Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191026122532/@comment-7262318-20191027001541

"I am Kjoren Silver-Blood, of House Silver-Blood of Markarth," Alvoran said proudly. Given how cut-off the usual Altmer were from the mainland, it was highly unlikely that they knew anything of the city, their noble houses, or anything that transipired.

He approached the bar and stared the Altmer down. He and Alvoran were about the same height, and despite his friendly smile, Alvoran had a commanding presence. "I guarantee you, my father has more connections here than you could ever dream of... I can assure you, denying us service would be a very, very costly mistake."

From the innkeepers perspective, if Alvoran was bullshitting him, it was very convincing bullshit.