took out her purchase and admired it. It was a medium sized bow, made from laminated shells. It was light and easy to use, and decently powerful for its size. She'd had one like it before, but it wore out and in Cyrodiil she hadn't found anyone to repair or replace it, so she had to get rid of it. Still, Miak thought as she ran her hand along the new one, she probably paid too much for it. The shifty little wood elf who sold it to her probably knew there weren't many like it around here. Between that, the arrows, and a few health potions, she was down to only a hundred septims left even after selling her javelins. Miak shrugged and resumed her watch over the room, hoping that the group would enter and the prospect of work and payment along with it.

Kituo set the first bottle of beer out of the way and pulled the first one closer. "Don't know why you're telling me this," he muttered, as if it was some utter inconvenience. He raised the bottle and took a long drink, more from feeling sluggish than from actually drinking a lot of his beer. "I'm not exactly in the position to be offering jobs. Not that they'd be the safe stuff a parent wants. Unless you're one crazy parent." He lightly flicked the armor plate on his chest with the hand laying on the counter, just barely over the edge.

Name:Taleos
Gender:* male

Race:* Bosmer

Age:* 30 (looks like an Imperial teenager nearing advlthood.)

Height:* 5'1, thin in the shoulders

weight: 110 pounds

Eye Color:* hazel

Hair Style:* redish crimson hair, about neck length

Skin Color:* slightly tanned

Class:*thief(custom style)

Class Focus:* entering houses/stores, stalking those with valuable items(usually dwarven items) and talking his way out, if that fails, then brute force usually follows

Major Skills:* Blade, Acrobatics, light armor, speech craft, sneak, security,

Sign:* The Thief

General Appearance:* A pair of hazel eyes are always darting around, set deep in the skull, with gaunt cheeks and a jutted chin. This is complemented by a long mop of unkept crimson hair, that shines in the sunshine. No fat can be found anywhere on his body, due mainly to the life he lives, he often hangs low in abanded forts to avoid the law.

Tattoos/Scars: no tattoos, one scar going across entire left side of face(healed, only a thin white line)

Weapons: a steel dagger, and a dwarven shortsword

Spells: healing spells, flare, and night eye

Mental Description: Taleos is nearly always calm, laid back, and friendly. That is, outside of dangerous situations. He often is optimistic, focusing on the good things, rather than the bad things. When out on the road, his eyes dart back and forth, always scanning for trouble. He has an affinity for dwarven artifacts, and is willing to steal for one of them if he has to. He likes friends, and is loyal to the end, though always likes to have fun with them, even if its just a sly comment and the like. He reacts quicker than he thinks, so he often runs into trouble sooner or latter

hey guys, im going on a long vacation and so i think its gonna be best for me to withdraw from this rp, you guys can either ignore my posts or rp him, either way. sorry for the trouble

ooc: Aw, okay. Well, come back when you're.. well.. back.

ic: Melanarde nodded thoughtfully at Fears's words. "Demolished a whole town? That little girl?" she asked, then laughed softly and shook her head, "People are never simple to read these days. Back when I was born, Bruma was a tiny Nordic settlement. Now it's a fully fledged city. And.. now we have cute homicidal maniacs."

Looking over to Fin, she nodded to the gems and asked, "So, how much do you want for those?"
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Menelri sobbed, but did so let loudly as Zelric soothed her pain. She stumbled to her feet and held onto the side of Zel's robes for support, crying and shaking, yet saying nothing.

As they stepped through the portal and appeared in the lobby, Mel looked at Menelri and she adopted a concerned look. The little elf didn't look well off; she looked a combination of confused, dazed and in pain. Her crying and shaking added to this effect. Walking over to the girl, she knelt by her and took one of her small hands.

