Vulkwasten Tavern

((I noticed we didn't have a new Tavern thread after the move from S'ren-ja. Open RP, Anyone can join (or leave...or rejoin) whenever they like.))


Styletta walked the path from her little rented place to the Tavern. The first thing she did was quietly slip upstairs to the Clinic to check on he friend Hlor, who was in a coma. She looked exactly like she did the day before...no change. She sighed, disappointed, and headed back downstairs to start her routine. She swept the floors and wiped down the bar and tables while she waited for the customers.

Mo'jahi Ice-Eye walked back into the tavern after having checked out things in the brewery, having not been in there for a while. Looking around, he found himself a nice and quiet spot at a table in the back and sat there. Taking out his own flask, he drank a bit and then sat around, yawning and waiting...

The short burgundy haired bosmer waved and smiled at the newcomer. She hadn't met him before and assumed he was new in town. "H-hi! I'm Styletta, the b-barmaid here. C-can I get you anything?" The studdering elf was still very nervous around most but still managed to remain polite and friendly.

Looking over at who had started talking, Mo'jahi noticed it was the bartender, someone he did not know. In reply to her question, Mo'jahi shock his head. The flask he had with him contained all the drink he would need, his own special brew mixed with blue skooma. Thinking a moment, Mo'jahi decided to respond further. "It seems this one has not had the pleasure of your acquaintance. This one is Mo'jahi Ice-Eye and he brews most of the alcohol in the brewery although of late he has not be around as much."

She nodded with a smile when he showed her the flask. She was about to go back to cleaning until he spoke to her.

Y-you make the drinks? " She looked impressed and surprised. "They're r-really good and get a l-lot of compliments! It's n-nice to finally meet you. D-do you own the Tavern and Brewery?"

Elsy quietly slipped into the tavern after having been out on a walk. She pulled down her hood upon entering and smiled at the two, surprised to see Ice Eye. She then leaned against one of the tables, remaining quiet so that she wouldn't interrupt anything.

A smile flashed across his face at the bartender's reply. "Yes, most of them at least and thanks though this one only works at the Brewery. What is your name?"

"I l-like them a lot too, but i d-don't drink a whole lot. My name is Styletta. M-most everyone calls me S-sty. Do you go by Mo'jahi?"

Sty put away the broom and saw Elsy walking in. She gave her a bright smile. "Hello T-treethane."

She smiled warmly. "Hello there, Sty. And hello Ice-Eye. It's been quite some time since I've seen you here." She gave each of them a nod.

Afer enters the tavern in his fighters guild armor wiping the sweat off his face with a piece of cloth from his pouch. Looks around nodding to everyone in there. "Hello ladies and....." looks at Ice eye briefly him seeming familiar "Greetings sir"

"C-can I get you a-anything Treethane?" she put down the rag she was using to clean the tables when Afer showed up next. She gave him a smile as well. "L-let me guess...you want to r-raid the jar of sweets?"

She nodded a greeting, "Hello, Afer."

Her eyes flitted to Sty and she smiled, "I'll have a rotmeth if it isn't too much trouble."

"Oh it's n-not any trouble at all!" Her smile was big and she looked to be in a good mood already. Sty walked to the other side of the bar and looked around for the rotmeth. She finally found it next to a few other bottles of different brews. She also grabbed the jar of sweets that she figured Afer would ask for and set them on the bar in front of him before walking back to Elsy. "H-here you go, Threethane."

She took the bottle with a soft smile. "Thank you, Sty." Elsy took a sip, "You look rather chipper today. Still snickering from Afer in is 'battleapron?'" She smirked.

"Oh Styles you know me so well" he takes his gauntlets off and sets them on the table and starts eating leaving her some coin to pay for them. "If only i had something to drink with this so i don't choke...... water please" he smirks at Styletta and turns to Elsy "So how is life as tree princess doing for you so far?"

"Yes, Mo'jahi shall do just fine" in reply to Sty's question. Mo'jahi then quickly responds to the Treethane with "This one has been away for a while" and to Afer with a nod of greeting before taking another sip and sitting back in his chair, watching the others at the bar.

She giggled at the mention of the apron. "The B-battle Apron." She repeated with another giggle. "That was too f-funny." She turned grabbed a cup to fill it with water. Her cheeks turned red what Elsy asked her about the reason for her mood. "Oh....umm...I'm j-just having a g-good day. I hope y-you are too." She handed Afer the cup of water. "No battle apron t-today?"

Looking around the tavern "It doesnt seem like you need much assistance right now. And the battle apron comes well equipped with several places to hide daggers and sheath a mace... just in case more crazy people decide to come in"

Fedris entered the tavern holding a tiny bundle of wet linens. His normally braided hair tied loosely in a wet silky heap behind his head. He wore a very light fitted tank, loose linen pants and his trademark boots. Shaking his head, smirking at the bar before joining the others.

"What's this I hear about a battle apron?" He teased at Afer, giving a warm nod to Sty.

Sty's smile brightened, "Fedris! Did you g-go swimming at the beach? I still h-haven't visited there y-yet. Can i g-get you something? "

She raised an eyebrow at Afer, "R-really? A mace?" She looked back at Fedris. " Hes h-helping me here and he's using a b-battle apron cause a regular one d-doesn't hold a mace."

"Heya Fedris, Yeah Kraytune decided that the barmaid life is too low for her so she left for Auridon. I saw here there a few days ago when I was dealing with fighters guild business down there ad she seemed pretty happy but Im sure she'll return but in time I'll help Styles until she comes back." he slowly starts shoving whole pieces of sweetrolls in his mouth

He gave a silly look to Afer, "Hiding a mace? And I thought you were just happy to see me."
He turned to Sty, "I went swimming yes, but in the lake nearby. The water was very refreshing, the fish however...well, not so much." He pokes his tongue out. "But, at least I don't smell like I rolled in dead plants anymore. I have yet to see the beach, perhaps that's something we can explore...together?"
Stretching his arms out over his head, he smiles. "Oh, but you know what? I could go for some water."

Fedris' joke went right over poor Sty's head and she looked at the two, confused. "B-but he's not wearing the battle apron-" her eyes went wide and her face turned bright pink. "Ohhhh. " she giggled while she poured Fedris a cup of water and then handed it to him. She leaned on the bar casually and grinning at them.

"I don't think you smelled like dead leaves." She laughed. "Oh I w-would love to see the beach with you , F-fedris. M-maybe Afer can get his battle apron and t-take over for me here later so we can go."

"It goes well, Afer. Nothing too much to complain about, but always busy," she responds after sipping on her drink.

She gives a nod to Ice-Eye.

She giggled softly to Sty, knowing full well the reason why she was so happy. "I am, thank you."

She looked back to Afer, smirking. "Battle apron or not, it is still an apron. No shame in wearing one, I just still can't believe you willingly put it on." She snickered.

She gave a nod to the vaguely familiar Fedris, biting her lip to hide a smirk to his quip.

"Heh, that's sweet of you, though it's possibly you may just be used to the smell of the woods. Not that that's a bad thing, of course." He sips from his cup, slowly closing his eyes for a moment. "Ah, much better. It's funny, how being in water can make one so damn thirsty."

He glanced over at Afer and his plate of sweetrolls. "Nice sweets you have there. Think you could watch the bar while we build sand castles?" He gestured to Sty, smirking.

He looked to the Treethane, giving her a respectful nod. "I have heard of you, lady Elsynia, yes? You are the Treethane of this hold?"

hear this mockery of his batte apron but cant help and join in the laughter "Hey, when a crazy guy comes in and threatens you and no guards are around a battle apron can and will save your life." turning to Elsy "I thought it was required, i dont wanna get my gear filthy for poison water or whatever you call alcohol now." looking to Sty "And i dont know about me taking you to the beach, there is a lot of scary things in the water Im not sure you can handle. Like slaughter fish and sea monsters" he says making dramatic arm movement. He then corrects Fedris "She is the tree princess of this place. And No I wanna build a sand castle as well. Gonna call it fort Afer, its gonna have the strongest wall ever"

Fedris nearly spits out his water, "T-Tree Princess?"
Looking to Sty, "I think we can handle a few slaughterfish. Maybe even bring one back as a pet. Keep it in a little bowl, name it Afer..." He teases, resting his head in his large hand on the bar.

