[Nathan Hunter]

Daikanos, Late afternoon, streets of valton

He listened as Wulfgar spoke to him, telling him they weren’t so different. To Daikanos it sounded like the man wanted to get him mad, so he would end his life. It wasn’t going to work.

“How many women or children I have killed?” He asked to himself. “some, in a time I had no controle over my curse. These times are over, I have payed for my sins.” He said. He noticed guards were gathering on the streets to cheer for the guards, while some other guards also seemed to be unhappy and Daikanos figured they lost a bet on how the situation would end.

“We are nothing alike apart for our skill in battle. You rob, you murder and steal from people. You are honorless and a thug. What good have you done? What have you achieved in your life? Nothing. You have only caused pain to children that no longer have a father or mother or both, parents that no longer have children, men that lost their woman or the other way around. I’m taking you to your trial so the people can humiliate you before you are executed.”

“and you are not worthy to die honorable in battle. I will not give you that pleasure. You’re punishment will be that of a lowlife scum. And now shut up.”

[STEVI INQUE]

Wolfgar. Valton. late afternoon.

Wolfgar was listening to the elf response and merely laugh at how stubborn he is.

"Shut Up? Why will I obey you like an Argonian obeying to his Dunmer master when I am going to die anyways. I am not afraid of death, and your petty threats won't do good to me. And you are wrong about being nothing alike. I can see in your eyes you have killed many; maybe for different reasons then I, but still you killed many. Even if you are trying to redeem yourself, you cannot change you are what you did permanently, and I accepted that a long time ago. Sure I may have robed, but I was given no choice, it is human and elven nature for anyone to do such if they have no other choice. After all I lived in the slums of Riften.

And you try and demonize me for causing pain to many. However everyone is capable. We mortals are all born evil, it is just where we or who raised us that changes our morality so in all of our hearts, we are all alike. And trust me, trying to humiliate me won't work."

He then laughed again.

[Tiffany Castillo]

Jormaw, Valton Keep, Afternoon.

Jormaw watched the imperial woman courtesy in response to his own gesture and happened to catch the amusing disapproval in her eyes.
Obviously she was of nibenese birth, instead of the colovian clan, he thought. The mereth originated clan had always been uptight to his kin.
"Ah it seems old Alessia Caro had set the standard for the nibenese, I see." "The manners of the colovians were much more desired."

The argonian's tongue flickered around his labial scales and back into his gob. His mind had flinched onto the ecstatic cliffracer's questions.
But before the truest answer could be expunged, his hand had moved to an odd screw on the dwemer arm. It had been steaming at the seams
since her talk with the Jarl. Decidely in repairing motion, the saxhleel had twisted it back in with a touch of his nail and hoped she didn't take offense.

'Oh yes! the questions' Jormaw focused back onto the topic at hand. "Your excellence, the gestures of you and the Jarl Spurvhauke are too
easy to tell." "A pair of marsh trolls deciding on how to eat a paatru are more quieter in such physical intent." Now that the intrigue of that
was finished, he went on to mutter the other curiousity away. "On the matter of why you might like my company. Well, things don't always work."

A slight point of pressure on the crossbow held an otherwise useless mechanism long since broken from the time of the dwemer's departure.
This rusted and scraqed spring gave it's true form away to the eagle-eyed lizard. With a simple rub it sprang loose upon the air and with natural
calculative instinct owing it's origins from Jormaw's patterned mind, the spring happened to swing upon a nearby guard's left eye with precision.

He smiled to the young woman, "Close up might be speciality at times, Tinkerwatch Princess, but it isn't my mastery."
The saxhleel jagged his spear in indication that he could at times work from range as well as he does in close encounters.
Although the argonian never really thought he was specialised in anything. He was more of a Jormaw of all Trades to himself.

[Erich Lendermon]

Jarl Spurvhuake, Gudslott Hall, Afternoon

The Jarl shook his head as Leandra departed, turning himself to replace Hrefn the raven, the stricken bird he still carried, on his throne. Radwulf waited a few moments before turning back to face his petitioners. Just long enough to sigh, while the approaching Imperial was far away not to catch it, and whisper some desperate words to his dear, departed Wife. The old Jarl coughed loudly, shuffling his tall frame about to face Titus, eyes taking in the Cyrodiil, anolysing what problems this new visitor would bring before he opened his mouth.