"Are you okay, Menelri? What happened?" Mel asked as gently as she could. Menelri looked into Mel's red eyes as her own leaked water and her lip quivered. She just shook her head and tugged at her collar gently. Melanarde got the message right away and sighed. "Damn.." she muttered, then looked to Zelric, "What happened? What did she do to prompt its activation?"
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Karst laughed at Kituo's mention of not having jobs a parent would want. She hadn't been asking him to fix her problem, but she felt a bit happy he'd thought about it a little. She took a swig of fire water and sighed.

"Well, I know the jobs you're talkin' about, Kit; I used to be the type of girl people came to for those jobs. That was.. before I got knocked up and had Ra'Veldas. I've fought Daedra, been in Mehrunes Dagon's realm of Oblivion and helped close at least fifteen Gates during the Crisis. I found it all rather exciting, but.. now that I'm a mother, I have to be responsible.. sadly. I used to be damn good with bow and blade, actually." she told him thoughtfully, then smiled. "One of these days maybe I'll take up my gear again and go kill stuff. I'm only thirty-four and I'm half elven; I got a looong time left. I'm sure I'm boring you, but.. I have so few people to talk to these days; most of my friends went off other places. All I have now for friends is an Argonian alchemist and damn it I love him."

The small woman looked up as the prettiest Orc she ever saw walked into the bar and sat down at the bar near them. She got up and walked over a couple passed-out bodies to get to the bar. Once she was behind it, she smiled at the woman and looked at her bow, then at her. "Nice bow there. What can I get you, ma'am?"

"She....drew her blade on the Arch-Mage. However she didn't have any time to do anything with it, as the color activated right then." Zelric explained, and looked down at her. "The Arch-Mage said...that Menelri is on this mission to save herself. She's doing this for her own freedom." He revealed, before looking at Melanarde with his own eyes. Something didn't seem quite right about Zelric, partly because of what had just taken place. He lacked the certain luster in his eyes that he had before. "Melanarde. He's going to anolyze the scroll. ...I think we should look around the Imperial City, ask some people questions. After that, he regained his charm. "Hey, and maybe we can have some drinks at the tavern that we were supposed to meet Miak at, hmm? Come on, Menelri! That'll cheer you up, right?"

Then he looked to the others. "How about you guys? Care to join us?"

Fin looked down at the startlingly cute homicidal maniac. He grunted. "I've seen worse and more disturbing, not to mention creepy." He turned to Melanarde. "Hmph, Im probably getting ripped off, but anywhere between 2 and 3 thousand septims would be suitable." With that matter finished, he turned again to Zelric. "I'm in. I could do with a few drinks, and it looks like you could use an extra set of claws." Another rat scurried by, trying to get past him fast enough. He slammed his powerful tail down on it and watched it skid, uncouncious, across the floor and thunk into the door.

Fears nodded and said, "I will join you, if you would permit me. I've promised to help Miss Menelri with her... situation, and since she's going with you, I wouldn't be much help here would I?" Fears looked over at Menelri and smiled softly. He then returned his red eyes back onto Zelric, tilting his head quizzicaly (an annoying habit) and asked, "So? May I join you in your mission against the Twin Moons?"

"Um...of course. I mean, we're going to need all the help we can get, right?" Zelric said, and patted Menelri on the head. "So I guess it's settled then, huh? I think I have about 100 septims or more...Melanarde, you have lots of money on you right? Are you going to buy the gem?" He asked her, intrigued as to what she would do with it.

"Mead." Miak said, still looking just a bit past the barmaid as if speaking to herself. She had decided to relax and have a cold drink rather than stare at the door, and had just made up her mind when Karst approached her. She shook her head and smiled at her own distraction, before addressing the Khajiit properly.

"Sorry... I mean, I'll have a bottle of mead. And thank you about the bow. It is well made." Something about her bold outfit and manner made Miak think that she was more capable with a weapon than a dishrag, but she seemed friendly. Miak found herself staring at her snowy white face in recognition. So she was a beast with a human face, or elven maybe. Like herself.

