[x_JeNnY_x]

Jormaw, Valton Farm, Late Midday.

The argonian was monitoring the arm while the human spoke. Watching it wrestle for freedom under the tightening abuse of the rockjoint.

"I shall meet you within the hour, yours is the old fishermans hut right?"

Jormaw still had to take his fishing crate to Gudslott Keep and arrange a deal for the next order. He rubbed his wrinkled neck with ponderment,
"I've got to make a delivery to the Jarl's cook, finish a trade with the blacksmith and gather some ingredients.." He was listing what
he had to do out loud and rumbled in embarassment. "Humph. I mean, I'll meet you at the local tavern in two hours." The argonian continued
after a slight pause in speech, "I'll get a round in and then we can see about mending this wounded old arm of yours, Land-Strider."

[lauren cleaves]

Tippen, On the way to the Keep, Late Midday


Tippen left the inn as the other Imperials approached the bar. One asked the innkeeper about a job, and Tippen hoped that he would soon be able to offer someone a job. He could do a lot on his own, but a new hold would require a good bit of wood. He made his way to the Jarl's Hall.

As he entered, he noticed an odd looking woman. She was Imperial, but she was dressed in an odd manner. She seemed to be discussing something of some importance with the Jarl. Tippen decided it would be best if he waited his turn. She looked like she could be dangerous if interrupted, plus it wouldn't help him get the mill if he acted in a rude manner. In hindsight, he should have changed into his nicer clothing, but never thought of it. Now it would just be awkward if he left and came back again, but in different attire. So he waited patiently for the odd woman to finish her business.

[Talitha Kukk]

Jacqueline, Valton, Late Midday.

She found the old Dunmer to be quite odd. She knew old people could be demented, but this was just way off the crazy scale. She felt kinda sorry for the men that had brought him here, so she put the milk down by Alguidar and went over to help them. One of the men on the cart lost his grip on a chest and it came falling down over the edge. She was quick to catch it and heard the contents inside it rattle.

"Try liftin' with yer legs" she suggested to the man on the cart. It was obvious that they were not used to carrying large and heavy objects. She put the chest down beside the rest of the Dunmer's belongings and went back to carry another heavy crate. This was nothing compared to her usual workload that included carrying big slabs of granite and heavy lumber.

"I bet it ain't been a walk in tha park dealin' with 'im," she quietly asked one of the men.

"You have no idea," he replied with a sigh.

[Cassie Boyle]

Varyn Uvirith, Valton, Hela's Folly - Middas, Midday


After a few moments of reminiscing Varyn noticed the young Breton girl begin to help the Nords he had hired. As they began to unload another trunk from the travel worn wagon Varyn's eyes widened and he scrambled to his feet. It was just the piece of luggage he was looking for. Inside was his biggest ambition and the key to achieving one of his life time goals.

"Hey girl, Jackie right? Yeah that's it. Bring that trunk here," Varyn leaned against the railing of the porch as he puffed steadily on his long pipe. By now the air seemed almost foggy with the aromatic smoke.

[Tanika O'Connell]

Jacqueline, Valton, Midday.

"Jacqueline, Sir." She carried the crate over to the Dunmer and put it down by his feet carefully. She had a feeling that she did not want to know what was inside the crate so she went back to helping the men. It seemed they wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.

[Danial Zachery]

Alguidar, Valton Farm, Late Midday

Between the harsh words to the Nords that were unloading his belongings and other ramblings, the old Dunmer dismissed the apples without even looking at them. This was the excuse Alguidar needed to turn his back and find a more suitable potential costumer while still feeling that he tried. Before he could do that though, Jacqueline decided to help the men moving his things.

"She's uncorrectable. Always eager to help." Thought Alguidar, half annoyed, half pleased by her helping those hard working Nords.

She brought back one particular crate at the Elf's request, this sparked Alguidar's curiosity.

"She's sticking around. I might as well pitch the milk." Thought Alguidar as he looked at the crate.

"I'm not familiar with scrib jelly." Proclaimed the farmer. "Must be an Elf thing, we don't have that in Skyrim. What we do have, is milk. Good for your thirst and good for your teeth! You must be thirsty, traveler."

[Ashley Campos]

Skarpi, Valton Inn, Late Midday

“Fine day to you” greeted a burly Orc who reeked of smoke and melted metals, just as Skarpi’s other customer was producing his goodbyes. “I was expecting Jal to be here, but I assume you're just as good a chef as him? I'm looking for a warm meal to eat, preferably a big meal at that. A piece of bread and a mug of mead would also fit nicely."