Can't help but laugh, "Tree Princess is Afer's nickname for me. Aye, I am merely the Treethane here. You are Fedris, Hloriella's brother, yes?"

She smirked to Afer, "Aye, fair enough. Though I'm not sure I'd insult the brew here with the brewmaster sitting not but a few tables away."

He gave Elsy a firm nod, "That would be me, Fedris Timberscrub. It's an honor to meet you, I hear you run a tight ship around here."

She dipped her head in greeting, "A pleasure to finally meet you formally." She smiled softly, "I like to think so, aye. But one can only do so much when it seems our bits of bad luck are never in short supply here."

She playfully rolled her eyes at Afer. "I d-doubt we'll be attacked by sea monsters but if w-we are, I'll point it out to you and y-ou can hit it with the m-mace you hide under your battle apron."

"A p-pet slaughterfish! Thats what the t-tavern needs. The c-customers would find it interesting."

Focused still on Elsy, "I have been to many taverns, I swear this one must be cursed." He chucked before returning his gaze to Sty.
"What would we feed him though? I suppose drunks could do..." He taps his chin, grinning. "Or sweets."

moves his plates of sweets as he glares at Fedris "Or how about no sweets and we feed you to them."

Sty giggled again. "Now Afer, w-what did I say about sharing? There are enough s-sweets to go around. If not, I can make m-more." she gave Fedris a little wink.

"Well, I'm stuffed full of sugar..so you would only grow his appetite for more." He poked his tongue out at Afer.

"What!? But he threaten my sweets..... besides he doesnt want any. More for me of course. Why dont you try one Styles? its good for you, sorta... not really, but it makes you happy" he holds one cookie out

"Woah hey...I never said I didn't want any..." Eyes the cookie with a hungry smirk, "but...I agree with Afer, you should be enjoying some sweets too, Sty. You work so hard."

She looks at the cookie, tempted. "T-those are from the new recipe I found. I haven't tried them yet...maybe just a little b-bite..." she reached for a cookie and broke off a tiny little bite to try, chewing on it slowly. "Mmm, good." she held out the rest of the cookie in front of Fedris for him to try a bite. "You t-think the slaughterfish will like it?"

He leans over the counter to take a bite of the cookie, looking around in contemplation as he chews. "By Y'ffre, that was delicious...what kind of sugar did you add to these?" He gazes at Sty with complete delight. "You should have more, surely one cookie won't hurt you."

realizing he has to share more of his cookies he tries to avoid this "Maybe one is a enough... I dont think Sty can handle too much sweet cause you know she ver sweet already" he fake laughs slowly pulling the tray away for himself

Raising his eyebrow at Afer, "careful now, you have an apron to fit into there thunder thighs..."

Sty smirked as he took a bite from the cookie she was holding and then at the compliments, "Well I can't t-tell you everything about them or you all can m-make them and then I won't be needed here as much."

"Aww that's s-sweet Afer." she then burst out laughing at Fedris' joke, leaning over the bar more while sh laughed.

"Fair enough, I won't try and steal your cookie secrets..." He leans forward closer to her, speaking softer. "But I will have to insist on tasting some more." He raises his brow and gives a sly smirk at her.

looking at his thighs "Well I have this problem where I just can get fatter or bigger....... or grow facial hair. So I think I safe on eating as much as I want" he noms away

Strokes his beard proudly, "Can't grow one of these eh? Tsk tsk.." He shakes his head dismissively yet playfully.

She grinned after she stopped laughing. She picked off another small piece to chew on. "I can m-make you some more. I don't think Afer will let anymore of h-his go without a fight."

She smirked at the two of them. "Afer would look very d-different with a beard. Yours is nice though, Fedris."

rubs his smooth face "I would be jealous but i like my none hairy face. Feels nice to the touch. Smooth like my daughters skin"

Chuckles to himself, "Well, if your happy with the lack of hair..." He shrugs. "Oh you have a daughter Afer? I can't picture you as a father..."
Smiling at Sty, "And thank you, miss Styletta...I don't think my face looks right without it."

"Afer has t-two kids. I met his l-little girl the other day. She was so a-adorable being carried around on Afer's s-shoulders."

She tilted her head to the side and chewed on the side of her lip for a moment. "Is a beard s-soft or s-scruffy feeling? D-doesn't your face ever get hot?"

Blinks at Afer, "Well I'll be damned, honestly I need to see that got myself!"
Turning back to Sty, "it's soft, but doesn't really itch, unless I trim it." He narrows one eye playfully, smirking. "You wanna touch it? I swear it won't eat your hand. Maybe."

"Hopefully he'll bring them b-both by and you can see them. I'd l-like to meet his other one. K-kids are nice to have around. A good c-change from all the drama."

She looked shy and nervous, "W-would that be weird? I've just always been c-curious and just never felt comfortable enough around anyone else t-to ask." She would lean over the counter more and reach up to just quickly touch his beard.

"I usually try to bring them whenever I can really.My son usually just hides or runs aound and does his own thing Never goes far but he also doesnt stay right next to me. And my daughter refuses to stand next to anyone other than me. And dont trust his words. Beards can eat your hand, only the massive ones"

"See? Soft, isn't it? And look, you still have all your fingers." He grins, gently touching her hand. "and now you can say you've lived to tell the tale." He poked his tongue out.

She was laughing at Afer describing his kids and then trying to convince her that beards do bite. She was surprised but how soft his beard was. "Yep, it s-suits you." she playfully scratched his chin with her fingertips before pulling away. "What's your favorite sweet?"

"Afer you s-should take some of those home to your k-kids."

He chuckled as she scratched his chin playfully, "my favorite? That's a good question...well, I have a soft spot for the sugar...moon sugar that is. So, anything heavy with that I suppose. Maybe a cake...yeah, I'm fond of those." He leans his head to the side, his loose ponytail following.
"Afer, you need to bring your kids some of these cookies, I'm sure they will flip. Unless they don't make it home with you..."

"Hmm..." she rested her head on her hand for a moment, thinking. "I t-think I might have a recipe that you'll like. I'll make you a c-cake sometime and let you see how g-good I can bake when I'm not r-rushed. I just l-love to bake. It's fun for me. W-what do you like to do?"

She tossed a piece of cookie at Afer, "D-don't eat them all before the kids get one."

tries his best to save a few pieces. "I will try my hardest to save a few pieces" he takes another bit into a sweetroll

"Really? You'd bake one for me?" He blinks several times before smiling, "things I like to do...lets see."
He taps his chin with his finger, "Reading, chatting to locals, really learning about what makes people tick...the little nuances of their lives. I suppose traveling is something I do, or did rather. Oh! The lute, I enjoy playing those." He offers her a wide but soft grin.
"I enjoy finding the beauty in things, even in the face of such ugliness, if that counts." Rubbing his chin, he relaxes his brow. "What things make you tick, Sty?"

She laughed, "Oh you s-sound very confident about that Afer." she joked, rolling her eyes. "I'll m-make some more for them for when they come back here."

"Oh! I p-play the lute!" she said excitedly, her eyes lighting up. "M-mother taught me since I was a kid." she had to think about his question for a bit. "Well...cooking and reading. I l-like to listen to stories and jokes. I d-don't know...I like to laugh." she shrugged. "And the water. I like the trees and the water. I f-find myself more comfortable around smaller crowds...or no crowds really." she giggled softly and wrapped a stray strand of hair around her finger.