As Karst got the mead Miak, curious, simply stated, "You have an interesting face. In this city are there many people of," She looked down briefly finding her words, "different races?" Miak knew some people didn't like talking about something like that but the Khajiit didn't seem that type to her.

Kituo unhanded his beer for once and picked up his sword. "I'm most certain that Dagon is not very pleased with me, either. But I'm perfectly pleased to watch him try to get me." He slid the blade only slightly out of its sheath, looking at it intently. The weapon looked perfectly normal, until he agitated it with a bit of magicka. It glowed a slight red before he jammed it back inside. "I used my sigil stone better than some. I had... allies with me the other times, and they wanted shares, too. Ah well."

He shifted the blade to one hand and took another long drink, letting the drink come down quickly afterwards. "I'd likely best be off soon. I was sent to investigate something. Perhaps you would be able to help. I am sure you may have heard something, being in such a... public area as this." His eyes passed over her body up to her face again.

Menelri smiled a little nervously at being patted on the head, but enjoyed the positive attention nonetheless. She looked up at Fin, then at Mel and Zelric, then looked over to Fears and scurried over to him, hugging him about the waist.

"I'd love to have you along, Fears." she told him, "After all, you're my first real friend.." After this, she looked to Melanarde and Zelric then made herself smile a little. "I'd love something to drink. You think they have rum?"

Melanarde laughed and smiled at this, then nodded. "I hope so. Let's get going. I'd hate to make Miak and Taleos wait on us too long. As for the gems, I ought to save my money for other expenses. If we go by Skingrad where I've got all the rest of my gold, I'll buy them, though."
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Karst listened to both Miak and Kituo at the same time, a skill she'd acquired years ago while working with a group of people where from time to time everyone liked to talk all at the same time. She flicked her tail idly under her skirt as she walked back and got a mead, chilled it and set it down in front of the Orsimer woman. She first looked over to Kituo and laughed. "Gimme a second, Kit." she said, then nodded to the Orc woman.

"My father was a Dunmer." she informed Miak, then raised an eyebrow and asked, "And you?"

OOC: [This OOC is meaningless.]

IC: [This IC is meaningless, too.] Zelric smiled in his reptilian way toward the others, nodding to the door. "I guess we're off, then. Perhaps when we get done with our business in the Imperial City we can head to your house for funds. If this job is really as serious as it sounds, however, we might not have the time." He said, walking out of the building casually, flipping his black scarf across his torso, so that both ends of the accessory were drooping over his back. The sun was beginning to rise higher into the sky, as it was about noon already. "Let's hope we don't get told off when we get there, eh?" Zelric asked cheerfully, heading down the stony steps.

Fears was a little stunned when Menelri hugged him. He'd never been the touchy-feely type and was unprepared for it. Nonetheless, he hugged her back, though a little awkwardly, and said to Zelric, " In that case, I'm ready. I haven't been to the Imperial city in a long time. Being a wanderer has it's downsides," he said with a reptilian grin.

He looked around at the rest of the group. "We must appear quite an oddity." he remarked,

"Three Argonians, an Altmer, and a Bosmer. And lets face it, I wouldn't think any of us have trouble standing out in a crowd. You, Zelric, your clothes have managed to stay perfectly clean, Fin, with your scars, you'll be drawing some attention from those who are looking for a fight, Miss Menelri and Melenarde here are rather pretty, and then there's me walking around in a full cloak, and covered with tribal patterns. I think someone's definitely going to notice." He then shrugged. "Ahh, don't listen to me. I'm just getting paranoid. So! Where are we off to next, young Zelric?"

OOC: Being able to participate in two completely different conversations at once is a convenient skill for both bartenders and roleplayers

IC: Miak shook her head, and replied "I never knew my parents, so I don't know. Some people I've met think I'm half elven, some think half human. I always think I'll have to wait until I'm older. In ten or twenty years if I still look like this, then it's elven, right?" She shrugged, and took out her pack to root around for her coins. With a thanks and a nod she paid Karst and took a drink from her mead. It was slightly sweet, and very refreshing.

