The Elder Scrolls: Tales of the Nerevarine

Ari decided to go upstairs and find a comfortable stool to sit on. She unsheathed her Great-sword, dubbed Hurkopolis, in memory of her first dumbass encounter on these lands and vowed to beat more slavers skulls in with it. Among other things. Taking a cloth from her pack she made sure to shine Hurk to best possible gleaming wonder.

"No, thank you though," with that she returned to the bar with the others.

"That'll be all."

Dalamus takes the 5 septims and makes his way up to the bar and takes a seat at an empty table.

Satisfied that Hurkopolis gleamed like a new born, Ari made her way over to the inn for a decent night's sleep, which hopefully would be more comfortable then that ship they came in on.

Not feeling like spending the night in the bar, Dalamus made his way to the in and payed for a room.

"How much for the room again?" Aldarilar said to bar owner with small yawn.

Rolled eyes. "Right..."
Aldarilar proceeded to inn, paid for room and went there to rest.

Chrystyna was to awake to go to sleep. She'd never been in a proper fight before, just one or two mock battles at the mages guild. She wasn't sure if she was terrified for her life, or incredibly excited. Perhaps a little of both.

*Poor choice of words on his part*, "How much for a room? 50 septims was it?" She pulls out the money.

"Right, sorry, thank you."

Chrystyna leaves the bar, crosses the street, and enters the inn, "One room please." She puts the money on the counter.

"Thank you," Chrystyna enters her room for the night. She lays down on the bed and stares at the ceiling until she finally dozes off.

Early in the morning, a loud squawk can be heard outside the inn, followed by a screech and a thump and someone muttering about cliff racers.

Dalamus woke and put on his armor before leaving his room and making his way back to the town square.

Chrystyna woke with a start. After she composed herself she left her room and made her way to the town square to wait for the others.

Aldarilar woke up. He slowly looked around at his stuff, his armor, his hoof-claws. "And here I thought it was a dream..."
He jumped off the bead and stretched himself. He than took one loaf of bread from his bag and bottle of Flin and eat his 'healthy' breakfast. After he finished with his meal he proceeded through inn's hall to the street and then town's square, where he saw Chrystyna.
"Mornin'. I see you still here."

Chrystyna looked at the High Elf, "I don't really have anywhere else to go."

"So do all of us, I guess. Though I've expected majority to run away and mind their own business, after Imperials set us free."
He smirked. "I guess I was wrong."

"I suspect we all have our reasons. Perhaps a sense of morbid curiosity."

"Perhaps..." Or die for good cause...
"So, you specialise in summoning? I've seen your...was it wolf? Anything or anyone else you can summon?"

"Actually, I just found a spell tome on the body of that mage in the cave. I should be able to summon a Flame Atronach now."

"Oh. Good. That will come in handy." So good so far. "Did you have your breakfast already?"