Clean shaven, neatly dressed. A certain light in the eye and twist in the lip told Radwulf Spruvhauke all he needed to know. From the Cyrodiil's build and swagger, Radwulf had divined the question before it had even reached Titus' lips. His reply was readied just as Titus ended his words, a polite pause given, the Jarl's face remaining unreadable.

"Well met. I'm afraid to inform you-" The Jarl began in his drawling, impeccably formal Colovian inflection, the one he saved for well-bred Cyrodiils, "that the functions of a sell-sword, as you so succinctly put it, are in short demand here in Valton. We are a young, peaceful hold. Matters of security are chiefly dealt with by the town Guard, the Captain of which is due to return from a current assignment as we speak. If it captures your interest, I am sure a man of your martial calibur would be of great use to the Guard Captain. As for freelance work, as I say, we are a peaceful hold, and there is only one outstanding issue outside of the remit of the guard, which has presently been put in the task of one Leandra, the woman you may have just seen leaving. I have placed her in charge of this business, though if it interests you, any leads you may discover would be of the greatest help to Valton. Fiona Barrow-Heart, my Court-Mage, has gone missing, you see. If you do run into any clues on that matter, or the woman herself, an equal bounty would be extended to you." Radwulf Spurvhauke finished, quite out of breath, not only from the sheer quanitiy of the words, but the effort of that cordial Cyrodiilic. In Anvil, he was a Nord among Imperials, yet in the land of his ancestors he proved quite the opposite.

[R.I.p MOmmy]

Alguidar, Hela's Foly, Late Afternoon

"The lizard, you say?" asked Alguidar, confused. He stared the hunter in the eyes for a few seconds, trying to make sense of the outlandish statement. He seemed distant, desperately needing some sleep. He could be hallucinating, randomly putting pieces of information together as his consciousness was just hanging on. It seemed very unlikely that the Argonian that had just terrorized the farm was now the healer Roymund was expecting at the inn. On the other hand, the diagnosis made sense. Alguidar barely recognized the condition due to its advanced state but now that he mentioned it, it did look like Rockjoint. Just earlier today, the hunter didn't know what it was either so someone had to tell him in the meantime. "There may be truth to the story after all." He thought, alarmed, before trying to persuade him to change his mind.

"You can't trust the lizard! He trashed my house, who knows what he wants with you now? Probably taking advantage of your state!"

Rockjoint was a common disease, easily treatable at early stages but at this point, all Alguidar could remember was something that might alleviate the symptoms.

"Listen to me! Why don't you go home now? I'll be there soon and I'll prepare something that will make you feel better. Alright?"

Edit: typo.

[Charlotte Buckley]

Theseus, Nuramon's House, Late Afternoon

Theseus awoke from his dreamless sleep with a jolt. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dulling light and he realized with a shock that he couldn't move. Panic slowly crept over the Redguard. Oh God's am I dead?!

He spotted out of the corner of his eye a Wood elf walking towards him

He's gonna slice me open and then embalm me!

"Wait I'm alive!" said Theseus, or at least that's what he wanted to said. It came out as, "Aigh Iye Ive!"

[zoe]

OOC: Do note, the Dwemer arm is under covers except when Leandra lifted her sleeve up to show it to the guards and again to scratch it, so Jormaw couldn't really have noted much in the way of screws on it, but let's say it's one down by her wrist somewhere.

Valton keep, afternoon
Leandra

The young Nibenese yawned, her shoulder steaming away steadily and calmly. An alleged ranger of all skills, then, aren't we? Ancestral Moths, those do get annoying sometimes... But then again, she was quite used to people who thought they knew her job better than she did. By now she'd taken to seeing it as more of a compliment, a sign she still didn't look creepy and unwashed enough to be considered a 'proper' mercenary, much less a proper hunter of Daedric menaces and what not. The fact she actually was one didn't mean she wanted to look the part.

