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"A shame, I was looking for a new stallion to breed with my mares. This fellow here has a strong body." The stablemaster muttered.

"Well, good luck with that. Sunchaser isn't for sale as my friend here said." Jof said. He pulled the horse free from the cart and left the cart for the stablemaster to get later.

"We should go to the harbor, Helgi and others must have found us a ship by now. It shouldn't be too hard." Jofrodr said. Looking out to the city he added. "Or do you want to look around the city for a bit? I've never been to Dagastar before."

The old captain looked at the skull hanging from the wall.

"Ah, yes. One of Sinmur's kin. I believe he was called Utgard. Shortly after the Return, Sinmur and his clan of frost giants terrorized the new Atmoran colonists in Skyrim. Ysgramor himself led the warband that put them down. That skull there was claimed by my ancestor Terr Battle-Born, whom avenged the death of his older brother Tysnal by slaying that beast." Gunnar explained.

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The inside of the inn was warmed by a hearth like most Atmoran homes, though this one was larger than the one seen in individual homes. Around the hearth a group of patrons were sharing in drink and food that a barmaid was carrying on a platter over her shoulder. At the far end of the large room was a bar where the innkeeper was tending to pouring the drinks from caskets of mead. To Lars' left were stairs that led to a second floor, which was likely where the bedrooms were.

No one seemed to care enough about Lars or his companion to look over when they entered. However, a breeze from the outside blew in through the open door and brought in some of Fjoll's rotted stink.

The nearest patron, a man with long brown hair, gagged on his drink and spat some of it into the hearthfire. The alcohol made the flames spark with excitement for a moment, before returning to normal.

"By the gods, what crawled up in here and died?" The man said, looking back to the duo. While the sight of tall armored man was quite unsettling, he was more pissed off that they had ruined his meal with their stink. "Shor's bones, you stink. I would suggest you wash yourself in the river, but I'm afraid you might permanently contaminate it."

That made the other patrons laugh.