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The Poetic Dragon wrote: "Come, come Juniper. The city is just ahead."Bralok called to his Husky who was about to chase a scorpion.

BARK, BARK

"Yes, water. Now come along now."

As the pair entered the city of (whatever city would be best for immediate immersion), they headed straight for the tavern. The Orc needed a good drink, and Juniper some water. (Rimmen)

Passing an Orc and an Argonian bidding their farewells, the pair made their way to the tavern. It was relatively busy, the patrons seeking shade from the burning sun. An elderly Altmer sitting silently, staring into his mug in a corner, glanced up as Bralok entered and a stumbling Khajiit collided with the Orc as he walked towards the bar.