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Looking for an adventure, Falen is sitting at a tavern table waiting for a group of adventure craving people. He is opened for anyone who cares for an adventure to an unexplored land.

Sitting at the bar was a massive Khajiit man. He looked rather intimidating in his armor, which was made of dragon bones, as was the battle axe strapped to his back. Despite his intimidating height and load out, Dmitri obviously was very jovial and friendly; one could simply tell by the way he was laughing and joking around. He was holding a bottle of vodka but he wasn't drunk in the slightest.

Falen noticed the man and wondered to himself if he would make a good companion. he slowly got up and bought himself an ale then started walking over to the man.

Dmitri finishe a loud laugh then turned around just as Falen approached him.
"Hello, Comrade," he smiled at the man, his furry tail swaying, "Can I help you?"

"Aye laddy!" he patted the man on the back. "Are you any adventurer?" He laughed. "Or are you just another pretty, muscular face?"

Dmitri pounded on his armored chest, making a thus against the dragon bone chest plate, "Of course I am adventurer!" he said, his Russian accent making his deep voice a bit more intimidating, though he was obviously less than harmless unless provoked.

He chuckled slightly. "Well then! Would you care to travel to a distant land?" He patted the two swords strapped to his thighs. "I'm quite the companion if ye be lookin for trouble!"

"Of course, Laddy!" Dmitri teased, trying to do a similar accent but he still had the underlying Russian accent.

"So you would be willing to travel to a distant land with a lad that you barely know?" He sort if laughed to himself. "We sir, are going I just swell together!" But almost immediately his mood darkened. "Could, you follow me outside of the tavern to discuss terms of, erm, traveling? Talking, might not be the brightest idea."

(The I between just and swell was an accident).

"How will we discuss traveling if we don't talk?"

"We may talk." He looks over his shoulder at a man dressed in full black. "Just not here." He walked toward the door and gestured for him to come. The man in the black slowly shifted toward Falen. "Let's go."

Dmitri followed, knowing full well that he could kill anyone who threatened him.

As they walked outside Falen brought them to an alley way next to the tavern. He started sweating heavily. He pulled out a dagger that was hidden under his belt. "I thought I would have more freakin time!" He slammed the dagger into the side of the tavern, it's handle is the only thing that shows.

Dmitri followed and raised his fists when Falen drew the dagger then relaxed, "More time for what?"

He looked at him nervously. "To get a head start." He drew a wanted poster out of his pocket. "Have you heard of the 'Blood Brothers'?"

"Not at all."

He cocked his head. "Where are you from?" He looked as if he didn't believe the man.

"Eleswyr," he said simply.

He looked at the man uneasily. "They scarred me." He gently touches the scar on his left eye. "Ever since I killed one of the their high-ranking officers they were out to get me." He looked at the man. "They are more dangerous than they appear. I know you think you can take one on with your big muscles and all, but your muscles won't save you from their smarts and numbers." He looked at one if the cutlasses at his thigh. "I copied their fighting technique."