He glances at Afer, rolling his eyes as he Bites into the sweetroll.

"Oh you play too? Perhaps we should play for everyone sometime. I'm sure your music will heal the bleeding mine would surely cause." He chuckled, leaning closer to her with his hand resting on his chin.
"My, my, you fancy a lot of interesting things. The water eh? I should have invited you to go swimming earlier! Perhaps another time then?" He watches her twirl her hair with her finger, causing him to grin, softly biting his lower lip. "No big crowds around there..."

A hooded figure is seen in the doorway. Racuvar steps into the tavern. Under on arm he carries what seems like a tube and a satchel. He takes a quick glance around at the others in the room, but makes his way directly towards a seat in the corner. He settles down into the seat, setting his things upon the table. As he does, he glances up seeing those at the counter. He looks back to his things, opening the tubed container and pulling out several sheets of parchments, rolled up into the container. Unrolling them, he sits back into the chair, beginning to quietly read over them. Every so often his gaze dart up to the others, but then quickly returning to the words upon the parchments.

She had continued to sip her drink, listening to the conversation around her with a content smile, when Racuvar walked in. She quirked a brow at the tube and the fervency with which he seemed to be reading the parchments it had contained. She decided not to mention it just yet, and instead conspicuously watched him with some intrigue.

She blushed a little, "Oh I d-doubt you play as bad as you think." she shrugged and pulled a tiny bit on the strand of hair that was wrapped around her finger, "Yeah, we s-should! I've been r-really busy here and c-couldn't go exploring much but I've been w-wanting to. N-no crowds would make me f-feel more relaxed. It g-gets so crazy here sometimes. W-we should go later-or tomorrow! I'm n-not doing anything then. It would b-be fun." she nodded quickly, liking the idea a lot.

She looked up and waved at Racuvar as he entered and went straight to a table. She poured a cup of water and walked to the table, setting it in front of him but away from all of his papers, to avoid it spilling on them. "If you n-need anything, just let me know, ok?" she gave a little smile and headed back towards the bar, not wanting to disturb him more since he looked busy but she was within ear shot if he needed anything.

Mo'jahi seemed to have dozed off for just a couple minutes, the others having been in the middle of a conversation which Mo'jahi ended up only partially listening to. The skooma was settling in and doing its work and that made dozing off so much easier. While he looked back around the room, he noticed a new presence had entered the tavern, sitting in a corner not too far from Mo'jahi and reading parchments.

"Well then its settled. I'm dragging your butt to the beach next time your free. Or maybe you'll be dragging me, I'm not sure where it is." He smiled a wide cheeky grin at her, closing his eyes with delight before turning his eyes on the new fellow entering the room.
"Oh Racuvar!" He waved at the Mer, raising a brow at his bundle of papers. "I wonder what he is working on..." He mutters to himself as he watches Sty bring him a drink.

"I g-guess we'll be dragging each other c-cause I'm not sure where it is either." she shrugged, "I'm s-sure we'll find it. This place c-can't be that big. I use to go s-swimming by the docks in Woodhearth. You had to be careful of all the s-ships though but it was still a l-lot of fun."

She giggled at Ice-Eye that was drifting on and off to sleep at the table he was sitting at alone before looking back over at Racuvar's papers. "He l-looks busy. I guess b-being a Spinner is a lot of work. W-what do you do, Fedris?"

"I'm sure we will find it, or have fun getting really, hopelessly lost. Ah, we will manage!" He pokes his tongue out in a silly manner. Oblivious to the sleeping Khajiit, he glances back at Rac.
"Aye, being a Spinner takes a certain kind of person, a strong bosmer that Racuvar must be." He rubbed his chin before looking upward. "Now...what do I do? Well now...I guess you can say...nothing at the moment. Not since getting here, anyway."
He looks Styletta dead in her eyes with his ruby gaze. "New beginnings and all. But, I'd love to find some kind of work...not sure where they would take me though." He chuckled, leaning back into his chair as he spoke.

She laughed, "N-normally I wouldn't think getting lost w-would be fun but with you there it might n-not be so bad. At least I'd feel safe and know that t-there would be good conversation."

She glanced back at Racuvar, "I use to t-talk to the Spinner at my old home when I was a kid. I found him v-very interesting and really smart." she nodded her head over at the bosmer, "He kind of r-reminds me of him."

She finished the rest of her cookie while she listened. "W-well I didn't think I'd find a job here but I s-seem to be an alright barmaid. J-just think of what you're good at and ask around. Or...you could work here with m-me while Kraytune is away." she leaned in close to Fedris, almost touching his cheek with hers, and spoke low so hopefully only he could hear her. "Afer's helping out b-but he's r-really a horrible barkeep...even with his b-battle apron."

"Oh dear..." He couldn't help but blush from the closeness and warmth of her face to his. "Is...he really that bad?" He scratched his head, "Well, I'm better at chatting than stabbing at people, but I can handle a fight." He lifts his hand, looking at it with a grin. "Especially with my fists. But honestly, if you're short handed..." He opens his hand to her on the bar. "I'm a free body."

She nodded, "He started a s-small fire." She explained with a grin. "He had his b-back turned to it the whole time." She couldn't help but laugh, remembering it.

"A free body huh? Well I c-can't turn that down." She blushed right after, just noticing how that sounded out loud. "Only if you d-don't have other stuff to do and don't mind hanging out with m-me all night." She smiled, leaning on the end of the bar so she could hurry to refill drinks or clean any spills."if you're good at defending yourself then m-maybe try a guard position? We definitely need more." She the pointed to Elsy, "M-aybem the Treethane knows of some job openings."

As he went to his table, he noticed some of the others looking to him, or shooting a wave. He just barely gave a nod of the head, not really sure what to say. As he sat and read he saw styletta come over with a drink. "Yes.. Thank you." He responded shortly to her, after which he just slumped back into the chair and began trying to reign in his attention to the reading set before him.

She had planned to let the bosmer sit there quietly and work but she was curious. "W-what is all that? Umm...Spinner stuff?" She frowned, realizing how silly that probably sounded.

Looked back up, a little surprised. "Oh, uh.. Well not particularly 'Spinner' stuff I suppose" he said looking down at his parchments.
"Old Altmeri texts.." He looked back up to her, perhaps a little nervously.

((Rac:: Not sure about the timeline here lol we can say this is before or after their talk from the game last night. I'm fine with either one.)))



"Sorry I didn't m-mean for it to sound so..." She shrugged and sighed. "Altmeri t-texts? Do you do a lot of r-research?"

He rubs his chin, shaking off his blushing as the contemplates Stys words. Muttering under his breath softly, "I wouldn't mind working with you..."

Turning to Elsy, "Treethane Elsynia, do you think you can help me find a job?" He looked up at her with hopeful eyes, not unlike a puppy.

((Lol, crazy time warp multi universe roleplay. Probably just play it as being after)


"I.. no, its alright" he said, shaking his head. "Yes, reading is a way to obtain knowledge one does not possess, so.. " His voice trailed a little bit, eyes drifted towards the counter as he spoke.

Looking back up to styletta, "you seem happy today."

((That works, yay for awkwardness! Lol))

She smiled and playfully elbowed Fedris. "G-good. It will keep you b-busy until you find a p-permanent job."

"Oh right, r-reading does do that." She said softly, feeling completely awkward and nervous. His next comment then made her feel guilty. "Oh...uh, I g-guess I am. I'm just glad that there's b-been no fights or werewolves shifting in the Tavern." She explained before saying under her breath, "and krimie's not here yet."

((sorry i cant access a pc during the day cause work. Late responses YAY!!))
He turns and nods to racuvar from earlier as he eats a bit more. Then looks at Sty "I guess all the crazies are sleeping. But you know the freaks will come out at night and then the fighting and fire will start."