"Raging racists behind closed doors we might be, but at least we developped this fun little concept of personal space down in the Heartland, y'know?" Loosening the screw that the Argonian had decided to 'fix' for whatever reason, Leandra smiled slightly. "Not that it caught on, what with how much Bretons make out, or how much Colovians shake hands in an overly firm manner, or how much Nords punch you in the face... But still, it's a fun idea to sometimes entertain."

Tilting her head slightly, she observed her new potential companion with a mixture of interest and curiosity. Much too touchy-feely to be anywhere near normal. Well, actually that much might've been obvious from the whole 'decide help the random stranger with her job'; either he's bored out of his brain or was a bit too eager with the Histsap licking.

Well, except Histsap isn't hallucinogenic to an Argonian in the same way it is to anyone else. There goes that joke.

Shaking her head to drive away what she liked to think of as 'the Synod voice', Leandra finally shrugged. "Well I won't tear your head off to stop you from following me around, but I'm warning you in advance, don't think that entitles you to a share of the pay. And don't come running when we find some actual cultists and they want to sacrifice your skull to the throne of their god or whatever, because we will - statistically cultists of some sort turn out to be involved in one in three jobs I do, and guess who finished a second job in a row that was cultist-free just some days ago. I can drop a hint, it wasn't the guard."

"Also, you'll have to promise to stop poking and prodding me, I know the Dwemer stuff looks exciting but it's not the prime way to get a girl to like you." Adjusting the sheath of her dagger slightly, the oddball mercenary set off along the wall left of the keep, heading towards the tower standing beside the Jarl's residence and talking over her shoulder. "Also also, I'm Leandra, but Tinkerwatch or Her Excellency will be fine."

[Matt Bigelow]

Titus Aetius, Valton Keep, late afternoon

Titus raised an eyebrow at the way the Jarl talked. It was a formal colovian accent, something you would expect to hear in Anvil, not Skyrim. Titus guessed that the man probably had Imperial ties in the family. What came next was very surprising. The Jarl was polite, and tried to find possibilities to put Titus' abilities to good use, even with the lack of work. This was a welcomed change from the contempt he was shown by the Counts down south. Perhaps the jarl was ignorant of his lowborn status, or perhaps he knew and just didn't care. Either way, Titus wasn't going to complain.
He nodded, and replied,"Thank you, sir, for the suggestions. I am afraid I only just arrived here from Falkreath, so I know little of your court mage, but should I learn of her whereabouts, I will let you know immediately. Until then, I shall talk to the guard captain and see what work he has for me. Once again, thank you for the suggestions."
Titus bowed and walked out of the hall.
He walked up to a guard and asked,"Excuse me. Do you know where I might find the guard captain? The Jarl said he might have work for me."

[Kayleigh Williams]

A guard of Valton, outside the keep, late afternoon.

A mercenary-looking fella walked up to the still slightly confused guard and asked where the captain of the guard was. Just then the little party of guards from the bandits hunt returned and were fully visible to everyone in Valton, especially from the high position of the keep. The guard pointed at the dunmer and said,
"That's the captain, right there. Although I wouldn't bother talking to him right away. It looks like he could chop someone’s arm off. Best let him calm down and finish what he's doing." The guard eyed the mercenary again, this time more curiously.
"Are you going to join the guards or something?" He couldn't think of anything else that the captain of the guard would be needed for.

[Kaylee Campbell]

Titus Aetius, Valton, late afternoon


"I might", Titus replied."It depends on whether he needs another guard. At the moment I'm just looking for freelance work, and I'm just checking if the Captain needs help with anything. To be honest, I thought there would be more work in such a relatively new hold. By the Eight, I should've gone to Hammerfell".
He looked over at the Guard Captain, who did look rather angry. Hopefully he wasn't like that all the time, because if becoming a guard was the only way to get Septims at the moment, Titus didn't look forward to working with somebody who looks like they 'could chop somebody's arm off' as the guard said.

