A large Khajiit enters dressed in ebony armor.

"ah this looks like a good tavern, better than the last place I was in, "The Racist Nord. Anyway I'd like one Bottle of Skoom- er I mean ale."

He then mutters under his breath "can't afford to get hooked on that again..."

Here you are cat. That'll be 10 septims. You need some extra "sugar" on that sweet roll?

"You have sweetrolls here? I'll have one of those too maybe this time I'll even get to eat it!"

he mumbles "hopefully this time it won't get stolen... again."

Oh ho ho... Yet another victim of the sweet roll thief.~ Lick it first, at the least. So if it IS stolen, you have some vengeance. (Some may enjoy the thought, unfortunately.)

*A lithe, supple Khajit with a hard gaze comes in and shakes the snow off, then jingles sack of coins towards the counter*

"You serve any of that Sam Guervane's brew? I've got a bet going with an argonian that I can't shoot the sweetroll off his head after two drinks."

I love the name. Less brew, and more Hist laden 'opium' den. You can have a Gallagher-esque brother trying to steal your good name in Dawnstar with "The Drowned Argonian" establishment. Fratricide FTW.

Overhearing the recent drink order, a wily Nord with the leathered hands of an archer looks the Khajit straight in the eye and inquires,

"Only two? Fifty septims says I can shoot two sweetrolls off his hands with a single shot after three, fancy a wager?"

I used to be an Argonian maid, then I took a spear to the....

Well, sweetlings, if you have need to have that wager, I'm sure Flows would have no quarrel if we granted ourselves access to his stock, so long as payment is left...~

*enters and sneaks around stealing everyones sweatrolls*

Got any mammoth trunk?

I will not accept this explanation until it has been scientifically proven.

*Sneaks into tavern and looks for sweetrolls to steal*

- By the Nine Divines! They're all gone! Gone!!!

*notices the thalmor standing right behind him, hands on hips*

...

- Eight. I said EIGHT. Must be the ale playing tricks on your ears.

The door opens and an imposing figure walks in. In full daedric armor, wielding a mighty daedric batleaxe, the figure walks up to the counter and takes a seat. In strange contrast, the figure lets out a disheartened sigh. It takes of its helmet... to reveal a rather good looking redguard woman. She's not the most beautiful specimen out there, and there is the occasional scar or two from battle, but the rather nice appearance is a very striking contrast to the otherwise terrifying Daedric armor she was wearing. In a softspoken voice, she begins...

"You wouldn't believe the day I've had... Barkeep? If you wouldn't mind, I love to drown my sorrows with a nice bellyfull of honningbrew mead."

Not too soon after the doors open again and a mysterious hooded archer steps into the tavern, he was clad in Elven armour, his weapon of choice was a Hand Crafted Elven bow that seemed to glow with the power he had enchanted it with, the Archer soon began to make his way to the bar, he pulled up a seat next to the Redguard women. He then pulled down his hood revealing the face of a young Wood Elf Ranger with silver hair and white eyes. He let out a loud yawn and then said "Oi barkeep, oi, I want to rent a room for the night." He then pulled out a coin purse full of gold and put it on the table.

Fish-Breath: We have to lick the Hist a bit more until we develop the ability to breathe mead.

*Orders a big jug of Argonian Ale, a lot of salmon steaks, and a sweet roll*


:D

Best in show.

The young redguard woman looks over to the bosmer. "Long day for you too, I take it?" She looks through her coinpurse pulling out enough coin for what would typically get three drinks for the two of them. "Care to share your sorrows with a bit of mead?"

Argonians unite!

We have the greatest standing in Tamriel at the moment. We conquered our largest enemies and drove them into their surrounding province, and our home swamps are unassailable by other races. We also have the sixiest men.

You wouldn't happen to have any jagga would you?

Barkeep got any flin?

A passing guard notices the scimitar at my side and stands nearby completely dumbstruck

The barkeep must be off reading The Lusty Argonian Maid somewhere. I haven't seen him for awhile.

I'm sure he'll... 'Finish' soon, yes?

Ba'riiq glances at the redguard woman in daedric.

I used to wear daedric armor, then I took an arrow in the... er I mean people kept thinking that a dremora was attacking the town, so I went back to Ebony.

he then Mutters "I'm still at the armor cap anyway... I do a lot of muttering don't I? hmm..."

He then takes a drink from the bottle of ale and looks around.

"What? where's my sweetroll? Guards! By the eight!" he then looks at the Thalmor "Or are we down to 7 now? I can never keep track..."

Sweetrolls are overrated. Give me roasted venison any day.