“Aye, Jal is out sick, but hopefully not for long” replied Skarpi. “I’ll make fix ya up some Horker n’ leeks, if that’s alright? I aint the Gourmet, but I can cook well enough” said the old sailor. The Orc simply nodded, and Skarpi went about obtaining the ingredients necessary. After a slow and meticulous trip to the cellar, the old Imperial had a loaf of Horker meet, a bag of salt, and a sack of vegetables.

Not long afterwards, Skarpi placed a pewter plate before the Orc containing friend Horker and leeks, as well as a loaf of bread wrapped in parchment, with a mug of frothy mead. “That’ll be twenty gold, my friend. Anything else ya need?”

[e.Double]

Varyn, Valton, Hela's Folly - Middas, Midday


Varyn watched as the young Breton carried the trunk up the steps. She set it on the porch as she spoke, "Jacqueline, Sir."

Varyn nodded as he knelt down and unlatched the worn bronze clasps, "Yes, yes right that's what I said. You know I met a Jacqueline once. Been a long time, close to 900 years I think. Anyways doesn't matter I have my trunk now."

The bronze hinges creaked loudly as Varyn lifted the lid of the trunk. The mer then began to rummage around in what sounded like a pile of glassware.

"Where in Oblivion is that damned little thing...Ah! Here it is!" Varyn lifted his head up, a large smile plastered upon it, "Thought I had lost the little bugger for a moment there."

Varyn held up a small glass jar with five round flaky looking things in it. After shaking them around a bit he placed the jar in one of the many pocket in his robe. He then shut the lid on the trunk and grabbed his cane from beside the rocking chair as he listened to the Nordic farmer pitch another sale.

"I'm not familiar with scrib jelly. Must be an Elf thing, we don't have that in Skyrim. What we do have is milk. Good for your thirst and good for your teeth! You must be thirsty, traveler."

"Well of course you don't have any scrib jelly! You don't have any scribs to make it with. It's too damn cold up here, and half of the cute little buggers got wiped out when that damn rock fell. That's what happens when you try to play at being a god. First the s'wit and his scheming friends piss off a Daedric prince and we go from nice and golden to looking like we got shoved down the throat of Red Mountain!"

Varyn took a short puff of his pipe once again before continuing, "Then the bastard pulls the fancy little magick trick on the Ministry and everyone adores him. Hmph, some god he turned out to be. At least he got to stay half golden...I wonder what I'd look like if I were golden? Anyways that's another experiment for another day. As for the milk just leave it there, I bet Alfred will drink it. I seem to recall him saying something about milk once, or maybe it was silk? Do you have any silk shirts?" Varyn pondered on the thought for a moment, his face showing an expression of deep thought, " No, no, never mind. He'd ruin it in a day. However now that I've found my house I need to start growing. Watch my stuff while I'm gone. It'll only be a minute. I saw a nice spot up on the hill when I walked into town. I just hope it wont fall over. Too many rocks here and not enough dirt," Varyn reached into his pocket and handed Alguidar a few coins as he hobbled past and made his way down the steps. The weathered and tarnished drakes looked as though they could have been centuries old, and if one looked close enough they could see the date "2E 867" stamped into the rim. After reaching the road the old Dunmer headed for the west side of town with enthusiasm in every step.

After about five minutes Varyn had finally made his way to the base of the small hill west of Valton. He spent a good while trying to find the best spot before he started digging a small hole with a stick he had found. Once it was about a foot deep he dropped the first spore into the fertile soil. Once the small flaky yellow ball had settled in the bottom he raised a bony finger and sent a bright blue spark towards it. A small plume of orange smoke shot from the hole as the spark met the spore. Varyn smiled his old wrinkly smile as he covered the hole back up with soil.

The old mer then looked up to the top of the hill and frowned. In his old age there was no way he could climb the steep rocky side to reach his destination. Luckily, however, he was not just an old mer, he was an old mer that was a mage. Varyn took his pipe from his mouth and placed it back in his robe after emptying the ashes on the ground. The old Dunmer then rolled back the sleeves of his robe and cracked his knuckles as he prepared for the spell. A look of deep concentration crossed his face as he connected his conscious with his magicka pool. Varyn drew out some of the energy harnessed within, shaping it with his thoughts as it reached out for his finger tips. There was a sudden jolt as the magicka popped from the tips of his fingers down to his feet.

