Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25286356-20131027205100/@comment-25286356-20131028182735

The Nord in fur raises his hand and signals for another drink. The bartender brings him another mug of ale and returns just as the Argonian asks for a glass of water. The Khajiit archer steps up, leaving his half-a-bottle of mead on the counter and goes to address the leather-clad Bosmer. ´´May this one ask what troubles you?`` He politely inquires.

Immediatly after, the Bretonic lady returns an empty bottle of wine to the bartender and proceeds into the restaurant. She sits at a table near the nervous Bosmer and the beautiful elven waitress asks if she can take her order. The small Redguard family starts looking around, as though they had forgotten something. The Alik'r captain, Arhaad, passes by them and asks his young apprentice about anything suspicious. As he traverses the restaurant, the young boy with his parents looks up to the seasoned veteran, stars in his eyes. He then turns around and claims he wants to be an Alik'r Warrior, someday. The nervous Wood Elf grabs a piece of paper and charcoal and begins writting something, exchanging glances in the process. He then turns around to answer the feline's question.

Back at the bar, the sailors and mercenaries order another round. The Redguard barkeeper grabs a plate and escorts six bottles of ale to their location. One of them utters a complaint about the Alik'r Coterie, claiming that the nobility prefers employing them over contractors. One of the sailors agrees and says he and his brother will sail for Skyrim, tommorow.

Upstairs, the Imperial laying on his bed gets up and heads for his fellow Cyrodiilic adventurers. Nobody hears what they say, but the treasure-hunters shake their heads in denial and ask him to return later, perhaps.