Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191117085210

HambleBee wrote: As more outlanders entered Davon's Watch, Dravis would likely be in for a surprise as an Argonian began approaching the city gates. They didn't look like they were picking for a fight, but they certainly did not look like an average Argonian warrior either, brandishing a Daedric-looking greatsword along with what looked like an Ebony Dagger.

"Xuth, more bureaucracy."

As Alaina minded her own business, she was approached by what looked like a drunken Dunmer.

"Hey, fuck off and return to your hole, outlander. Why'd the Ordinators let you in anyways?" the latter said apprehensively.

"I'm here to pick up an order: Two plates of monkeypig cutlets and a small bowl of Solitude Salmon-Milllet Soup. Order name is "Fuck you."" Alaina sarcastically replied.

"Why you s'wit..!.!'ll gut you for that!" the dunmer spoke out as he drew his dagger, with Alaina casually drinking despite the obvious threat to her. With a queue looking likely for form soon, Dravis was intrigued by the Argonian clad in armor that could only belong to one of a seasoned adventurer.

"By Azura, even Argonians now?" He silently muttered to himself beneath his helmet before appraoching Brass-Eyes.

"Halt, Argonian! State your name and business in Davon's Watch!" It was looking to be a busy day indeed for the Ordinator.

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While Torsten watched the scene unfold infront of him, he made the split second decision to intervene as soon as the drunk Dunmer drew his dagger. He was no stranger to bar fights, but when start getting out of hand and the likelihood of a fatal injury were to occur, he had no choice.

"Listen, friend, let's put that dagger away. Now!" He raised his voice, akin to a command from a soldier. Torsten had put himself between the Dunmer and Alaina now.