[I’m my own]

Jormaw, Valton Keep, Afternoon.

The experienced saxhleel was humoured by the nibenese woman's pride and lunacy in her work.
If he had any common sense himself he'd rip off that odd arm of hers and beat her to death with it.
But he was prepared to do such a gesture should she decide to go awol clunkhead on the populace.

His next response was earnest to the conjecture that which Leandra had formed earlier in the conversation.
"Hmph? personal space? oh you are correct sarcastic Tinkerwatch, it's another human concept I have yet to understand properly."
Jormaw gave a slight perceptive smile before tipping his head, "But you may dare to entertain me with such tutelage if you wish."

He walked along with the daedra mercenary and reminded himself of his days among lone bands of mercenaries hunting petty disputes among nobles.
The argonian had settled down in this hold to get away from that life, yet, the Hist's path would seem to draw him back there when he least expects it.

After a slight pause, Jormaw deigned to give a reply to this Leandra's other statements.
"The returns you argue for in the job are open as the Jarl indicated to another mercenary before you left." He paused with a cough,
"And I will stop investigating your contraption if that is your desire. However, I'd benign for you to show confidence in me in return."

The saxhleel glimmered a show of trust in the woman, "By the way I am Jormaw, Land-Strider."

[clelia vega]

Itan-Ru, Gudslott Hall, Late Afternoon

Itan-Ru had been leaning against the wall and chewing on his sugary treat when he noticed that the man who had been speaking with the Jarl waas leaving. He quickly swallowed the remainder of the section of taffy, adjusted his pack, and walked up to where the previous man had stood to address the Jarl. He cleared his throat and spoke,

"Umm, Yes, I just arrived in town today, and was looking to purchase a home to live in. Also, I couldn't help but notice your hold does not yet have a proper chapel yet. As a priest of Mara, would it be possible to establish a temporary chapel in my home? I just feel that a place of worship would do these people a lot of good... and I'm rambling now, so I'll be quiet..." He sheepishly looked at the ground as the Jarl replied.

[gary lee]

Danus Maximus. Outside the hall, late noon.

After the Imperial mercenary was done talking to the jarl he went to the exit. Danus then followed him hoping he could use his help on his mission. Outside was a crowd of peasants cheering to some guards escorting some prisoners. (Probably those bandits)

Danus thought. He came to the merc and said.[/left]

"Greetings fellow Imperial. You do look like on of those swords for hire. And right now I have no choice but to hire men like you. I listened to your talk with the jarl and I'm guessing you need the money. So let's have a walk and talk about your new job.. If you accept it."

[Darrell Fawcett]

Titus Aetius, Valton, Late afternoon

Titus turned to look at the man. He hadn't noticed the man, and was mildly surprised when the Imperial started talking. The man offered him a job, but had said no more than that, and had offered to walk with him. Titus thought about it for a second. He didn't want to get into anything too shady, but he doubted the dark brotherhood or the thieves guild had an influence here, and the man was giving him work, and money, more importantly. He nodded and said,"Very well. Lets walk, shall we?"

[Louise Dennis]

Danus Maximus. Valton. Late noon.

The Imperial is delighted that he accepted the walk. "Good let's head to the inn" As the two walked Danus gave him more details about the job.

"My name is Danus Maximus. I'm an Imperial diplomat. I am trying to get this hold to side with the empire; problem is, the Jarl is stubborn and refuses to accept any offer. So if you help me with increasing Imperial influence, you will get the gold you deserve. And don't worry it will be legal work." They are halfway to Helas Folly.

[Natasha Biss]

Titus Aetius, Valton, Late Afternoon

Titus nodded and thought about the offer. He hadn't agreed with what the Empire had done recently. He would've joined the Imperial legion if not for the White-Gold Concordat. But that had been years ago, and the bitterness had subsided since he had learnt about it. Titus decided to let go of the past and get on good terms with the Empire again.
He turned his head back to the Imperial, and said,"I'll take the job. But if you...we succeed, then I want some recognition from the Empire for my part in this, along with the gold."