His eyes fell at those words, his gaze leveling to the table. "Aye. Its nice to have things not always mess up... "

"You sure do enjoy eating Afer..." He tilts his head at him before looking between Sty and Rac. "What, is Krimie causing more trouble again?" He furrowed his brow.

"When is Krimie not causing trouble?"

"So I t-take it that it's pretty normal around here t-to have it be so hectic?" she asked after Afer's response and then looked back to Fedris, "You m-might get to show off that fighting talent of yours after all." she joked

She nodded to Racuvar, "Aye, I'll agree t-to that." she frowned. She didn't know Fedris had heard her and looked from Racuvar to the dunmer, "Uhh, well...n-not trouble, just..." she shook her head and turned red in the face, feeling nervous and embarrassed all over again. She wasn't sure how to answer. "being nosy." she finally decided. A sort of half-truth.

Raising his brow at her growing redness, glancing between Rac and her. "Noisy? Hmm..." He scratched his chin before offering a small smile. "She seemed pretty stable the other night when I spoke to her." He looked completely puzzled to Afer. "I really don't want to harm a pregnant woman..." He bit his lip. "Let's just enjoy this breif moment of calm then."

She was growing more red by the second and was trying not to look at anyone's face. The floor had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the bar. Oh look, some dirt!

"It was j-just something private...that was suppose t-to be kept private..." she said in almost a whisper and then finally she looked up, "Oh n-no n-no! Let's not hurt any p-pregnant women." she laughed nervously. "It's n-nothing, really....So, these s-sand castles...since Afer g-gets a Fort Afer, do I get a Fort S-sty?"

At this point Racuvar had begun trying to ignore the conversation, renewing his focus on the texts before him.

looks serious for a brief moment. "no harming of those hwo are pregnant. The best you can do is just hope she doesnt make the situation worse" then he puts on his smile at Sty "You can get a fort Styles if you want, or I can share my fort. But Fedris is not wwelcome there...." he smirks

Just then, Krimie comes wobbling in, holding her gut. "Doggone, me tummy's be givin' me troubles" She nods and smiles to all those in the tavern. "So..wot's ev'ryone up ta?"

"Mmmhmmm..." He nods slowly at Sty, noticing her growing anxiety. "The way your eying that floor...I would think your going to bite it." He teases at her, obliviously.

"Not welcome in fort Afer? I say, I shall have to build my own fort then, Fort Fedris." Looking smugly at Afer, he flips his ponytail behind his neck. "Will have a flag and everything. And no Afer's allowed."
Glancing out the door he spots Krimie waddling in. "Oh my...so much for our quiet evening." He elbows Sty gently.

Turns to Krimie and gives her a wave "Heya Krim, join us for a relaxing and quiet time." Puts a bit emphasis on relaxing

"Aww f-fine then, I'll help Fedris build his fort!" She stuck her tongue out at him and then frowned when saw Krimie. She stayed at the end of bar, standing next to Fedris and close by the table Racuvar was sitting at. "N-need anything Krimie?"

She smirked at Fedris and elbowed him back before whispering to him, "maybe you should d-drag me to that beach n-now." She joked.

His eyes glanced up, his reading wasn't quite getting accomplished in this atmosphere... Perhaps he should save it for another time.
As his eyes glanced up he saw Krimie enterbthe door. His stomach churned. His eyes also darted to look towards Styletta and Fedris. Beach? Leaving his things he stood up, walking towards the back door, gazing outside at the trees.

If she didn't feel incredibly confused, embarrassed and guilty before, well she sure did now! It took her a moment to figure out why Racuvar had looked at her and Fedris the way he did. Then she just covered her face. She was trying hard not to get into the embarrassing details of the love triangle-square in front of all the others. So instead she just said, "F-first round of drinks is on me."

Seeing the distress in Sty, he stands to move closer between her and Krimie.
"I think some ale round the house is a good call..." Glancing to the distant Rac, "You up for some drinking there Racuvar? Bet you can't match me round for round..." He chided jovially in an attempt to calm the apparent tension.

Sty was so thankful that Fedris was following the subject change. She wanted to talk to them both but it just seemed too obvious to pull either one of them aside right now so she made a mental note to talk to Fedris and Racuvar separately later....if she got the chance to.

She went behind the bar and started filling cups with ale and passing them out, except to the pregnant Krimie.

Rejects the ale cause Afer is anti-alcoholism. "......Please Styles, water for me and Krimie."

As he stood near the back door, he felt the cool air of the forest upon him, he could smell the trees. He cast his head back slightly to look to the room his back was too. He wanted to say no and just leave. This wasn't particularly a situation he enjoyed. "I'm sure you would best me in such a competition."
As his head turned and he looked, he saw styletta all lit up red. He thought for a second, and decided it best to just make it through. Turning we walked closer back to the counter, not wishing to leave and cause more disturbance.

Mo'jahi waited to see if Sty would arrive at his table as well, having been paying attention to the happenings in the background but never moving to intervene. In the meantime, Ice had crept up again and was trying a bit to wring control but Mo'jahi had him good. The months now spent in the same body meant Mo'jahi could control Ice quite well and it was never much of an issue to deal with him, letting him get only a good control when he was alone and sleeping.

Hearing after, he saw too said, "just water for me as well" and looking to Fedris, "I am sure you would best me"

"Well that was the quickest drinking contest I ever won." He chuckled, placing his hand behind his neck. He takes his mug of ale and sips it, only now noticing the Khajiit in the room. Blinking, "Have...you been here the whole time?"

Sty did go to Mo'jahi's table and place a filled mug of ale in front of him. "If you'd p-prefer something else just let me know." She smiled before heading back to the bar and pouring water into two cups. She handed one to Afer, "Here you g-go. Now you need to n-name a sand castle after m-me." And handed the second to Racuvar . She gave him a very apologetic look and mouthed the words 'im sorry'. She wasn't entirely sure what she was apologizing for but she felt like an apology was needed. Then she turned back to everyone else at the bar.

laughing at Fedris "you have horrible observation skills, you should be aware of whos around you at all times. Also i have to pass on your drinking contest"

He leans closer to Afer with narrowed eyes and a cheeky grin, pointing to his red eyes. "Like a fox, little gets past me. I just get...a bit..." His eyes dart between Krimie and Sty, "distracted?" He pokes his tongue and gives a little shrug before drinking.

"oh youre easily distracted, huh? Maybe if you stop eyeing certain people all the time you would be less distracted" smirks while raising a brow

She smirked and raised an eyebrow at Afer, "W-what are you talking about?"

Taking a sip of water, Krimie stares dead faced to Fedris. "So, Feddy, 'ow's yer sister doin'? Has she made inny progress? "Krimie looks down to the ground, shaking her head. " It wos such a tradgey wot 'append to her. I...I think 'bout it 'er ev'ry day. I don' deserve ta be here wit y'all while she's upstairs clingin' ta life."

Suddenly Krimie begins to cry. Something she has been doing much of recently. She begins to tremble as the tears trickle down her sorrowful red face. "Excuse me...I gotta leave."

She breaks down as she heads out the tavern. As she walked up the ramp to her home, her father greeted her with a loving hug. She cried throughout the evening.

shaking his head "nothing at all, Styletta. Just seems like Fedris has his eye one something other than sweetrolls, maybe something sweeter"

Sty just watched Krimie's outburst with a confused look on her face. She opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again, deciding to just be silent. She felt bad for the pregnant bosmer as she started to cry and run off.

"Hormones are c-crazy." she said under her breath before shaking her head at Afer. "D-don't be silly, Afer. There's nothing s-sweeter than sweetrolls."

Glances at the crazed bosmer also about to say something but decided to follow Sty's lead. "If you say so, Syles." He Glances between Sty and Fedris " ...If you say so"

She rolled her eyes at Afer and decided to try and take another cookie, reaching over to Afer's plate of sweets. "II c-can make more of these and you could take them to the b-beach with you kids and Nel. M-make sandcastles together and a picnic."

