Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24218133-20140609182608/@comment-5735114-20140611203014

(Damn, time on that side is flying by...)

Arriving in Anvil, glad for the lack of hostile wildlife as he had just been rowing for multiple hours, Angel sought out the tavern first. He'd the innkeepers were one of the best sources of information around, even if most of it was wasted on drunks. Walking into the inn, Angel's race immediately incited suspicion, even from the few in the bar that were incapable of speech. Sitting down at a table, not too far from the bar but not too close, Angel called the bartender over.

"What is it you want?" asked the Imperial somewhat bitterly, walking over. He wasn't about to refuse a customer, even if he was a poor Altmer.

"Whoa, why so bitter?" replied Angel, managing to conceal most of his noble Elven accent. "I'm not one of those Dominion bastards; they abanonded me on some island after finding I was 'unsuitable for combat', and it took me hours to row here. I just wanted a drink, and to speak to an Empire official..."

The barkeep lightened up slightly. His story, while not very realistic, matched up with his weary appearance, abundance of sweat and wet hair, and poor man's clothes. "You got the money to pay for that?"

Angel reached into the back pocket of his trousers, eventually pulling out 5 Septims. "Is this enough?" he asked, attempting to sound hopeful.

The barkeeper took the coins and returned shortly, drink in hand. He offered it to the Altmer, who grabbed it and took a big swig. "Ah, it's been ages..."

The innkeeper could see where this would this would end up, so he decided to get his point across quickly. "Before you're too drunk, I'll tell you that I heard the Empire and Covenant are having a peace meeting in some forn near Chorrol. Battle... sword or something it was called, I don't quite remember. I'd say that's your best bet, though I'm not sure if there's anyone still there."

Angel quickly stood up, tankard still in hand. "Best hurry then," he muttered, binging down the rest of his drink. Putting down the tankard, he thanked the bartender and walked out of the bar slightly shakily.

Now then... he thought, taking out his map and trying to ignore the effects of the alcohol, no matter how slight. I need a horse...