Forums » Fantasy Roleplay » Elder Scrolls(1X1)

She led him to a nearby Inn. There weren't that many people in but most were drunk." Hey Kin." The bartender smiled. Kin waved before sitting at a table.

"You know a lot of people," he chuckled and sat down across from her, his tail twitching behind him.

"I've either fought with them in the battle of the Great Gate that opened outside of Bruma or I helped them out with some favors."

"At least people here are a lot more friendly... Nords tend to be hostile to Khajiit and Argonians..."

"Never been a big fans of Nords either. I couldn't stop getting into fights with them." She laughed.

"It's not because of that, they're just somewhat racist... It's why I side with the Imperials. My people are shunned by the Nords, not allowed in their cities or even their inns... And Skyrim is a cold place."

"There aren't that many Nords here. Most of my friends are Argonians and Kahjeet(May have spelled that wrong.)" She smiled.

(Close. It's 2 "i"s)

"I live in Skyrim, so Nords are generally my friends, the ones who live in Markarth are anyways."

"I guess not many elves like you then." She frowned.

"Why do you say that?"

"You said so before and you said most of your friends are Nords I assume you known for a long time. I'll tell ya something." She smiled." My own kind hates me."

"Whys that, Comrade?" he asked curiously, "But to answer your question, I've only got one elvish friend."

"I'm not like the others. I suck at archery, I don't use my ability, and I don't act like a wood elf." She looked at him." Who might that be?"

"You," he chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

Kin blinked and blushed." Oh." She looked over." Anything you want?"

"Some mead... And stew," he grinned, "And I'm going to rent a room for the night," he said then stood. He returned a few minutes later wearing just a normal tunic and pants, "Much better."

There was already mead and stew on the table for him. Kin had a bottle of wine for her in front of her but there was no glass for her. She had been drinking straight from the bottle.

"Thirst, are we?" he chuckled and sat.

"I only drink when I feel like I'm not going to sleep." She smiled.

He took a deep swig of mead, "This is what you need to drink if you aim to go to sleep."