[Jose ordaz]

Danus Maximus. Valton. Late noon.

Danus Nodded at his new worker. "Very well, I have enough influence in the empire to guarantee you credit. And you'll get payed. Now let's talk about this in the inn." As they entered the inn they took a seat. The diplomat sit down at a table with a bodyguard next to him. The other two guards stood at one side of the table. "Take a seat. Well discuss your first assignment."

[Kayleigh Mcneil]

Daikanos, Valton Keep, late afternoon.

He simply ignored the rest of the Nord’s words, because he feared that if he did not the Nord would not reach the keep in good health. But he was getting so close to loosing his temper and the sledgehammer pounding on his head wasn’t doing any good.

Daikanos ignored the people standing at the large doors to the gate. The men carrying their fallen comrades departed and made their way to the barracks. He pushed them open and led his men inside. The jarl was busy giving court. At the moment an argonian stood before Radwulf and another man was waiting for his turn.

Daikanos figured none of it was important enough to keep him waiting so he simply pushed the three bandits forwards. He simply kicked Wulfgar in the back of his knees and the other guard did the same to his prisoner. Both of them fell on their knees before the jarl. The third prisoner quickly dropped himself aswell.

“Radwulf, these three men are what is left of the bandits harrasing the travellers and citizens that use the roads. Do as you wish with them.” He simply said without much courtesy. He hoped Radwulf wouldn’t keep him busy for long, since he longed for a hot bath.

[Jack Moves]

Outside Fiona's Tower, late afternoon
Leandra

"Maybe I will teach you about personal space one day, at that." Shrugging, the mercenary continued along the keep's wall, finally reaching the exterior of the tower; the fact there was no visible entrance did not seem to stop her. Instead, she set off around it, looking up and around and tapping the wall occasionally with her left hand, the runes etched into the fingerless glove glowing dimly - as they always did. "And this emotion we Cyrods have that's called love."

Stopping abruptly, Leandra shook her head. "Wait, no, not love..." She snapped her fingers twice, biting her lip slightly. "Arrogance, that's the one I wanted."

It was, all things considered, rather hard to tell when the Nibenese was joking and when she was being serious. It didn't help that her eyes always seemed to have a slightly... off spark to them, though its shade and obviousness varied with intention and her inner state. Her peculiar - mad, some might've said instead - mannerism tended to merge jests, less good-hearted jabs and serious remarks into one jumbled mess; some of her ramblings tended to defy socially accepted norms, ignoring rather than outright challenging them.

Wall clear enough. No greater traps on entire tower... Her eyes darted up and down the tower wall as she walked along it, thoughts again starting to spin at breakneck speed. But, definite aura. Off. True mage tower. Must be careful... North not following Cyrodiilic regulations. Danger possible, no - probable.

Having walked around the whole tower, Leandra began heading back towards the entrance to the Keep. "I can't promise that I'll feel confident about you though." She still seemed a bit detached from reality, looking up rather than where she was going. "Confidence is something that only you can give yourself, so I won't even try until you stab a few scamps for me or something." The wry note to her smile for once made the intent behind her words a bit clearer - she wasn't intending to trust this Jormaw just yet; not because she was mean-spirited, but because her lifestyle meant she had little choice in the matter of becoming borderline paranoid. Her new companion could either understand that, or he couldn't - not that the mercenary cared much either way.

"But I would like you to promise to at least try stop messing with the fun Dwemerified limb. That screw you messed with was loose for two reasons - one, it starts itching like hell if it's too tight," She ignored the confused guard, heading on inside - this time without bothering to surrender her weapons. "Two, after a while that also makes my thumb jerk up and down. Perfect for a thumb war, not so perfect for real war."

Well, there's also three, I slightly like how it steams when it's loose. But let's ignore that one.

There seemed to be some sort of a commotion within; the Jarl certainly had quite a few guests, time having done nothing to lessen their numbers. However, Leandra's concern lay elsewhere - even if she couldn't help entertaining the thought that Valton could've used a steward or something of the sort. The new hold's keep wasn't large enough to get her confused, and the young Nibenese seemed indeed on a mission as she proceeded through the hall and into one of the corridors that lead to the side, in the same direction as the tower she'd just inspected.