Varyn shot straight up into the sky with such ferocity that he was lucky he was not de-robed in the process. The Dunmer mage kept on going and going, his old voice screaming a loud cackling scream as he tried to stop the flow of magicka. He finally managed to come to a hovering stop in mid air. He rubbed his forehead as he looked down below at the tiny little buildings that made up Valton.

"By Azura. Now I know how poor old Tarhiel felt," said Varyn as he sent another stream of magicka to his feet and slowly began to descend back to the ground. It took him at least a minute to finally reach the top of the hill he had originally been aiming for. Varyn had a tendency to put a little too much "oomph" into things. Once on top of the hill he found a suitable spot and repeated the planting process with two more of the spores. When he was finished he once again channeled a small portion of magicka to his feet and descended slowly to the road. Once safely back on the ground he began his trek back to the inn. His wooden cane coming in handy once again as his feet began to hurt.

(OOC: I'll post the rest of it in a separate post tomorrow so that Alguidar and Jacqueline can posts responses, as well as anyone who saw/heard Varyn shooting through the sky like a madman. )

[Josephine Gowing]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, Hela's Folly, afternoon.

The man behind the counter explained Jal's absence and prepared a meal for Gorbad. Horker meat and leek, and some bread and a mug of mead. That'd have to do, so Gorbad nodded and wiated patiently for the food to be done. His belly let out a low rumble when his nose picked up the scent of roasted meat and leek. The man returned with the meal, placed it at the counter in front of Gorbad and asked for 20 gold. That seemed like a fair prize. He tossed over the bag of gold he'd been holding, it had exactly 20 gold in it. Easier to keep track of things if you have several small bags with exact amounts of septims, instead of a huge bag with an unknown amount.

The innkeeper asked if Gorbad needed something else as well. Gorbad took a bite of meat with leek on to give him some time to think. The flavour was simple, but good. He washed it down with some of the mead. It tasted rich, the alcohol could merely be noted. Definitely weaker than Jal's own brewing, but this had tasted better.

"I'm Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, the towns blacksmith. I live just on the other side of the street." He figured he'd have to introduce him at some point, but felt doing it right now might've been a bit strange. Nevermind that. "And who might you be?" He added, this time attempting to sound as friendly as he could. He finished the meat and leek and took another gulp of mead. He finished the bread in much the same manner and turned his full attention back to the man behind the counter.

[Milagros Osorio]

Titus Aetius, Valton Keep, Afternoon

Titus noticed another man come into the keep. The man walked up next to him, but didn't say anything. They both stood there waiting for the Jarl to finish talking. Titus started to feel awkward, but said nothing. Titus looked at the other man, and saw that he hadn't seemed to have noticed him. It would only become more awkward when the man went to talk to the Jarl, and realised there had been another person waiting.

[Reven Lord]

Jacqueline, Valton, Midday.

Jacqueline and the men finished unloading the cart as the old Dunmer hobbled off down the street. The men groaned in displeasure. "He hasn't paid us yet," one of them complained. "He'll be back. Come on guys, let's get a drink," one of the other guys said and they all entered the inn, leaving the old man's luggage outside.

She went over to Alguidar and looked at the coins in his hand. "So did 'e buy tha milk?" Suddenly she heard a scream and saw the Dunmer rocket into the sky. "Ain't 'e tha weirdest fella you'e evar seen? Gods help I nevar go off tha hinges like that when I grow old."

[Rude_Bitch_420]

Roymun, Valton Farm. Afternoon.

"Good enough" Roymund replied to the Argonians previous statement "I will look for you there, i wish you luck with your trading." He looked around awkwardly, not knowing a suitable farewell greeting for Argonians. "Safe travels." he said, giving a subtle shrug with the gesture.

Once Jormaw had departed, Roymund stepped back inside and closed the door. He flopped the Salmon atop the dinner table and retreaved his sword from by the door. Having returned the sword to it's sheath below his bedroll, he let his thoughts take over "Hmmph.. Not sure if trusting one of those folk is a good idea, Alguidar didnt seem to impressed by him either.." His hand played with the wound gently, flicking at the scabbing area with nervous energy. "Guess a wolf pissed up that rock, then i goes an gets cut by it.. Idiot." he told himself. He let his eyes close, hoping he'd drift off into rest for a couple hours.

[JD FROM HELL]

Skarpi, Valton Inn, Afternoon

The Orc did not speak up until after he had finished his meal, which he seemed to enjoy. “I'm Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, the towns blacksmith. I live just on the other side of the street” he said politely, pushing his now empty plate forward. “And who might you be?”