She turned to face both Karst and Kituo. The larger Khajiit looked like he might be in a bad mood, and Miak didn't want to make trouble if she could help it. To both, she said "I didn't mean to interrupt you. I'm actually waiting for someone here, so I don't want to miss them. Excuse me." She bowed her head slightly again, and turned to watch over the room while enjoying her drink.

ooc: Ack! Almost forgot about this RP. ><

Anywhoo, AMZ asked me to tell y'all good people that he's not going to be able to be here much for a while due to real-life issues. He said he might pop in to post now and then, but for now, since we're just off to the bar, he's let me take young Zelric under my wing as a third character. I'll need to get hold of him for plot advancements, though, since I have no idea what he has planned for this.

ic: Zelric looked to Fears and nodded thoughtfully. "Perhaps, but it's not like we're trying to sneak about, yes? For now, we're off to.." he looked over to Melanarde's flame-colored form, looking a bit embarrassed. "Uhm.. Melanarde, where were we going to meet again?"

"The King and Queen Tavern in the Elven Gardens District." Melanarde replied without hesitation, but with a soft, reassuring smile towards the scholarly reptile. "And don't look so embarrassed. It's not like you need to commit such things to memory. That's my job." she added, then knelt by Menelri, looking up into the small woman's eyes.

The girl looked scared, but it was more the kind of scared seen in a child experiencing something they both can't control and don't understand. Her greenish-yellow eyes were wide and she had her arms around Fears, her head nestled in the side of his ribcage. Gently, Melanarde touched the Bosmer's shoulder and looked up at her, meeting her eyes when she looked over at being touched.

"I don't know what you did to earn that collar, but I think that if you're careful in what you do, you'll not find much to fear from it, okay?" the Altmer spoke softly, like a mother to a child, "Just think before you let emotion get the best of you and you should be fine. I'll do my best to keep you safe, understand, little Menelri?"

There was a small pause in which Menelri looked Melanarde over, trying to judge her motives. After she was satisfied the woman meant her no harm, she spoke softly but forcefully. "I'm not little."

Melanarde smiled, then squeezed the girl's shoulder. "Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. It was meant as a term of endearment, but I won't use it again if you don't like it. Can I just call you Menni, then?" she said, and the small Bosmer nodded cautiously. Mel's forwardness and the fact that she was a stranger to Menelri made her wary after what had just happened to her, but she didn't want to do anything rash lest she get tortured again for it. "Good. Tell you what, I'll buy you whatever you want at the tavern, okay?" Mel looked to Fears and added, "You too. I'm buying the whole group lunch, and if you're coming, you're part of the group."

"Thank you, miss Melanarde." she spoke courteously, just like the people in the Prisons had taught her to do. It was a bit ironic that Melanarde was the one making Menelri nervous after what had happened when she had first entered the lobby.

"Shall we be off, then?" Zelric asked, then smiled a bit and looked to Melanarde, "Would you mind terribly if I asked you about how you enchanted your body? I've never tried such a thing, but it sounds.. dangerous."

Standing, Mel chuckled in a dignified manner and smiled slightly. "Sure, and fire away."

"Wonderful! First of all, did it hurt at all? What kind of souls did you use to do it and where'd you get them? How long has it been like this? Any side effects?" Zelric began shooting off questions excitedly as they left and descended the steps on their way into town.

As the two mages walked off together, Menelri let go of Fears and looked up at him. "So, why'd you decide to stay with me? Nobody ever has before.." she said with a mixture of happiness at this fact and sadness that he was the first.
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Karst nodded and took the money from Miak when she placed it on the counter and excused herself. Putting it in the jewelry box under the counter, she turned to Kituo and walked over to him, plopping down in the chair."Sorry about that. Anyway.." she leaned over, giving him the same lovely view as before as she rested her elbows on the table and her chin in her palms. "What did you need to know?" she asked kindly, "I've heard tons of things, some of the more interesting ones I might remember with a reminder."

ooc: Couldn't think of much to do with fuzzy girl..