One set of stairs later, she found herself before a door. Plain and innocent enough, to the eye unfamiliar with arcane subtleties - even if just in theory. There was enough of the Synod left in her, however, for the mercenary to abruptly freeze as soon as she grasped the handle, frowning slightly. It seemed like she'd finally found herself a trap. And what a trap it is... Feels pretty solid.

While her education allowed her to glean some information about the strength of the spell placed upon the door, however, Leandra wasn't any closer to knowing precisely what kind of magic was at play here than she had been wandering around the tower's exterior. And the idea of triggering random traps gave her pause, even if briefly.

[Brad Johnson]

Jarl Radwulf Spurvhauke, Gudslott Hall, Late Afternoon (Middas)

By the time the Argonian had reached the Jarl, he was back seated upon his throne, attention diverted to the pathetically broken raven languishing on one arm of the seat. The tall Jarl looked up at Itan-Ru with his usual, sorrowful eyes, and made of the newcomer his customary anolysis. A young Argonian, or so the Jarl assumed. Radwulf had met scare few Argonians in his time both in Anvil and the Legion. Since Argonia's secession from the Empire, Argonians were more a rarity outside Black Marsh. One or two canny old saxheel from the docks of Anvil sprung to mind, and this lizard's scales seemed far smoother and less weathered than their's. So Jarl Spurvhauke would go with the assumption of youth - the lizard's unsure demeanour supported that theory well enough. Jarl Radwulf's unfamiliarity with Itan-Ru's race limited his scope for anolysis, his movements and way of holding himself alien enough to the Nord. Yet within moments of the lizard opening his maw the Jarl recognised this one was not a native of Argonia. If Radwulf was not mistaken, the inflection on this humble Argonian's voice was far more familiar. Radwulf Spurvhauke could bet his hold that Itan-Ru hailed from the same city as his dear, departed wife: Riften. And a priest of Mara, no less.

Jarl Radwulf lent in, dark eyes looking up past his heavy brow, lips not quite able to smile, but showing at least an absence of the normal disdain that painted them.

"A chaplain from the Mother-Cult, in our humble hold. I am thankful" said the Jarl in his dark, sonorous voice, almost sounding like he meant it. Yet he had doubts. "Under whose tutorship did you apprentice, if I may ask?" queried the Jarl, brows raised. The Jarl of Valton had been married in the Temple of Mara, and to this day was on good terms with all the clergy there. A simple probing question to this young Argonian's supposed past should dismiss the nagging concern he was no more than a Ratway ruffian. Jarl Radwulf had never spent enough time in Riften to tell the one accent from the other.

Before the Argonian had time to answer, however, the hold's battle-grizzled Guard Captain burst through the door, with three captured bandits, all looking the worse for the fight. Jarl Radwulf turned pitiless to this interruption, displeased to have both his interrogation of a possible miscreant, (or, alternatively) his meeting with a Priest of Mara so brusquely violated. The Jarl pursed his lips and glanced between his Guard Captain's bounty.

"Captain. You would do well to ask an audience before bringing such filth to my home." said the Jarl darkly, setting a humourless gaze on the Dunmer. "Take these animals out of my court and throw them in the cells, which I remind you are your jurisdiction. We shall speak more on this later." warned the Jarl, barely able to keep his voice from raising; the upkeep of decorum before a defeated enemy the only thing stopping the Jarl from admonishing Daikanos on the spot.

[A Boy called Marilyn]

Nuramon, his house, late afternoon.

He stood up and walked towards a cupboard to take out a bottle of wine to pour himself a glass. When he passed the man, laying on the table he noticed the man’s eyes were open. He also tried to speak but whatever he wanted to say came out wrong.

"Aigh Iye Ive!" the man said.

Nuramon turned towards the man. “You’re awake.” He simply stated before opening the bottle and filling a goblet. He proceded to take a sip without paying any attention to the man. He sat down on a chair not so far from the man. “You won’t be able to move for atleast another half hour. Maybe more.”