Accepted the ale with a nod of thank you and began to quickly drink it up. Mo'jahi preceded to listen in and watch as Krimie burst into tears and left the tavern. Having not been active lately, Mo'jahi was a bit out of the loop on the whole reason as to why Krimie left in tears. Being a bit bored and absent minded, Mo'jahi barely noticed as Ice was busy controlling the hands and making a small ice statue in the middle of the warm tavern, well warm except for the table where Mo'jahi was sitting at.

Watches as Krimie leaves in an outburst, looking completely dumbfounded. "I...hate seeing her cry like that." Rubbing his chin in a frown, he shook his head with a sigh.
Looking between Sty and Afer he chuckles. Grinning at Afer, "I can't help it if I have...a sweet tooth."

Sty was watching in awe as Mo'jahi built the ice sculpture, not realizing that it wasn't exactly Mo'jahi building it. She tilted her head, admiring it's progress." W-wow, that's cool."

Fedris' comment snapped her back out of her daze. "I d-don't like to see anyone cry b-but I think it's good that she feels b-bad about what she did to your sister. She s-should feel bad about that...and a few other things." she added.

She then looked from Fedris to Afer and then to the spot where Krimie was, "So you t-think bosmer girls are sweet? Even the ones t-that cause trouble?"

Fedris bit his lower lip. "I wouldn't exactly call her sweet. Far from it, I think. But you have to remember, the last is pregnant and her man may have cheated on her. I can't imagine that she feels very loved right now." He looked out the door furrowing his brow before turning back to Sty. "I suppose we all make our own beds though, don't we." He rolled his shoulders, "speaking if Hlor, I should probably check on her. But you know...certainly a lot of sweeter things in this tavern." He winked at sty before heading upstairs.

She frowned, "Y-yeah you're right. I d-don't know how I'd feel about that either...and being pregnant w-would make it worse." she didn't press the subject more, just letting it end like that.

"T-that's good of you. I checked on her b-before I started working." she gave him a little wave and giggled, shaking her head at his last comment. "Come f-find me when you're finished visiting and w-we'll see if we can find that beach and build Fort Fedris before Afer c-can even start on Fort Afer." She stuck her tongue out at Afer before going back to watch Ice building the sculpture. "That r-really is incredible."

Laughing at Fedris sweetooth comment then looks to sty "I do think bosmer girls are sweet. I mean I'm gonna marry one anyway. They are the perfect amount of crazy amd sweet.... although some are too crazy" then looks to ice eye " awesome.... that statue is awesome. Are you some kind of wizard?"

Sty smiled brightly and turned to Afer, "Y-you and Nel are getting married? T-that's great, congratulations Afer!" she couldn't help but snort a little at his comment about bosmer girls. "N-not all of them are crazy. I m-mean, sure, some have a bit more crazy t-than others but there are quite a few that are p-perfectly sane. Would you c-call your Nell crazy?"

"Yes. But I mean that in a good way" then he nods "Thank you... I was hoping to ask her earlier but I've been busy over the months. Tooo busy"

Mo'jahi turns around, confused at the compliments before he realizes the entire situation. He wrests a bit more control of his body but lets Ice continue with the sculpting. "Thanks, and well, Mo'jahi does not know the proper term for what he is but he does have some ability to use certain magick." Mo'jahi does not go further as the whole incident and how it occurred was painful and has scarred him for life, his frozen right eye still the result as well as parts of his chest which remain frozen. If people were to approach the table again they would notice that at the table it was very cool, almost cold. An aura of ice seemed to radiate from Mo'jahi Ice-Eye, although only an adept mage could pick that out.

"Well as long as y-you asked her then t-that's all that matters. D-does she know that you sometimes c-call her crazy?" She asked with a smirk before heading to the back of the room, getting more bottles to stock the shelves.

She listened to Mo'jahi's explain. "W-would that make you a mage?"

Sipped quietly on some water as he hung near the further end of the bar. He listened quietly to the conversation around him.

"This one does not believe so, although Mo'jahi does not have much knowledge of such things." said Mo'jahi in response to Sty.

Sty shrugged after she restocked the shelves and then started cleaning the counter, for the second time. "Oh. Well I d-don't know much about it either b-but I thought all magic folk were called m-mages." she looked at Afer and Racuvar as if for confirmation of this.

"dont look at mee, i dont know anymore than you" he looks elsewhere

"I believed mages to be more related to trained groups, such as the mages guild. Seeking to use it for learning and the aid of others"

She frowned, thinking, "S-so what would you call an untrained m-mage?"

"you would call a untrain mage a disaster waiting to happen" he looks around raising both his brows as he jokes "But seriously I dont know."

She laughed. "W-well what do you call a fighter before he j-joins the Fighters Guild?"

"Amateur" he coldly stated to both points.

"I dont think they get a title. I didnt at least. BUt when their a recruit you call them 'fresh meat' and beat them until they rise in ranks" he stares at her "what about you? What do they call a someone before they become a barmaid?"

Turned his head, waiting to hear what she would answer

She listened to both of them answer and shook her head at Afers question. "Well i w-was just called Styletta. Im n-not sure about any others unless they did s-something before being a barmaid."

"What did you do before being a barmaid?"

"I t-took care of my mother."

"so your title would be care giver... and based on how youre treating your costumers I wouuld say youre a good care giver. I dont know about Fabian thats the only person who wasnt cared for enough"

She was smiling until he mentioned Fabian, "Hey! That w-wasn't my fault! He went around the b-bar without permission and drank the wrong bottle. And he w-was trying to take advantage of Hlor."

raising both his hand in front of him "I know i know it wasnt your fault. he gotten exactly what he deserved I was making a joke that I see now was a bit on the offensive side.... I apologize" he slides her a cookie "..have another, it will keep you happy" he smiles at her

She gave him a little side glare but accepted the cookie, "Thank you...well I w-wouldn't say he got everything he deserved. W-what they did after he died was a bit much." she made a face, remembering.

Racuvar shifted in his seat, standing up after a moment and taking a few steps from the counter. He reached his arms, stretching out a bit. He glanced to the table where he had sat. His things were still sitting upon the table. He pondered whether he should go back to them. Should he sit down to read them more now that it had quieted down some? He stepped towards the table, coming up to it and placing a hand upon on of the parchments.

She noticed Racuvar glancing back at the table where his papers lay. "Y-you should be able to work now. It l-looks like everything has calmed down. J-just let me know if you need more water....or food." she gave him a little smile and then went back to cleaning and organizing.

Racuvar did finally settle down at his table again, picking up the parchment and quietly reading over the words it contained. This time he seemed to find much more focus in them.

Sty didn't bother Racuvar while he was going over his papers. She finished her shift when someone else showed up to work the late night.

She worked nearly every day after that since kraytune left out of the blue, leaving the tavern short staffed. She was extremely tired from being over worked and could be seen dozing off at the bar.

The crack of thunder echoed the sky as Readran Telessar ran inside with a cloth hood in his hands on fire. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Hot! Hot!" Readran quickly made his way to the nearest table and threw down the flaming hood and began beat the fire out. This was all done with the subtlety of three Dark Anchors appearing in broad daylight in the middle of Skywatch. As he stopped he heard the sizzle of the fire going out. He moved his arms and saw all that was left of his new hood was a substance formerly known as jute. What it was now, is a little more than ash. In the dead quiet he turned and saw he was not alone. "Uhh...sorry about that. Heh."