The large Khajiit leaned forward, pushing the bottle out to the side as he advanced across the counter. "I've been sent to uncover some information about a cult," he said, quietly, the decrease in volume contradicted by an increase in roughness. "I have been given the name... Twin Moons. Does that mean anything to you?" He returned to his previous posture to take a drink, and then returned to the slightly uncomfortable position.

Fears hesitated for a second before answering her. Why did I stay?Why did I follow her in the first place? To Menelri he said smiling, "Because I keep my promises. I made you a promise to stay, and so I will, until you see fit for me to leave." he gently tugged her in the direction Zelric and the others were going. "COme. We wouldn't want to be late for our lunch."

OOC: Grah. I need a CC, check the fourth page of Rewriting History(Thread 2) for my reasons. If you have questions as to his werewolfiness, He can control the change most of the time, except for full moons(Should one occur in the story). Generally speaking, hes weakened if he resists due to the concentration required to pull that off. (This is due to me wishing to balance myself out a bit.) I will respond to PMs for the next few days if you have a question. Next few meaning two and a half.

Name: Zi’Jar

Gender: Male

Race: Khajiit

Age: 37

Height: 5’9

Eye Color: One eye emerald green, the other light blue.

Hair Style: Light Grey Dreadlocks (Medium Length, not too long, not too short, until the back of his head, where they are short dreadlocks.)

Skin Color: Grey, almost charcoal in color, with lighter stripes across his body.

Class: Raider

Class Focus: Fast, quick combat, mixed with just a bit of magic and guile.

Major Skills: Spear, Light Armor, Illusion, Blunt, Marksman, Athletics, Speechcraft

Sign: The Lady

General Appearance: A dark furred, tall Khajiit is the most basic description of Zi’Jar. His dreadlocks are medium length in the front, getting shorter as they go back. He has multiple whip scars across his back from where he was forced into slavery. His eyes are two different colors; by far his most striking feature.

Tattoos/Scars: Whip lashings across his back from his days as a slave, and a tribal marking on his left shoulder.

Weapons: Iron Spear, 4 iron throwing axes, and a silver mace.

Spells: Blind, Light, a short duration version of Chameleon.

Mental Description: Tough, mentally solid. His days as a slave made him tough and cruel, but there are situations that will turn him from a cruel combatant to a kind friend. Once you gain his trust, he will be a faithful companion.

Brief History: At a young age, his coastal village was raided by Imperial Mercenaries smuggling slaves into Vvardenfel. The Dunmer forced him to work, for he was and is a strong capable Khajiit. Multiple times he refused his masters, giving reason for the whip scars across his back. Finally, has escaped one night, killed his Dunmer master, and bought passage off of Vvardenfel on a Merchant Vessel to Cyrodiil. He now makes a living off hunting and random extermination jobs.

OOC: I'll try to make this entrance as smooth as humanly possible.

It was a rather hot day in the Imperial City; many residents opted for the indoors rather than the oppresive heat and sunshine. Zi'Jar, however, was not one such citizen. His days in his coastal village had made such heat waves commonplace, and they didn't phase him in the least. However, the heat of the day was the least of his worries. His extermination jobs had become less and less frequent, due to the fact of some cult raiding creature's lairs and taking them for themselves. This had become quite the problem, because without major jobs such as these, his cash reserves would soon run dry, leaving him with nothing but whatever he carried with him on his back.

He made his way to the Waterfront District, were his "office" of sorts was located. After a quick run through the Merchants Quarter, he turned down a sidestreet, making his way to the gates leading the the bridge connecting the Waterfront to the rest of the city. Home sweet home. He crossed the bridge, nodding to a few fishermen who were perched on the edge of the bridge, trying their best to bring fish for the market and money for their families. He quickly jogged up the stairs and turned left, passing through the large opening at the far end of the guard post. His home was straight ahead, and as he came closer, he noticed a note pinned on his door with a small cloth bag attached at the bottom.

