Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25286356-20131021050900/@comment-25286356-20131023015038

The Khajiit in strange garnments approaches the fire and speaks to the Dunmer and Breton. Their discussion is short and the feline soon turns away and begins looking around the room again. Meanwhile, the beautiful Bosmer waitress returns with the Khajiit's orders and serves them. They thank her and one of them gives her a few septims as tip. As she walks back to the bar, the fur-armoured Nord rudely ignores his friend and grabs her by the arm. He asks: ´´How much for one night?``, but recieves no answer. As the Bosmer tries to wrestle away from her charmer's grip, the Nord in fur pulls her towards him and says that he will ´´conquer her like any true Nord conquers any harsh beast``. She groans in disgust and breaks from his grip. The self-proclaimmed ladies man does not relent, however, and persues her. As he goes to grab her by the waist, his Iron-clad friend rushes in an attempt to stop him from making a mistake, but is too slow. The waitress turns around and slaps him. He raises his arm, but the Imperial places himself between the two and tries to convince the Nord to calm down.

A few admire the show and some even encourage one or the other. One of the Argonian servants climbs down the stairs and adresses the barkeeper, who promptly ignores whatever the Orc says and goes to speak with the scaly housekeeper. The Orcish warrior gets infuriated and, muttering to herself, goes to speak with a Dunmer and Nord sitting nearby. She insults the grey-skinned mer and the trio enters an argument.

Away from the excitement, is the hooded Bosmer who steps up and leaves the inn rapidly. Just as he traverses the doormat, an Imperial with a tattoo on his face enters the inn and heads directly for the barkeeper. ´´Are you the Synod mage who reserved room 2?`` asks the Argonian. ´´Yes, uhm... I took-erh, reserved a room, here.`` answers the nimble man. The barkeeper signals his gorgeous waitress, who hastily tears herself away from the Nord and escorts the mage to his room. The grief-stricken Nord suddenly stops weeping as the fuss taking place at the other end of the bar catches his atention. An Argonian suddenly gets up and starts tailing the hooded Bosmer, while his Altmer friend tightens the knots on his large bags.