Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151101155319/@comment-29559990-20151103121959

(Nvm, Helios, he is at the college. My bad xD)

"Y-Yeah..." Utahsi stuttered. His heart had stopped for the moment when he realized the implications, but he eased up when she said she could fix that.

He rolled off of her and stared up at ceiling in a daze. "S-Sorry..."

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Vordel let the idiot wander off back to whatever table he came from. Not even a few seconds in Winterhold, and already the populace had found a way to annoy him.

He sighed and walked over to the bar, plopping down on one of the stools and calling over the bartender.

"What can I do f'r ya?" The Bartender asked.

"Mead," The Dark Elf returned, dropping a small pouch of gold onto the bar. The old nord gumbled something and soon changed the bag of gold into a cold bottle of alcohol.

Vordel uncapped the bottle and took a big long swig from the bottle before he firmly placed it back down on the bar with a satisfied sigh of contentment. That's when an unseen man plopped himself down right next to the Dark Elf.

"Why'd you let that guy push you like that?" The man asked.

Vordel rolled his eyes and turned his head the opposite direction. "I ain't looking for a fight. And I'm not looking to argue about this..." He grumbled.

"The Ironfist I knew woulda' knocked that sunuva bitch senseless..." The man shrugged.

Vordels head slowly rose and frowned at the mention of The man sitting next to him was an aging Dark Elf with a shaved head and greying goatee. His face was decorated with a multitude of scars, and his right eye socket was home to a glass ball.

His jaw went slack. "T-Telvrus!" He exclaimed. He shook hands with the Dark Elf and laughed. "What'n oblivion'r you doin' here, man?"

"Guards put me outta business in Windhelm," Telvrus sighed. "Told us we wasn't welcomed and kicked us out. So we moved our asses up here for the time being."

"Us? Are the other guys here, too?"

"Yeah, Iron, they're right over there," He grinned, pointing to a table at the back room. Sure enough, they were all there. Dridgus sat with his feet propped up on the table, wielding a handful of gold coins and holding many more in the massive amount of pockets and bags strapped to his leather armor. Fetnil was there, too, wearing a simple set of Mage ropes with a few potions of stamina of health hanging loosely from the front. And of course, there was Surthan with his head down on the table and his hand wrapped around a near empty bottle of mead. There was a few other guys standing around with them. Big nord, a punk-looking High-Elf, a small lil' Khajiit, and a Redguard.

"Why dont'ja come over and say hi, huh?" Telvrus smirked. "Tell us what Ironfist's been up to the last few years..."

With that, Vordel stood and eagerly walked over to the table, where he was greaated by a roar of cheers from his old comrades...