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The strange tale of the Drunken Wolf Inn is about to begin. The Inn is rather large for what it is. It has three floors and a basement. The first floor is the main bar and common area. It is only mildly lit, with a large oak bar on the far wall, behind the bar is an old Redguard woman serving as the barkeeper. She may be old but has a keen eye for trouble and is known to be very charismatic. She moves back and forth behind the bar serving the patrons. Sitting on the far left of the bar is an Imperial in full plate mail, on the back of the armor is the crest of the City Watch. He lightly sips an ale. Scanning the area for any signs of danger. Down the center of the bar is a Dunmer wearing glass armor and wielding a strange golden sword. He is drinking a flask of water and seems to be constantly looking around the bar. Next to him stands a Bosmer with leather armor and a glass dagger, he’s smiling but no one is sure at what. To the right of him is an Orc. He’s having an argument with the bartender about his tab, and though he is very powerful and strong it is obvious to all that overhear the argument that he is lacking in the brain department. Sitting on the far right side of the bar is an imperial wearing a travelers cloak, he has a glass of mead but has yet to take a drink of it. On the left end of the wall closest to the entrance sits two Imperials and an Altmer, One of the Imperials is clutching a large bag of septims and is having an argument with the Altmer, it is too quiet to hear what they are saying. Both of the Imperials are wearing Iron armor and the Altmer is wearing a set of red mage robes with the hood pulled up. In the center of the room gathered around a small table is a group of four Khajiit. They claim to be merchants but most of the bar doubts that. They are getting slightly rowdy but aren’t terribly disruptive so the barkeep leaves them to whatever they are celebrating. Sitting in a corner away from everyone is an old Breton, he hasn’t done anything suspicious but is clearly infected with something so everyone tends to avoid him. He’s wearing black robes with the hood pulled up. His hands are shaking badly and he’s drinking a glass of cheap wine.

In the basement an Orc cook busily prepares the food orders for the night. There isn’t much else in the basement aside from the small kitchen and a larder to hold the food.

In the second floor is where the rooms are. In room six a Khajiit lays in bed staring at the ceiling, waiting for the night to be over, he rolls over and mutters something to himself. An Argonian housekeeper   bustles back and forth between all the rooms, cleaning them and making sure the needs of everyone staying is met.

The third floor holds two master suites. Only the rich get to stay here, one of the rooms is occupied by one of the Inn goes down in the bar area but the other room sits empty. No one is on the third floor.

Everyone seems to have something they need to do. They continue on as though waiting for a command from some unknown person…

The game begins