Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-11462477-20131010164936/@comment-11462477-20131015022952

The barkeeper nods at the Altmer and pours him a drink, the Altmer takes it gratefully and drinks it down. He walks upstairs to go to his room but gasps loudly when he sees that the Dunmer has kicked down the door to room to room 3 and is brandishing the golden sword, threatening to kill the man in black robes. “Time to die foul Necromancer! For the glory of Meridia!” the Dunmer shouts angrily

   “Wait!” shouts the man in black. “If you spare me, I can show you to a cult of other necromancers!” The Dunmer looks unconvinced so he adds “I’ll even turn myself in to the guards! Please!” The Dunmer sighs and says.

“Fine, come with me.” He grabs the man roughly and ties his arms behind his back. “Sit.” He shoves the man to the ground. “And don’t move, I must prepare.” The Dunmer shuts the door behind him and locks it. He returns to the bar and begins to write something on a piece of parchment. The Watch Captain is preoccupied with watching the bar but still hears all of the commotion and sees the Dunmer come back down to the bar, sword still in hand as he sheathes it. He’s about to question the Dunmer when the drunken Orc abruptly pushes off the bar and walks over to the table with the Khajiits. “Damn cats!” He drunkenly slurs his words.

The Khajiit stop their celebrating, one of them asks. “We don’t want problems friend.”

The Orc gets an angry look in his eye. “Did I say you could talk to me cat? I’ll teach you some manners!” The Orc reels back his fist and punches the Khajiit as hard as he can, the sound of bones cracking is hear as the Khajiits nose   breaks and he crumples to the floor.

“J’skar!” one of the Khajiit shouts before rushing to his friends aid.

The Orc laughs and continues to berate the Khajiits.

Seguri doesn’t want anything to do with this. He walks upstairs and goes to the room with the Khajiit in it. He knocks lightly on the door. The Khajiit sighs at the interruption and answers the door. “Yes?” He asks in an irritated voice.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“I recognize you.” Seguri quietly tells him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">The Khajiit looks confused and says “Go bother someone else drunkard. I don’t know who you are.” He slams the door and goes back to his book.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">The housekeeper looks mortified and has no idea how to continue on. She goes downstairs to talk to the barkeeper. The Imperial in iron armor is curious to see how things turn out. He goes to the bar and orders some grilled chicken, he watches the captain to see what he does.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">This is all too much for the Altmer, his heart is beating rapidly and he worries a panic attack may be coming on soon. He grabs his bag and flees up to his suite, locking the door behind him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">The cook downstairs receives the order for the chicken, he’s upset at this as he wants to watch the bar fight, but he sighs and does his job anyway.