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The riders of Evermore approached the Dwarven City. Their... 'parade', for lack of a better term. Drew quite the attention towards the peasantry living outside the city walls.

Alain simply smiled in their general direction. His charming and boyish grin proved to be infectious as well as disarming. It also appeared to be ease the tensions of the Hold guard looking on as these Bretons made their bold entrance. Making their way to the city stables. Where their steeds were greeted by the stable hands.

With the same enthusiasm with which he had entered these lands he dismounted. His older escort approached him.

"My dear Percival! Have you ever seen anything like it?" He asked amazed and chipper.

"Well, my lord." The escort admitted.

"This is the city of Markarth. Build by the dwarves, or so the legends say. And our accomodation for the night."

"Oh yes! I can do with a good goblet of wine."

The stable hands meanwhile were busy getting the horses in a pen so they wouldn't wander off. Some of the other less noble riders, whom wore iron armor and were mostly hunters, adventurers and squires stayed behind or went their own way for the night.

Tomorrow morning they would all assemble back at the horses and leave as soon as Lord Golwyn re-joined them.

"Enjoy! Fellers! See you back all here, tomorrow!" Alain yelled back at his men. Whom in return nodded or made any other gesture of acknowledgment.

The nobleman approached the city gate with his hand on his sheathed sword's pommel to keep it from banging against his leg and entered the city of stone, with his trusty escort, Percival, close behind.

The marketplace proved busy, even at this late hour. The last few deals were made at the lowest prices. The knight moved through the crowd, a bit annoyed at the fact how nobody made room for him, or even acknowledged his status. Percival meanwhile kept a close eye on his master's back. Ready to strike at the slightest sign of foul play. Even though there were absolutely no reason to suspect the Lord had enemies in this part of Nirn, he knew never to let his guard down.

"Oblivion's kitchen..." Alain sighed.

"I had not expected a market to be this busy in the evening."

Percival agreed, it just made his job of protecting the King's nephew even more argues.

"My lord, that building over there. It appears to be an inn." Percival spotted, pointing passed Golwyn at the Silver-Blood inn.

"Jolly good, my dear Percival."

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The door to the large hall flung open and the Knight pranced in, proud and rich.

"Barkeep! Bring me a bottle of your finest wine!" The given to laughter nobleman demanded, with his pouch already in his hand.