The old sailor grinned and set down the tankard he was cleaning. The Orc seemed polite enough (not that etiquette mattered to old Skarpi anymore), as well as honest natured, but it was difficult to read the Orc folk. “Nice to make your acquaintance” responded the old man. “I am the legendary Skarpi, adventurer and sailor extraordinaire! Across the seas and mountains of Tamriel I have ventured, and gathered many tales that I now, in my crippling old age, tell those who are interested. Oh, and uh, I’m covering the position of Innkeeper for Jal.”

[Ally Chimienti]

Gorbad Yak-Bogadbu, Hela's Folly, Afternoon.

The new innkeeper introduced himself as Skarpi and even went as far as adding in a -legendary- to his title. Such an old man would indeed have seen a lot, just like Gorbad had, but Skarpi specifically pointed out he was an adventurer and sailor. A retired sailor and adventurer then. You'd be surprised of how rare those were, even when looked at separately. They usually died out on their travels, or took one final unnecessary risk at a high age and ended their tale that way. To survive all the way to such age Skarpi had showed the outside world just how good he'd been, similar to a title at that. Legendary didn't feel that far-fetched once you thought about it for a minute.

Their conversation took a half-expected pause when the carry-crew of nords entered Hela's Folly. Skarpi began handing over drinks to the newcomers. Soon enough the nords went over to a corner table and Gorbad and Skarpi were somewhat alone again at the counter.

"Sailor, eh? The sea can be a cruel lover, I've heard." Gorbad said thoughtfully. That was something he'd heard other sailors mention for years in many different places, but he'd never had the chance to use that phrase himself.

"Nice to have you in town Skarpi, I'm sure you'll find the town to your liking. Ain't much going on around here." But, that wasn't exactly true, now was it? Fiona had a couple of days ago pointed out that the nightmares were of a too similar pattern to be dismissed as nonsense. But nothing had happened in the last days, so Gorbad hadn't have a reason to think about it. Pointless to scare the citizens was what Fiona had said, so that'd be Gorbad's plan. Gorbad's thoughts returned to the present and he added:

"If you need any smithing done, you know where to find me." He stood up and nodded a polite good-bye.

[BEl J]

Alguidar, Outside Hela's Foly, Evening

Jacqueline's comment about the sale didn't get a reaction from Alguidar. He had his hand extended with a few gold coins in his palm. He was looking at the sky. His mouth wide open. His eyes glued to the silhouette of the old Dunmer, in the distance, shooting up through the sky, screaming. All that extravagant display to get on top of a hill, for no apparent reason.

Jacqueline comment about the strange sight finally broke Alguidar's frozen posture, as she said:

"Ain't 'e tha weirdest fella you'e evar seen? Gods help I nevar go off tha hinges like that when I grow old."

Alguidar chuckled, still looking towards the hill.

"Yes. These Elves with their fancy tricks. They think they're so powerful. They just mad. Poor fella." Alguidar eyes brightened up as he looked back to his hand, reminding him of the sale. "Ah! He bought the milk. Enough gold for a full tin! Leave it by the chair."

Something in his subconscious kept bothering him. "Jacqueline. Say, ever heard of scrib back home? Maybe a small rodent? Never heard of it in Skyrim."

[Janine Rose]

Tippen, Valton Keep, Afternoon

Tippen suddenly noticed another man next to him. He was shocked that he hadn't noticed him there before. Although the moment was awkward, he smiled and nervously said, "Hello," to the man.

This didn't help the feeling of awkwardness, and Tippen wasn't exactly doing to well with introducing himself to his new neighbors.

[Eoh]

Jacqueline, Outside Hela's Folly, Evening.

"Scrib... Scrib..." she mumbled. "Oh yea, some kinda bug. I remember readin' 'bout em Scribs in a book when I was 'omeschooled. Apparently they're some kinda Dunmer delicacy. Scrib jam or whatever. In ma honest opinion it sounds kinda nasty. Eatin' bugs. Can't help thinkin' that all tha food in Morrowind tastes like ash anyway." She placed one of the milk tins by the chair and picked up the remaining two. "I'll have'ta remember pickin' it up later." She glanced at the Dunmer's unattended luggage clogging up the entrance to the inn. "Do ya think e'll be back soon?"

[Robert Jr]

Danus Maximus. Outside Helas Folly. Afternoon.