He sipped from his wine before standing up again to check the man’s back. He used a bit of magic to check the healing process and saw it was doing fine. “but half an hour should be enough. I guess we can talk while we pass the time, no?” he asked but he didn’t wait for an answer.

“Tell me, are you Nord or Redguard. I can’t quite decide.”

[Jordan Moreno]

Titus Aetius, Hela's Foly, Late afternoon

Titus sat down and leaned towards the Imperial. He hoped the job was worth the money and the credit.
"What do I have to do?"

[Carolyne Bolt]

Daikanos, Valton Keep, Late Afternoon.

The jarl didn’t seem all to happy with his interference. But all Daikanos could do was push his smile away. "Captain. You would do well to ask an audience before bringing such filth to my home." said the Jarl darkly, setting a humourless gaze on the Dunmer. "Take these animals out of my court and throw them in the cells, which I remind you are your jurisdiction. We shall speak more on this later." warned the Jarl.

I did hope for him to get this over with quickly. He thought, while he laughed in his head. Would he put me out of this position for this? It’s just a stupid argonian he’s talking to. What importance can he be.

“Come on, animals. You heard him. You’ll live a bit longer.” He kicked them them on the legs to get them moving. Together with the other guard he took them downstairs to the dungeons. Just before he went out of the jarl’s vision he turned and bowed. “I’ll speak to you later then ?” He asked. But he knew there was no need to wait for an answer.

He closed the door behind him. His mind had acted before he had known and in his grumpy mood he had deffinetly made some mistakes, but he couldn’t care less for the moment. All he wanted was a hot bath to hopefully get rid of his headache and get some sense back in place.

The guards had already locked up the bandits, so there was no reason for Daikanos to stay here. “I’m going to the hot springs. Should anyone need me, please send them to my chambers. Unless it’s the jarl, he didn’t seem to happy.” He said and gained a small laugh from the guards.

He first passed through his chambers were he put on some more comfortable clothes before making his way to the hot springs. The place was still abandoned so Daikanos simply got rid of his clothes and placed his sword close by the edge. He then dropped himself in the hot water and drifted away.

[Jynx Anthropic]

Daedalus, Nuramon's House, Late Afternoon

“but half an hour should be enough. I guess we can talk while we pass the time, no?” he asked but he didn’t wait for an answer.

“Tell me, are you Nord or Redguard. I can’t quite decide.”

Theseus slowly felt sensation returning to his fingertips. His tongue also felt less stiff.

"Both, you see my mother was a Redguard and my father....You're nothing, Dirtblood!.... my father was a Nord" he finally managed to get out. "Can you fill me in on what happened? I really can't remember the past hour or so too well."

[Roberto Gaeta]

Nuramon, His House, Late Afternoon

"Both, you see my mother was a Redguard and my father, my father was a Nord" he finally managed to get out. "Can you fill me in on what happened? I really can't remember the past hour or so too well."

“Ah, yes. That explains it all, but I had figured so much.” He said. When the man asked about what happened to him, Nuramon had to think for a second to remember what the guard had said.

“You were attacked, guards believe it was a vampire and I think they’re right. You smelled like it.” He realized what a shock it could be to find out you had been attacked by a vampire. “I have looked for any clues on bite marks or any other signs of the vampire dissease, so don’t worry, you won’t turn into one.”

“you dropped unconcsious in Valton with a pretty big whole in your abdomen and an arrow in your back. The guards took you here for healing. It wasn’t easy, you were at the brink of death. You had lost most of your blood and the arrow had perforated your lung, but it’s all fixed now.” He looked around while sipping from his wine. He saw the other man was still sleeping on his couch and Nuramon started wondering when the man would finally wake up. He feared he might have given him to much sleeping potion, but it wouldn’t do him any harm.

“The reason I paralyzed you was to keep you from moving until the new lungtissue is strong enough not the rip. The healing herbs and paste are speeding up that process so you should be alright in about half an hour.”

“the ingredients used for healing weren’t cheap tough…” he let the thought linger.