"Dear Zi'Jar,

Nest of rather nasty rats in the King and Queen's Tavern, I expect the 50 gold here will be a large enough payment to cover expenses."

There was no name written on the letter.

Strange...Usually the LEAST I'm given is a name...

Either way, he still had a job to do. He quickly unlocked the door, ran inside, grabbed his gear, and made his way back to the inside of the Imperial City to take care of this little infestation.

OOC: I'M OLD GREGG!!!

...Seriously though, I'm back, if not for bits and pieces. School's not even in session yet and I'm busy. x.x

IC: Zelric and the others continued on their way to the King and Queen's Tavern, with stray beggars glancing at them as they passed. They refrained from doing the usual routine, stepping forward to ask for money. As they strode by them, though, Zelric gazed at them as they fell behind, shrinking in the distance. "Hey Melanarde...do we look...threatening or something? Those beggars didn't even bother to ask us for money. I mean, you must look quite rich to them..." He said, sounding worried for some reason. The young Argonian felt that if the group looked threatening enough, it might hurt their chances of gathering useful information. Either that, or it could end up helping their chances. It really depended on who was being questioned. "Oh well. Ooh, hey! We're here..!" Zelric raised his voice in excitement, bursting through the entryway at once, only to come in and crash into a Nordic man that was on his way out after a good hour of service.

"Watch it, lizard man." He mumbled, thrusting him aside to continue out of the door. Zelric flew to the side and toppled over a chair, falling over it.

"Oww..." He moaned, rolling backwards onto his feet. Standing up, he brushed off his robe and looked out to the couple of people that stared at him, wondering why someone like him would come in a tavern like that. "Um...nothing to see here, it's all good." He said calmly, but he was still being stared at. "...I said stop looking at me!!" He demanded, and eventually the tavern goers went back to their preferred beverages. The Argonian sighed and shivered a little, before taking a seat in the thankfully empty chair he had just fell over.

Zi'Jar made his way to the entrance of the King And Queen's Tavern, and opened the door. He asked around if the patrons had noticed a rat problem, and strangely, no one had even the slightest idea of what he was talking about.

Strange... A note with no purpose, and for some reason, someone had taken the effort to plant it and the gold on his front door...

Just as he was walking up to the bar, a large Nord walked past him, seeming somewhat drunk and irritated, and quickly walked to the door. Upon his arrival however, an Argonian in robes opened the door and walked in. The Nord just shoved him aside, making his way out. The Argonian tumbled over a chair, making a commotion none of the Tavern could just ignore. They all stared at him for awhile, until he insisted they did the opposite. Finally, the tavern reverted back to its calm, normal state.

Zi'Jar ordered two ales, one for him, and one for this seemingly hated Argonian in the corner. He walked over, the two drinks in hand, and sat down beside the Argonian.

"Here friend, you all right? Perhaps you could use a drink?"

Zelric was about to say that he didn't like ale, but when the thought of refusing a drink already purchased for him, he decided better of it. "Um...sure." He said hesitantly, forcing a smile. He took the ale from the Khajiit's grasp slowly, and took a sip before setting it down on the wooden table he rested his arms upon.

"Actually, my friends and I are here to meet some other friends...and I'm ok. Apparently it happens all the time in a city like this...right? I came from Leyawiin, and I haven't traveled in a good while. I remember that the city was much less pushy...you know? But then again, I am still quite young..." He rambled a little, taking another small sip of the ale. It didn't taste too bad, but he'd prefer wine over anything else alcoholic. "What are you here for? I don't see many people with gear such as yours walk into a tavern only for a drink...is the city that dangerous?" He asked, making small talk. He glanced over at Melanarde again, and then around the tavern a little. There was another buff Khajiit...and a Khajiiti barmaid.