As the Imperial was walking towards the exit his bodguard that he sent to help the healer came back. With the 4 imperials reunited Danus now wants to convince the public to support the empire. Problem is it's going to be complicated. As he walks out of the inn he heard someone shouting he looked up to notice what looks like a dunmer levitating up in the air screaming like a madman. He also noticed that he saw the Nord back in the general store yesterday, the one that lost Aguaar to the bandits, companied by a breton woman.

"Is that elf cursed by sheogorath?" he jokingly asked to the Breton.

[gemma king]

Titus Aetius, Valton Keep, Afternoon

The other man finally noticed Titus and said,"Hello."
Titus nodded and replied,"Hi. Are you here for work as well, or are you here to see the Jarl on a different matter?"
Titus smiled back at the man, relieved that he had noticed him before trying to talk to the Jarl. The situation was awkward, but at least anything humiliating had been avoided.

[Jon O]

Jormaw, Valton Farm, Late Midday.

Jormaw gave a slight nod to the imperial whom wished him luck in his trading. "He seems more pleasant than that Alguidar or little clover" the argonian thought.
He made his way out of the farm and up to his shack, going through thick vegetation then finally out onto the heathland which shrouded his recently bought 'hut'.

~~~~

Jormaw, Jormaw's Shack, Late Midday.

The saxhleel dropped off his sack and the crate half full with fish. He rummaged through the sack untill he found the skull of the slaughterfish.
To which he placed over a fishing hook he had twisted into the walling next to his bed. Lastly, he obtained the netch leather from his dresser.
With crate and leather in hand, he made way to reach the Blacksmith's Forge, whilst picking at various herbs he found on the road of Valton.

~~~~

Jormaw, Gorbad's Smithy, Afternoon.

On Jormaw's way to the forge he had seen a dunmer come crashing down onto a hill. It made him think about an old tribe story which explained
to the argonians of Ukoa-Sieen why the Black-Top erupted. The story had a specific tone to it that went a bit like this, in Tamriel's common tongue:

Spoiler

"From tall tales travels, Blind-Spear & Moon-Puppet went to Black-Top to beseech King-Stump for freedoms from Heart-Bane, Tall-Bronze.
King-Stump refused. Battle was drawn. Moon-Puppet defeated Ash-Friend. Blind-Spear defeated Moon-Puppet. Wisdom-Snake ate the
Blind-Spear, Gold-Netch, to become Three-Snake. Three-Snake was cursed many by Star-Cow for hiding Moon-Puppet in stomach.

First curse, Star-Cow poured Endless-Sea into Three-Snake's domain. Three-Snake built Tall-Stone to hide Crimson-Snakes.
It turned the tribe of Lugbu-So into Crimson-Snakes in trickery to fool Endless-Sea whom told Star-Cow the deed had been done.
Crimson-Snakes were caught in vengeance by Lugbu-So as their crimson blood made the Crimson-Snakes like Bronze-Nagas.

Second curse, Star-Cow throwed saxhleel in service to Crimson-Snakes. They spreaded distrust, hatred, deceit, rebellion.

Third curse, Star-Cow turned all Lilmo of Three-Snake's domain into Many-Legs. Crimson-Snakes ate them with rumbling stomachs.

Fourth curse, Star-Cow flipped Sand-Lilmo in service to Crimson-Snakes. They spreaded sweet stuff, crime, putrid, rebellion.

Fifth curse, Star-Cow poked Spore-Tree which let out many spores in Arena's White-Gold. Crimson-Snakes sagged and rotted away.

Sixth curse, Star-Cow held Gray-Desert over Crimson-Snakes untill their scales turned to ash. Three-Snake jumped into the ash to save it's snakes.

Seventh curse, Star-Cow woke up Ash-Friend. Ash-Friend lumbered forth to bring about storms of odd's waving, burning at Crimson-Snakes.

Eigth curse, Star-Cow smiled at Moon-Puppet. Moon-Puppet gnawed at Three-Snakes, Crimson-Snakes, their domain and all of Arena's White-Gold.

Nineth curse, Star-Cow laughed, Three-Snakes Egg-Excretion cryed and destroyed itself, Black-Top, Gray-Desert, Crimson-Snakes in mass Dark-Ash.

Tenth curse, Star-Cow reminded Spore-Tree of Lugbu-So incident. Ann-Xileel slaughtered many Crimson-Snakes in blood debt to Lugbu-So."

Jormaw walked into the smithy and couldn't see the orc to be anywhere in sight. He decided that'd he do a little bit of meditation on the Hist's
whisper before the orc returned. So next to the forge, he bended knee and claimed both hands onto his legs, whilst closing his eyes to dream.

