Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150305043346/@comment-5543592-20150310021813

Oh'Droga pulled the boy down from the pack horse.

"You see that tent there?  That is Oh'Droga's tent.  Go there and get warm." The khajiit then went to feed the horses.

When he returned to his tent, Oh'Droga discovered the boy had taken up the entire sleeping fur. He moved into the tent, tried to push the boy aside, to no avail, getting a rising laughter from an onlooking Ejlar. He hissed in frustration, but squeezed in nonetheless. Unbeknowest to the Khajiit, it would be the best night's sleep had had ever gotten in his entire life.

Jacobeck ate litte, still tramuatized from the days events. He crawled into his tent and dissolved into a restless sleep.

Ejlar left the manifest sitting out. He crawled into his tent, wrote in his journal for a bit, and then went to sleep.

In his sleep, or in some semi-conscious state, Ejlar was back at the ancient inn that he had found in the first expedition colony. Except now, the inn was bustling with occupants for some kind of occasion they were drinking and being merry, like nothing was out of the ordinary. Like they weren’t on an abandoned continent. Ejlar himself was back at the bar. Lowe the bartender was back behind the bar.

“Good evening, Mr. Ejlar.”

“Hi Lowe. Been away, but now I'm back.

“Good evening, Mr. Ejlar. It's good to see you.”

“It's good to be back, Lowe.”

“What'll it be, sir?”

“Hair of the dog that bit me.”

“Some mead, yeah?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“That'll do her.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Lowe went about making Ejlar’s drink. “No charge to you, Mr. Ejlar.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“No charge?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Your money is no good here. Orders from the house.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Orders from the house?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Drink up, Mr. Ejlar.”

“I'm the kind of man who likes to know who's buying their drinks, Lowe.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“It's not a matter that concerns you, Mr. Ejlar. At least not at this point.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Anything you say, Lowe. Anything you say.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Ejlar finished his drink and backed away from the bar. As he perused the party goers he collided with a well-dressed server, who accidently spilled his drinks all over Ejlar.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“My apologies.”   Said the server.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Ejlar glanced down at his drink splattered Stalhrim armor. “No, that’s alright, I was planning on changing my outfit anyway.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Let me help you out.”   The server led Ejlar to a wash room and got a dry rag, and proceeded to help Ejlar wipe off his armor. Ejlar looked at the server’s face. He recognized him from somewhere.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“What do they call you around here, Steward?”   Asked Ejlar.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">The server looked up at Ejlar. “Galin, sir.   Berngerus Galin”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Galin?”   Ejlar furrowed his brow.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Yes, sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Berngerus Galin.”   Repeated Ejlar, wanting further affirmation.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Galin looked slightly exasperated, but still patient. “That's right, sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Eh, Mr. Galin... haven't I seen you somewhere before?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Why no, sir. I don't believe so.” He continued cleaning Ejlar’s armor. “ Ah ha, it's coming off now, sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Ejlar pulled away from Galin and went to the wash basin and proceeded to scrub his hands. “Eh... Mr. Galin... weren't you once the navigator of an expedition to Atmora?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Why no, sir. I don't believe so.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“You work for the Conglomerate, don’t you, Galin?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Yes, sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“And how is that going?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Right as rain, sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Mr. Galin, you were the navigator here. I recognize you- I saw your portrait in the expedition manifest. You, uh … chopped your comrades into bits. And… then you blew your brains out.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“That's strange, sir. I don't have any recollection of that at all.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Mr. Galin, you were the navigator here.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Galin shook his head, and said with conviction, “I'm sorry to differ with you, sir, but you are the navigator. You've always been the navigator. I should know, sir. I've always been here.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Ejlar just chuckled. The situation was all just too funny, for some reason.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Did you know, Mr. Ejlar, that your associates are attempting to bring an outside party into this situation? Did you know that?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“No.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“They are, Mr. Ejlar.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Who? Who are they bringing in?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Anyone… people.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Ejlar looked confused. Who? How? “People?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Yes.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“How?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Xiar has a very great talent. I don't think you are aware how great it is, but he is attempting to use that very talent against your will.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Ejlar laughed and shot Galin a knowing smile. He shrugged his shoulders. “He is a very willful boy.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Indeed he is, Mr. Ejlar. A very willful boy. A rather … naughty boy, if I may be so bold, sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“It's the others. They, uh … interfere.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">“Perhaps … they need a good talking to, if you don't mind my saying so. Perhaps … a bit more. My subordinates, sir, they didn't care for this place at first. One of them actually stole a pack of matches and tried to burn this place down. But I… corrected ,” He enunciated the word. It clearly meant more than just that, “them, sir. And when my commanding officer tried to prevent me from doing my duty, I … corrected him too .”