Readran's left hand reached up to rub the back of his neck. "Hello everyone!" He tried to pass it off as if nothing happened. Slowly he sat down next to a fire. He looked at his part of a hood then at the fire. Then back at the hood and once more at the fire. He muttered to himself as he tossed the non-salvageable cloth into the flame, "Better luck next time."

~~~~~~~~~~ MANY DAYS PASS ~~~~~~~~~~

Racuvar entered the tavern. He walked over towards the corner, his usual place. Before he sat he turned to look about the tavern and those who were there, wondering quietly to himself if any would die today... He was dressed in a black shirt, edged with red. His normal robes being soiled and bloody from the previous day.

((Omg i completely forgot about this thread lol)))

Styletta was there, of course. She had finally finished cleaning the clinic and tavern, having been up nearly all night trying to get the place looking presentable after the horrific events from the day before. She smiled at the Spinner as he entered the tavern and immediately poured a glass of water, taking it over to him. She set it down on the table where he sat. "Good m-morning Racuvar. Can I get you s-something?"

She was dressed in her usual light colored dress with an apron tied loosely around her waist and her hair up in a side bun. She glanced back at the spot where poor Avella was night be for.

As he stood there, looking about, he saw Styletta approach with the glass, asking if he needed anything "No.. I'm fine. Thank you for the water though" placing a hand to the glass.
He saw her as she looked to the spot. "How are you faring? The other day always a lot to go through"

She gave a warm smile and nodded, "Ok, l-let me know if you change your m-mind." she frowned a little at his question. "Oh...yeah...it's j-just so sad. Avella was pretty nice and s-so young." She looked away from that spot and back at the Spinner. "Do you know if K-krimie is doing alright? I can't t-thank you enough for your help in d-delivering her babies."

"You were the one doing the difficult part. I'm glad you knew what to do, especially with Alijham gone that day."
Lifting the water she had brought, he took a sip and placed it back upon the table. "I would guess that she's not doing that well. Or at least all mixed up about it. I know she's glad at he birth of her children, but to lose Avella... I didn't know much about her, but it seems they were as close as mother and daughter, or perhaps sisters of a sort... Either way its terrible."

Racuvar paused in thought. "All of it is terrible. The khajiit woman's death, Avella, arresting the wicked mer who did it... " his thoughts trailed over the previous day. As he thought he remembered how Styletta had almost seemed to ask him something that day when they sat together, before the discovery of Avella...

"I h-had the support that I needed to get m-me through it so t-that helped me stay calm. I'm sure you w-would have done just fine if it had fallen into y-your hands."

She frowned, "I c-can't imagine losing someone t-that close. I was scared to d-death when my brother was sick. And yes, t-there's so much going on...so much violence. I'm g-glad the guards are getting it under control." She looked around the tavern for a moment before lowering her voice. "I w-was going to ask you..before all the screaming...your hands, they were glowing..." she tilted her head, looking at him curiously.

The day was quiet and the sun shining when the sound of a man grunting and heaving was heard from outside. Readran came into the tavern holding up a handmade oak table. Lifting such a heavy object threw Readran of his balance. Almost falling twice he slowly placed the table on the ground next to the one he had burned when he was in a few days earlier. The table was round and stained to a dark almost mahogany color. He wiped off the dirt that had got on it while he transported it. After he removed the dust an Aldmeri Eagle could be seen carved in the center of the table. Then he simply left without saying a word.

About an hour later he returned with four chairs all hand stained to match the table. He arranged them around the table. In a traditional manner of the four cardinal directions. He took a homespun rag and wiped the sweat off his brow.

He approached Styletta speaking with Racuvar, "Forgive my interruption." He pointed to Styletta, "Are you a worker here?"

He continued, "My name is Readran Telessar and a few days ago I burnt one of the tables in this establishment. I felt horrible about that. So, I took it upon myself to build a new one and then I thought, might as well build some chairs."

He smiled his mustache curled up with his lips, "If that is not suitable payment for burning a table, please let me know and I will get to work on a agreeable payment."

Fedris and Hloriella dressed in uniform waltz into the tavern, cursing in dunmeris at one another before taking opposite sides of the room.

Hloriella leaned up against the bar, taking her long braid and stroking it in her hands as she glanced around the room. She glared at Racuvar and Readran before looking at Styletta.

Fedris took his usual spot up against the wall nearest the ramp. The dunmer rubbed his forehead before glancing at the bar.

Neither of them addressed anyone in the room.

"Oh, yes... Its.." He was about to answer, perhaps explain how it was just some healing spell of sorts, or perhaps we would have revealed it as an ancient magic. Either way he was interrupted as a man returned with chairs, dropping then off and coming to speak with Styletta. Racuvar stood listening, then looking at the table and chair. Just then hlor and Fedris walked in too. Picking up his drink he took another sip. "Looks like you have other patrons now"

The bosmer was a little caught off guard when the man came in with a whole new set of chairs. She had to think for a moment, wondering if her boss told her to expect a delivery and she had forgotten. She looked shocked at his explination.

"Oh! T-that's very kind of you sir. I'm s-sure my boss would appreciate that and the chairs are very n-nice craftsmanship."she admired the chairs for a moment before giving a smile. "I'm Styletta, the b-barmaid here. Can I get you s-something?"

She watched the dunmer siblings enter the room, obviously both in a foul mood. She didn't know a lot of dunmeri but she knew that tone...they were arguing, like always. Since Hlor was closest to her, she smiled at her first. "Hlor, c-can i get you something?"

Afer bust into the tavern breathing heavily and throws his arms in the air "I won!!" shortly after a giant breton lady runs him over and places a foot on his back while he was down. Both are wearing their leather sparring gear.
Cynthia:" I think you mean I won this race." she reaches down to grab him by the shoulder and lift him up and both walk over the bar
Afer:"Hello everyone" he waves and Cynthia stand there waving to whoever Afer waved to

Readran slightly bowed his head, "A cup of cold water will be fine Miss Styletta, thank you."

He held out his hand for a hand shake to Racuvar, "Again sorry for the interruption. Tavern's been quiet recently and it is always a pleasure to meet a new face."

He smiled again, "Name's Readran, and yours is?"

Fedris turns to Afer and Cynthia. "Afternoon Afer! Looks like ya lost, eh?' he raised a brow and leaned back with a cheeky grin. "I thought you had the fastest legs in town. I'm disappointed."

Hloriella grumbles something to herself before leaning her head back, her long braid pooling on the table behind her. "Hello Sty. I'd ask for something strong...but..maybe just something to chuck at my fat head of a brother." Her ruby eyes roll to Readran and racuvar.

"Who is this?" She points to Readran rather rudely.

Afer looking up at Fedris " This troll lady was behind me the entire." he laughs and dust himself off "This is Cynthia by the way, she is bad at meeting new people"
Cynthia smacks Afer behind his head and looks at Fedris "Hello, Im Cynthia" she reaches out to shake his hand

Racuvar stretched out his hand in greeting to the unfamiliar man. "Racuvar. Nice to meet you" his tone was low, and even, not unkind but just calm and quiet. As they shook hands he heard hlor's voice, turning his gaze as she questioned about the man.

Seeing afer run in with the giant lady, the summer, the bold table man, and just the commotion in general made Racuvar feel like sitting back quietly in the corner. Retreating. His eyes gazed over the people, darting back and forth amongst them. His ears following each conversation individually. Taking his hand back, he glanced to styletta as she turned to hlor.

Moving a step back he sat down in the seat against the wall. Leaning back as he drank from his cup.

He chuckled deeply, extending his hand to shake Cynthia's hand firmly. "Well met, Miss Cynthia. Guardsman Fedris Timberscrub, at your service." He gives her a nod before resting his hands behind his back, glancing back at Styletta and co. "A troll woman? Wow Afer, that's a bit harsh." He closed his eyes and chuckled again.

