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The interrogator puts his note back in his pocket and reports to the captain. One of the Khajiit leaves and goes check on his friend, while his comrades sit down and continue to drink. The grieving Nord and beautiful waitress finish discussing and the former seems a bit more joyful. She goes to speak with the Breton, who asks her to lean in closer before giving her a small pouch of gold. The Imperial Captain notices the pair in the act and tasks her other Legionnaire with keeping an eye on the both of them. It seems the law-enforcement officer has her hands full watching everybody. She suddenly remembers the courier's letter and delivers it to the nervous Altmer, who gasps and starts stuttering. The officer asks if he's alright and the golden-skinned mer answers: ´´Just fine``. He reads the note, his hands trembling more and more, before groaning in disappointement. He gets up, but the Imperial Captain puts a hand on his shoulder and repeats her question. The Altmer gives her an identical response. He grabs his bags and leaves the Hotel, every fiber of his being shaking and every pore sweating.

The Iron-clad Imperial gets an angry look and goes to his Nordic friend. The former is obviously upset about being abandonned, but the latter refuses to apologize. They enter an argument and the Legionnaires begin looking at them, just as the two nobles slowly walk down the stairs, carefully checking for signs of trouble. The Imperial Captain assures them the situation is under control and they both return to their seats near the fire.

Meanwhile, an Orc with only half his teeth left in his mouth walks to the bar. ´´I woud ike some ead, pease.`` He says as he chooses a stool and sits quietly.