[Elizabeth Falvey]

Alguidar, Outside Hela's Foly, Afternoon

"He's mad. Who knows if he comes back at all? Let's head on in." Suggested Alguidar, pointing at the inn's door with his eyes. As he did that, the door opened. An Imperial walked outside, with three bodyguards. Again, the dreaded uniform of Skyrim's oppressors. He remembered the Imperial, he was with him when they found Aguaar's horse. He especially remembered screaming at the Imperial. The reasons escaped him now, probably just the result of the dire circumstances when they met. The farmer usually hid his hate for the Legion much better.

He stared at the hill for a few seconds, making a comment to Jacqueline. Alguidar, stood there, waiting. As he looked across the road, he saw the Argonian, standing by the forge. The blacksmith wasn't there. "That slimy lizard has to be up to something. The Orc better get up there soon." He thought as he waited for Jacqueline's reaction.

[Saul C]

Jacqueline, Outside Hela's Folly, Afternoon.

"Bet he'd take that as a compliment" she joked with the Imperial that had spoken to her. She turned to Alguidar. "So you wanna get rid of this stuff now? Let's head inside 'n see if we'll get any business" she smiled. "Can't stand out 'ere all day, right?"

[Danel]

Varyn, Valton, Hela's Folly - Middas, Afternoon

Varyn was glad when he made it back within sight of the inn. He could use a good jug of alcohol and a chair to rest his aching bones. Building houses is especially hard when you're 1148 years old. Varyn reached the inn just as the young Breton and the Nord had begun to enter the establishment.

"Hmph, mad? No, I'm not mad. Old, yes, but not mad. You try acting normal when you have 1200 years of memories and guar crap flying around in your brain," Varyn was too tired to curse at them, and all he wanted to do was sit down.

He walked past the duo and their new Imperial friend as he made his way into the inn. His old crimson eyes scanned the room and then fell on the bar. He hobbled over and took a seat on a stool.

"Hey barman, get me a jug of mazte. I'm dying over here."

(OOC: Reallllllyyyyy crappy post. Just needed to get something in there.)

[Mel E]

Alguidar, Hela's Foly, Afternoon

Alguidar stayed silent in the presence of the Imperial. Being a supporter of the rebellion, engaging with a Legion official was probably risky. A kind of caution he wishes he had before he screamed at him the first time. Taking the cue from Jacqueline, he turned to the door, briefly nodding to the Imperial on their way. The old Dunmer returned, rambling again, then getting past them and into the inn.

"Crazy bug eater." mumbled Alguidar, annoyed, as he followed the Elf inside.

Walking into the inn, they stumbled into an Orc. The one who abandoned the forge moments ago. Alguidar's first instinct was try to sell him his products but that reminded him of a mistake he made once, back at Windhelm.

Charged by his father to sell some produce, he found just the perfect place. The inn. He walked from table to table, selling some things here and there at prices much below what the inn keeper was charging. "Cut out the middle man!" he announced to the patrons happily. Gold was filling his pocket and his clients were saving gold by cutting the Inn's margin. The only one that wasn't smiling was the inn keeper. When he finally got word of what was going on, a terrible argument ensued. Alguidar, along with his family, were banned from the Inn. Months passed before the whole situation was forgotten and the family could start supplying the Inn again.

Many years passed, yet, Alguidar still had fresh memories of that event, carved deeply into his mind by his father's harsh words. He knew the patrons here were off limits.

"You're the blacksmith, yes? We have business with you but now, know that there's a lizard on your forge. You should make haste before something happens."

Edit: Many typos.

[WYatt REed]

Danus Maximus. Outside the inn. Afternoon.

While he said that comment to the Breton she replied that he would probably take that as a compliment. The Nord then nodded at the Imperial as he entered the inn leaving the breton behind. After thinking about it for a second the Imperial now suspects him of being a stormcloak sympathizer. Why else would he suddenly accuse the Empire of tyranny and typical Stormcloak propaganda? (Though even Danus thinks that some of what Ulfric say is true) However Danus does not have proof. Still he will keep that in the back of his head for having a rebel supporter could hurt his chances of completing his assignment.

He then told the Breton, "I wouldn't be surprised he does worship Seogorath. Anyways I have business to do." Before heading for a stroll to think about what to do. (For a Skyrim hold there seem to be many more Dunmer than Nords here. They must be swarming here from Windhelm) he thought.