Hloriella Sneered at her brother as he glanced over before her eyes followed Racuvar slink away silently. She arched her brow at him, quietly muttering something to herself.

Readran left Racuvar to his own and went to the bar. He leaned up against it next to the Dunmer siblings.

"Hello there!" He said to the two dark elves. "The name is Readran. A pleasure to meet you." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his rag to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He exhaled deeply saying.

"I don't know who these Bosmer do it. This humidity here is going to kill me." He chuckled at his own remark as he folded and put his cloth away.

Sty was about to get the ordered drink until she saw Afer crashing into the floor, making her jump, "Ah!" She placed her hand over her heart and took a breath. She was so jumpy lately.

She turned to get two glasses of water. She handed one to Readran with a smile. "N-nice to meet you sir." She then handed the other to Hlor. "Please dont t-throw this at your brother."

She smiled and waved to Fedris, Afer, and Cynthia. "Anything i c-can get you?" She asked with a smile. She frowned a little to see Racuvar slip away and made a mental note to ask him about the glowing thing again later.

She looked at Readran's sweaty hand before hesitantly shaking it firmly. "Hloriella, pleasure Readrean." She rolled her shoulders back as she tilted her head to him. "You get used to the heat, eventually. It's not soooo bad, only when you wear full armor, I suppose." She pointed to her guard uniform.

Turning back to Styletta, she gripped the cup with a furrowed brow before glaring at her brother. "I can't promise you that."

Fedris glared back at her sharply. "Hloriella, for -once- hold your tongue." He looks past her and nods to Readrean. "Pleased to meet you, sir Readran."

Hlor narrowed her eyes and took a sip of her water.

(Sty wants to ask about my glowing "thing"... Sounds fun ;) )

Racuvar sat back, observing silently the proceedings that went on as he sipped his water. He had some parchments in his bag, but figured he would hold off, maybe just watch for a bit.

Just then, out of nowhere, a large figure appeared in the door. The outline of the figure could be seen as a dark silhouette, as if halos of light shown behind the wide personage. The figure was wide, the pate balding. Who could it be?!

Cynthia shakes Fedris' hand very firmly " dont mind him, he is just jealous that im better than him in every way possible"
She turns to Sty "can I get mead"
Afer smirks at Sty "Styles you know what I want, the usual and water."

Both Dunmer look at the doorway and narrow their eyes.

Fedris moved closer to Styletta near the bar and Hlor spat a soft curse under her breath before sipping her water.

((Dont bring up your glowing thing if you dont want it talked about :-P ))


Sty shook her head at Hlor and went to get the other orders. She returned with a plate of sweets and water for Afer and a mead for Cynthia. And since Fedris was on duty, she just brought him a water as well. She glanced back at the entrance to see who it was that had entered.

"Oh good." Readran replied to Holr. He took notice to the figure in the entrance and how its appearance made everyone go quiet.

His eyes peered but no details could be made. Even though he was in the Army Readran greeted everyone enthusiastically. "Come on in, friend." He walked toward the entrance. "The drink is cold and the breeze is nice."

Afer takes his plate of sweets and starts to eat them. Unaware of whoever is entering the tavern. Cynthia looks down at him "Let me have one"
Afer shakes his head no and stuff more in his mouth and shields them from being touched.
Cynthia grabs him by the arm and yanks him "Share!"
He quickly swallows the cookies and shouts "NO!"
She stares at him for a while pushing him away. Then turns to the figure entering the room.

ENTER DARGO TUBIUS:

The gentleman of jollility strode stridently into the rattled room.
"Ah! Hello!" He greeted the Mustachioed man as he entered. "I dare say it is! Finest little joint in the whole forest daresay! Reminds me of the taverns back home, no place like the old place I always say! But this one comes pretty damn close! Ah ha!"

As he exclamated his examination of the timid tavern, he wobbled his way to the counter, coming to rest quite near to the dark elven woman who sipped her drink. As he did, he straightened his posture, although it probably didn't help His figure much, and inconspicuously took a lick at his hand, raising it to smooth out the few long strands that hung over his hardly hair abundant head.

"Well.... Hello... " he said in the most seductive tone he could muster, though more than likely it came out something like a hoarker trying to speak while licking its nose.

Fedris stared at Dargo with a confused look as he watched him waltz to his sister. He snickered to himself and grinned, completely amused. "Well, well Hlor...seems you have a friend."

"Shut up Fedris!" Hloriella hissed. She scrunched up her face and backed up against the bar with a sneer at the large man. "Um...ew. No." She made a dismissed motion at him. She gave a distressed look around the bar, gripping the table behind her.

Styletta tried not to laugh when Dargo but his sights on poor Hlor. She smirked over at Fedris as he came near the bar and the leaned on it casually.

"Hi D-dargo! C-can I get you something to drink?"

At the word 'Drink' he wheeled his whoptilitude about to face the voice.
"Drink!? Ah yes! Indeed! Capital! Yes umm..let's see.. I'll have a... Hmm.. Yes.. "
He turned his head to glance at hlor, then quickly turning back to styletta, he leaned in quite close and put his hand to his mouth as if trying to speak so the dunmer couldn't hear, though honestly it would be like muffling the minstrelations of maormeri bard with a miniscule mulberry muffin, in essence, to no effect.
In his whisperiness, he asked "What do dunmer drink?? Do they drink?" Hoping that styletta would know.
He waved his hand and gave a laugh, "Well sweetcheeks! (styletta (not to be confused with hlor (sweet lips!))) Give me two of... Uh.. Whatever you think appropriate."

He then wheeled around, knitting one pudgy cheek with the brow above it, the two masses kissing in a sweaty embrace. In other words, he winked at hlor ;)

Readran walked over to the bard playing "Red Diamond" on the Lute. He whispered in his ear and received a nod from the minstrel. He grabbed two drums and placed them on the table he had made for the Inn. He scanned the room as the current music stopped. He saw the Dark Elf woman distressed from her encounter with the large man.

"Excuse me everyone. May I have your attention?" Readran cleared his throat. "I haven't been here for long and I have met some of the most kindhearted people in all of Tamriel. To repay that kindness here is a song I learned from the First Auridon Marines about our beloved Queen Ayrenn."

Readran gave a nod to the Bard who began playing a Nordic melody at a fast pace. To which Readran answered the lute's call with the beating of the two drums in a druid like rhythm. He closed his eyes as his voice delivered the verse in a lovely soft baritone.

She pays the debt
Muse to another’s song
Heir to another’s wrongs
Unwanted crown
Dance on the wind
Through air and sea She swirls
The lady of the worlds
Don't let Her down

Back and forth on the pendulum
Swinging hard towards the outside
Smash the walls of the clocks and run
Overcoming the confines

The shimmer of white skies
She spins to and fro
A flicker of wild eyes
Gifts She can’t control
The shimmer of white skies
The legacy leashed in Her cries
Shall reign over bitter white skies

The Lute stopped and Readran continued to beat the drums and said in a spoken word. "Weave these strands of ash together." He smiled as the fire flickered behind him, "Warm our hands on the embers of time." He smiled as the Bard began playing again.

The shimmer of white skies
She spins to and fro
A flicker of wild eyes
She’s losing control
The shimmer of white skies
I’m haunted at night by her cries

Back and forth on the pendulum
Swinging hard towards the outside
Smash the walls of the clocks and run
Overcoming the confines

The shimmer of white skies
She spins to and fro
A flicker of wild eyes
Gifts She can’t control
The shimmer of white skies
The worth She no longer defies
Shall reign over bitter white skies

Readran ended his song with one final powerful beat of the drums. "Next round is on me!"

Hloriella nearly vomited in her mouth as the large man winked at her, her face scrunching up in a wince. She grasped at the edge of the bar and looked around before shooting daggers at a smirking Fedris. Thankfully, the bard started singing a wonderfully lengthy song. As the tavern filled with lovely music, the young female dunmer tried to slip to a corner table, hopefully unnoticed.

