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"Alright. Do wait here. I'll have you two cold bottles of our strongest in no time." the waitress said before leaving to process Stauntax's order.

A table with four rowdy people could be seen at the corner of Stauntax's eye. Two Breton maids were watching a Nord man arm-wrestle a mean-looking and rather intimidating Bosmer man, witn neither of the side winning until the match resulted in a draw when both competitors ended up dislocating their shoulders, yet laughed afterwards from the pain.

"Ha..! Don't tell me you're gonna cry now..! Grand Master Maurice will smash a chair in your face if he saw you crying from just that..!" the Nord laughed.

"Is that sarcasm I hear..?! Ha..! That's rather low for one of the Undaunted, no..?!" the Bosmer countered.

The Nord and Bosmer laughed again heartily, before the two had their shoulders fixed and mended their wounds over some snacks and cold, strong drinks, before exclaiming "To the Undaunted!"

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"And who might you be? You don't look like a common noble. What house are you from, and what region?" the Knight-Sentinel adressing Illya asked, presuming her to be from a noble house from High Rock judging by her attire and way of words, but he tested the waters first.

"What is your name?"