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"Water for me as well," Utahsi nodded.

While the main barkeep was still recovering, one of the other employees had taken over bartending duties. Vordel gave him a slight nod, beckoning him over so they could all get their drinks.

"Let's just hope Kaz doesn't do anything stupid and we can enjoy the rest of our night in peace," The Dark Elf muttered.

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"... Alright then," Kaz said. Ordinarily, Vordel would respond with a witty remark when Kaz told him to look mean. Smith's ultra-good-guy act was throwing him off a bit.

Shrugging, he knocked on the door and waited. A few seconds later, the door swung open to reveal an aged Nord warrior, his face scarred and battered and his gray beard tied into a not that swung loosely in the Windhelm breeze. He seemed to be dressed in his sleeping clothes, a white working shirt and a pair of ragged black trousers. Had they not known better, they could have mistakened him for a beggar.

"Yeah, what... Kazrris?"

"Evening, old man," Kazrris nodded. "You busy."

"I... what are you doin' here?" Galmar folded his arms. "Don't you have some sweetroll bandit to be... who in Oblivion is this?" He nodded to the big Nord.