Fedris looked at Styletta as he walked closer to the bar. "You know, I know how to strum a mean lute." he muttered to no one in particular.

Readran went to the bar and asked Sty for one Alto wine and one Balmora Blue. He walked over to Holr and set both drinks down on the table he slid the Balmora Blue over to the Dunmer as he sat down himself. He let out a soft grunt as he sat down. Readran took sip from his wine and chuckled at the Dunmer. "You are welcome for that little distraction."

He sat his glass down and his eyes shot open as he turned to look at the bard. "Hey! Thanks for the help!" He shouted just loud enough for the bard to hear it. Once the message was acknowledged Readran threw a bag of 20 coins. He turned back to the table and smiled taking another sip of wine. "Almost forgot to pay him. Oops."

"Heh, thanks. Song wasn't bad either." Hloriella smirked, wetting her lips. slowly, she pushes the cup back with her finger tips. "Ugh...I can't. I'm sorry. It smells good though." She leaned back and folded her arms.
"That has to be the most repulsive creature I have ever seen in my life." She glanced at Dargo.

Sty smiled at Fedris' comment. "I'd l-like to hear you play sometime." She whispered back to him.

She clapped for the singer after the song was through. "That was wonderful!"

Just then, another patron entered. A very tall big built Orc with shoulder length brown hair, carrying a huge two handed hammer, walked up to the bar. He was sweating like crazy.

"Glass of water please. ...no...make it a bucket. Or a tub if ya got one back there, little miss."his voice was deep and rough sounding.

"Oh...uh...let m-me see...." Sty turned to look for said tub or bucket.

"Thank you, you are too kind." Readran replied to the Dunmer's comment. He leaned back in the chair or at least as far as the chair would allow him. The Imperial raised his right leg over his left and took another sip while listening to her go on about Dargo. His eyebrows went up and he cracked a grin he could barely contain his laughter, "Creature!? HA!" He gave a heart laugh.

He pointed at Hlor then at Fedris, "So I must know, how do two Dark Elves like you and the one you like to throw things at end up here, near the bottom of the World?" He took another sip of wine. "Long way from Morrowind." He sat his glass down on the table waiting for a response.

Fedris smiled at Sty as he leaned against the bar. He leaned his head back, "Oh, I haven't played in years, but I'd love to play for you sometime. Should your ears allow it." He poked his tongue out at her before turning his attention to the song.
He clapped when it ended, "Ah, wonderful!" Whipping his head quickly to the Orc with the hammer, he watched him carefully. "Excuse me sir, you alright?"

Hloriella chuckled to herself. "Well, what else would you call it?" She leaned back when Readran spoke of her brother and herself. "That fool," She pointed to her brother with a sharp scowl. "That's my brother. How did we end up stuck in this town?" She shrugged, folding her arms as she sank back into her chair. "Morrowind couldn't handle me, so I left." She snickered, "The fool just followed me. This town aint' so bad, I suppose. Sometimes anyway." She leaned her elbows back on the table, weaving her fingers together. "What brings you to this dead end?"

Hlor's ruby eyes flicked to the massive Orc who strolled in, looking him up and down intently. She nibbled her lip while furrowing her brow. "Who in oblivion orders a bucket of water?" She snickered.

Sty was smirking at Fedris while she looked.. "I bet you p-play very well., Fedris." she finally did find a large bucket and went out to fill it with water. She returned shortly after, nearly dragging it inside. Before she got halfway to the bar, the sweaty Orc turned.

"Stop there, short stuff. I've got it from here." the massive Orc walked over and picked up the bucket and started to drink from it. Some of the water ran down his throat and shirt. He drank nearly half the bucket and then went outside to dump the water over his head. He took off her shirt to dry his head and then put the wet shirt back on and went back into the Tavern.

"I'm much better now." He said to Fedris. He nodded to Sty and paid for the bucket of water. "Whew! That was refreshing!"

Readran scoffed slightly amused, "Morrowind could not handle you..." he chose to poke some fun, "Or was it you could not handle Morrowind." He donned a grin and answered her question. "Well, I am currently off tour from the Dominion Army outpost in Elden Root. I thought might as well explore Valenwood a little before I get transferred to either Elsweyr or Cyrodiil."

He noticed the Orc dump the water on his head and then put his wet shirt on as he came back in. "You know you could have just asked for a rag." He said in an snide tone but it was clear he was just heckling.

Fedris stared dumfounded at the massive orc, walking over to Styletta with an arm outstretched as she brought him the water. "Careful swe-Uh miss Styletta, you'll hurt yourself." He paused as the orc stopped her and preceded to dump the water all over himself outside. "Uh...well, it is humid here. That's one way to cool off I suppose." He shrugs and leans back against the bar. "So, what's your story then, stranger?" He tilted his head with a large, friendly smile, resting his gloved hands behind him on the bar.

Hloriella's gleeming red eyes glared at the soaking wet orc. For a few moments she sat speechless, nibbling her lower lip with her wicked teeth. Finally, she turned to Readran, "Oh...uh what?" She shook her head, her braid wiggling behind her. She stuck her finger out and pointed to Readran when she spoke, her dunmeri voice harsh and unpleasant. "Hmph, I could handle Morrowind just fine. Just...got tired of it. That's all." She leaned back and folded her arms, wearing her usual scowl. "So, you in the army then? Never really understood that crap, honestly."

Styletta brought the Orc a dray towel since he was still dripping water all over her nice clean floor. She accepted it with a little nod, using it to dry his hair. "My story?" he asked Fedris, before going on to tell his story, whether the dunmer meant him or not. "Not much of a story, really. Left home to travel. I stop somewhere for a few days or weeks and then continue on with my journey." He handed the barmaid the towel, with was now damp. Sty took it with a little smile and put it away with the others.

"And yours?" he asked Fedris, "Your story, I mean. That your sister?" she pointed his thumb at Hlor.

Fedris smiled a toothy grin, "Aye, half sister-full terror. Don't get too close to her," He turned to narrow his eyes at Hloriella with a fat, smug, grin. "She might throw something at you. Or bite ya."

Hlor turned sharply at her brother, scrunching up her face in a scowl, giving him the evil eye. Her cheeks turned deep purple. Silently, she hissed.

"Ah, you see I'm a man of great wanderlust, my green friend. I found my way here from Morrowind not very long ago looking for that rabid kagouti," He gestured to an irritated Hloriella. "Only to find that his town, well, has such unique beauty." He leaned his head back and glanced his ruby eyes quickly to Styletta then back to the Orc. Drumming his fingers along his arms, he continued. "I've since dug my boots in this moss covered land, figured I'll stick around for a while. Offered my skills up as a guard and, lucky for me, they had room." He shrugged, closing his eyes shut with a smirk. He stroked his beard. "So, that is preeetty much all there is to me, really."

The Orc glanced over at Hlor again with a little smirk. "Throwing things and biting, huh? She sounds like a fiery one but I swear I thought I saw her smile once." He gave Hlor a little wave.

He listened to Fedris' story and could help but chuckle at the rabid kagouti comment. His eyes also glanced toward the redheaded barmaid when the dunmer looked over at her. "Ah, I too have noticed the beauty this place holds. It makes you want to stay just for the great views." He stole another glance at Hlor.

"Name's Gash." He held out his large hand.

"It is not for anyone but to have a cause worth fighting for is the best way to live in my opinion." Readran nodded his head. "You know, at some point you have to talk to him." The imperial pointed at Gash. "Because if you don't I am sure your brother will scare him away." He chuckled as he left the table.

Readran walked over to the bar toward Sty, Gash, and Fedris. He nodded, "Gentlemen, Miss Styletta." He washed out his cup and gave it back to the barmaid. He reached into his pocket and pulled out some coins then he placed them on the counter. "The Moons are high and the forge calls my name. Goodnight everyone." Just before he left he turns around and adds, "Miss Styletta, please let me know if the table breaks or if you need any other repairs. I should be in town for the next month or so."