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The Legionnaires instinctively begin watching the Orc. Rumors paint him as a bar-brawler, after all. The Imperial Captain also asks for a replacement, as she just sent one her men to tail the nervous Altmer. Upstairs, the maid enters the Presidential Suite and begin cleaning and preparing the room for its vastly wealthy resident.

The Imperial and his Nordic friend begin shouting and provoking one another. The officer and her men turn to them and prepare to act in case the argument gets violent, wich it does. The Imperial punches his friend on the nose, who immediatly counter-attacks with a boot to the family jewels. The Imperial crouches, allowing his ennemy to bash his head against the counter a few times. The Imperial Captain steps in, but the Nord grabs a bottle of beer and uses as a blunt weapon. She dodges the first attack, but not the second. The Imperial gathers enough strength to throw himself over the counter, taking the Nord with him. The Legionnaires hurry in order to persecute them, but the Orc suddenly gets up, lumps over the bar and shouts: ´´I show you what real bar-brawer can oo!`` Before jumping in and grabbing them both by their armour's collar. He punches the Nord right on the nose, breaking it. The impact is loud enough for even the servant on the Third Floor to hear it. The pelt-wearing man falls uncounscious. The Imperial refuses to get beaten, though, and head-butts the Orc on the chin. The Orsimer yells ´´By Maacath, on't ruin wha's eft of my eeth!``

The Legionnaires try to step in, but the Orc and Imperial suddenly team up and tackle both soldiers to the ground. They remove their helmets and the two teams begin battling. One of the nobles by the fire fears he's getting a heart attack. ´´All this excitement is too much for me!`` He mumbles, as his friend tries to get him out of the inn, but the Khajiit block their paths. They ask to be able to leave, but the felines ask for a few coins, first. The nobles refuse to pay and yet another fight ensues. The Bosmeri waitress screams for them to stop, but no one is listening.

Before anyone even realizes how it even started, the Tiber Septim Hotel is turned in a fighting pitt. On one end: Khajiit vs Nobles, and on the other; Drunks vs Legionnaires.