Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25286356-20131027205100/@comment-25286356-20131030145804

The mysterious Imperial begins looking around the bar, as though he lost something. The Nord in fur begins chuckling, just as the eldest Alik'r approaches the bartender and asks him about 'mage sorts'. The Redguard answers to the best of his capabilities and the captain thanks him. He then turns around and sees the sailors and mercenaries getting increasingly rowdy. The Argonian and Bosmer depart and interrupt the arguing Khajiit and Imperials. They begin whispering and one of the felines launches a death eye at the youngest Alik'r. The reptile grabs a piece of paper and begins writting something, then puts it back in her pocket. The small group parts ways and the four at the table get somewhat agitated. Meanwhile, the Argonian in leather circles around, nods at the young warrior and stands behind the Breton with a knotted beard.

A Bretonic lady meets with a young Nord and the two begin conversing. The Khajiit archer groans and sits at a table. He orders a slice of apple pie and the beautiful Bosmeri waitress goes down the stairs to the kitchen. The Altmer in his room gets up and sits at his desk, writting in his journal. Suddenly, four more Redguards arrive on the scene and ask the bartender; ´´We are here on a reservation.``

´´Of course, they're in the restaurant.`` Answers the barkeeper.

The small group join the small family and they all greet each other warmly. They Argonian waitress approaches them and takes their multiple orders.

Back in the bar, the treasure-hunters ask their neighbors to calm down a bit, but the latter merely throw insults at them. The Imperials retort that they will warn the captain if they get any louder, only to be called cowards. One of fortune-seekers gets up, ready to fight, but is intercepted by his friend. Three of the mercenaries get up to meet the challenger. They begin arguing. It seems only one of them would prefer that the evening remain calm.