Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191130184420/@comment-5543592-20191130190554

"There ye go, she gets it." Scaldor wagged his smoke at her.

"So we'll still stay here then?"

"I see no reason not to." Nyasia said.

It was in this moment that a man entered the inn. Wearing the dress of a valet, in the colors of Anvil county, he scanned the room before zeroing in on Cade.

He quickly approached the knight, who was still mourning over Svieva's sword. The valet stood primly to Cade's right and cleared his throat a few times to try and get Cade's attention, but evidently wasn't heard, so he reached up to tap Cade on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir?"

Cade shuffled around, sniffling. He wiped his nose, regaining himself, and closed his visor. He stood tall, and in a booming voice, "Yes, citizen?"

"I heard you speaking in the tavern." The valet said. "You would not be Sir Nohaden'Cade, are you?"

Cade opened his faceplate back up, regarding the valet with bloodshot eyes. "That is I, THE Sir Nohaden'Cade."

"The one who slew the Daedra plaguing Wayrest?" The valet clarified.

Cade nodded vigorously. "Yes!  The fiend Alrithos!" He whirled away, brooding dramatically, fist clenched. "But once more he has eluded me, now concealed in the fires of his home!  That villain!  Scoundrel!"

"Ehm, yes." The valet agreed, neutrally. "The Count was hoping to have a word with you, sir.  We have something of a Daedric problem here in Anvil."

Cade looked back calmly. "Of the evil sort?"

The valet shrugged, exasperated. "Sure."