The Elder Scrolls: Tales of the Nerevarine

"No problem," the mare confidently replied. "And thanks for the armor."

"No problem, lass. I'm sure it'll serve you well," Hulled said with a smile. "Oh, and one final thing, watch out for the Ordinators. They're mean sons of bitches."

"I'll keep it in mind," she told him with a smile and stood up. "Is there anything else you need?"

"Aye, there's a lot of things I need, lass, but I don't think you can give them to me," the stallion replied, taking another drink. "Just be careful out there. And if you somehow manage to find some friends...keep them close," he added sadly.

"Right," Nakuma told him with a slight roll of her eyes and turned away. Her expression sank momentarily at what Huleed said once he couldn't see her anymore, but quickly straightened out and she trotted back outside, suddenly not sure what to do with herself before leaving for Vivec.

The door to Eight Plates swung open, and a stallion threw a much smaller one outside. "And stay out you filthy swine!"

"Yeah, he made us go into a Dwemer ruin to get him a puzzle box." Dalamus told Cassius.

Nakuma flinched at the sudden commotion and took a step back from the pony slumped over in the dirt.

"Dwemer ruin eh? Well, at least you all probably made out like bandits. Dwemer artifacts can be very valuable."

The slim dunmer stallion slowly got up, his emaciated body weak from the lack of food. He looked around, the slowly slunk off to an alleyway behind the Fighter's Guild.

"I haven't sold the coins yet. Hopefully they'll make it worth the trouble."

Nakuma watched him walk off and grimaced at his appearance. She stepped off to find the silt-strider, but stopped and looked back at the corner he disappeared behind. 
 Don't do it, you don't have any food to give him anyways.
 She silently nodded to herself and walked the opposite direction, suddenly reminded that she hadn't eaten anything since the sweet roll she had obtained. A part of her wanted to go back to the club she just left and get food, but decided it might be better to try finding an inn for some slightly higher quality food.
 The mare continued down the street and walked into the inn after finding it.

Inside the inn, Nakuma sees several ponies gathered around a tavern-like space, drinking and dancing. A zebra bard was playing a lute up on a stage. There was a single Imperial barkeep behind the counter, busying himself with cleaning a mug.

"Well, those can be worth quite a bit if you have enough of them. Anyways, as to why I brought you all down here. This bunker is for the use of any members of the Blades, such as yourselves. Feel free to spend the night here if you wish. The South Wall Corner-club offers a variety o food and drink, so you can head down there as well."

Nakuma trotted up to the counter and put down 5 septims. "Give me whatever food this will buy," she told the barkeep and sat down.

The barkeep took the money then hoofed Nakuma half a loaf of bread. "Anything else big spender?" he asked with a smirk.

"No, thank you," she told him and took a bite from the loaf.

"I'll keep that in mind." With that Dalamus made his way out of Cassius' house and made his way to general store. He went up to the counter and placed the Dwemer coins and the plate on the counter. "How much for these?" He asked the Khajiit store owner.

Chrystyna murmurs some sort of pardon and quietly sidles away from the group. She wanders town for a bit until the growling of her stomach helped her decide that she was going to get something to eat.

She walked to the inn and approached the counter, "I'll take whatever's ready by way of food."

"Very good indeed." He told the Khajiit. "You wouldn't happen to have any lockpicks would you?" He asked.

"Well, we have soup, we have steamed ash yams, and we have bread. What'll it be?"

"Yes, I have ten in stock. 100 Septims for all of them. Very good, yes?" Ra'virr purred, excited about all the dwemer artifacts he had traded for today.

"I'll take all of them." He told the shopkeeper. "I think that's all I need for now."

"Soup's fine thanks," she says putting some septims on the counter.

"Very good. May your road lead you to warm sands," the shopkeeper said.

The barkeep took the septims and then returned with a bowl of hot scrib soup. "Here you go. Enjoy your meal."

"Thanks," she said taking the soup.

She found a lonely corner and sat down. She tasted the soup and was satisfied that it was edible she switched between sipping soup from her spoon and stirring said soup with said spoon.

Dalamus left the shop. As he did he realised he hadn't eaten anything in a while and not feeling like searching for somewhere for a meal, he decided to head to The South Wall Corner-Club for something to eat. He made his way to the counter and spoke to the bartender. "What do you have to eat here?" He asked.

After finishing the bread, Nakuma stood up and looked over at Chrystyna. She quickly looked away and made her way outside, not wishing to invite any more anger from the group.

"Soup, and sujumma if you have any." He told the khajiit. "How much will that be?"

Chrystyna caught a glance of a zebra she thought she recognized leaving the bar, "Nakuma?"

"50 Septims, for a cute dunmer like you," she purred.
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