Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25286356-20131027205100/@comment-25286356-20131029211822

The two Redguards and Khajiit sharing a table begin arguing a little, but no one can hear what they actually say. The nervous Bosmer responds to the Khajiit and the two part ways. The Bretonic lady stands up and approaches her short neighbor. Their shoulders meet. She apologizes and goes away in embarassement. The elf look her up and down and continues towards the bar. The aging Alik'r Warrior keeps an eye on both of them, in addition to the young Nord sitting on his own. A rather strange fellow with a knotted beard suddenly begins chuckling, as if an imaginary friend told him a joke. The youngest of the two warriors in traditional Hammerfell Garb looks at the Bretonic with an equally curious and suspicious look in his eyes.

The Bosmeri and Argonian adventurers begin conversing on a hushed tone, while the mysterious Imperial addresses the Redguard bartender.

´´Have you had any strange sorts coming through, lately?`` The Cyrodiilic wizard asks.

´´There's been a few, lately. A Nord who keeps rambling about his last barfight, a Breton with a lion's mane and a creepy laugh, even a few mage sorts who seemed to be in a hurry for something. Didn't say what, though.`` Answers the Hammerfell native.

´´Thank you.`` Answers the wizard before stepping away from the counter.

The sailors and mercenaries start getting a little rowdy, but aren't breaking anything, just yet. Meanwhile, the wealthy Altmer turns around in his bed and sighs.