Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151220235326/@comment-3293219-20151229012744

Talin approached the tavern, seeing a young Dunmer man behind the counter, he gave the Imperial a grin as he placed his hands on the table.

"Ah, hello pal, what can I getcha?"

"Erm..." Talin paused, falling silent.

"I wasn't expecting the owner to be a Dunmer..." He replied, sounding surprised but not disapointed. Last time he checked they were a few hundred miles away from Morrowind at the very least.

"Peh, me neither, I just work here... Owner's slipped out back to lick his own balls or whatever it is that Khajiit do when they're on break.

So, anyway, chop chop, time's money."

"R-Right..." Talin began, explaining what everyone wanted, the Bartender seemed quite attentive, making sure that he prepared each of them the their specific order. He mixed the first 'local' flavour for Miri as he began to look over Talin's shoulder.

"Hmm... Lemme guess, you're a mercinary company."

"Mercin-" Talin glanced over his shoulder, laughing at the thought of those undisciplined, drunken hooligans being anything other than mere drifters.

"Hardly, they haven't the discipline for that line of work..." He said, his back was still turned to the Dunmer as he looked back at him, seeing that he was done with the drinks.

"Alright then, back you go to your table and I'll bring them over." He replied, passing him the bill and prompting Talin to dump a small bag of coins on the counter. Hopefully that would suffice...

He returned back to their table, wondering who this new guy was...