Telina, embarrased

Telina took his hand, and dragged herself up, looking more maroon than blue in her skin.

"Sorry, I..er...shouldn't have done that", she said with an exusing smile.

Rahvin

Rahvin shrugged. "Probably not." he said before sitting back down to his breakfast.

Flint Ironwood, inside a tavern.

Flint calmly moved through the rather dirty corridor. The noise from all the tavern’s customers downstairs masked any sound he could have made. After a short walk he arrived at his target, a crappy door that would probably fall apart if he spit on it. Flint smiled. That would actually be fun.

The Breton knelt down and put a pick in the lock.
,,Damn, it isn’t even locked. Where’s the fun in that?” He angrily whispered to himself. He then used his pick to lock the door(!) and then unlocked it again. He looked at the door again. With no doubt it would make a lot of noise if he opened it. After a short time spent thinking, he cast a silence spell on the door and opened it without a sound.

Inside, he found his target, a bad smelling drunkard. Flint sneaked closer, and picked two awfully smelling boots off the floor after which he left. He went out of the window again, back on the roof and then dropped down into a back alley where he removed his helmet.
He’d finished his business and received his pay of ten septims half an hour later.

All in all, this had to be the most pathetic job he ever got. He could’ve just walked in through the front door and grabbed the shoes. Their owner was too drunk to do anything. But he found it more fun to act on every job as if he was robbing the Imperial palace in Cyrodiil. He looked at his armour again. His arm had stopped bleeding and would probably heal up just fine without any Magicka to help it. That left his armour. A short inspection revealed that only the cloth covering it was ripped. The glass underneath was in perfect condition. Flint fixed the cloth in five minutes. If he ever wanted to retire, he could always become a clothier.

,,I’m getting restless. Time to move on.” The Breton said to himself and took out his map. Lainlalten seemed to be the closest place here. He bet he could reach it in one, maybe two jumps. ,,Well, let’s get going.” He muttered and sailed up into the air.

(He’s coming! )

Sasal said to Arygon, "I suppose its a rarity" he said as his eyes wandered to a young dunmer girl fall on her behind "Children get reckless every day" He muttered under his breath.....

"So, what brings you to skyrim any way?" he question Arygon "Im here because i travel once a year from my house in Skinigrad in cyrodill to The throat of the World"
Streching out in his seat, he let a wide yawn loose

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Deagan, Inn

Deagan stumbled down the stairs slowly toward the bar and sat down next to Rahvin and Telina, both of them looked somewhat embarrassed for some reason. He decided not to bring it up, instead deciding to eat something...again.

"I'll have some bread and some ale, actually wait....hold the ale....gimme some water..." Deagan said

The tender gave him his request and he began to eat, the small amount of gold left in his pocket was enough to pay for his meal, maybe two meals but that would take all of it.

He handed over a few coins and started to eat in silence.

I'm gonna need to stop off at a shop soon....

Sadril

Sadril snuck up behind Rahvin sitting at the bar with a sinister look on his face. You'll deal with me, eh? He slowly and stealthily crept up behind Rahvin--although the other patrons were giving Sadril akward looks.

He lept at Rahvin and wrapped his arms around him from behind, all the while rocking back and forth singing "Rahvin's got a girlfriend!" obnoxiously. ( ) It seems a lack of sleep had little effect on the vampire.

OOC: it seems our dear fuzzy knight has skipped out on us for a while as well as a few other people... if he doesn't show up soon veric may stir something up to keep this going.

Rahvin

Rahvin had heard Sadril coming, but didn't care to try and stop him. Instead, he slipped a dagger into his hand from his sleeve just in case.

"And I figured you to be around two hundred years old, not two." he commented. "Now let me go, Vampire."

Telina

"Why you set him down, you nasty beast", Telina yelled at Sadril, all the while blushig more and more.

"He is not my boyfriend, we're...'we're, just"!!!! she gave up,l as she couldn't find out what to say...

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Sadril

"Nasty beast?" Sadril dropped Rahvin, ignoring his comment. He clutched his heart, as if he were just shot by an arrow. "Why, my lady. I-I'm hurt. To think such mean words could come from a beautirful face... You do seem rather quick to deny it, though," Sadril finished with a flash of his teeth, scratching his chin as if thinking hard on something.

Sasal eyed out the young man who had just stepped from the stairs, and was appearantly a vampire. "A vampire" he thought "Quarra? Aundae? Berne?"
sasal felt uneasy with a vampire walking around, and associating with non vampires.

While holding his tankard, a silver dart dropped into his right hand as he readied to kill the vampire

Telina

"So, you mean I was rude didn't you...well let me tell you, I know what you are, and I dont trust you".

"But, what do you mean that I deny so quick"?.

EDIT: Telina yelled at Sadril, no Rahvin.

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Arygon already had a Ebony thrwig star out and was tracking Sadril, when he noticed a silver dart drop into the old timers hand. "You're quite quick... for someone claiming to be at least a hundred years old..." Arygon suprised the man by folding his hands and drawing a dozen Ebony throwing stars from a slot in his hand...

OOC: Thats right his HAND! *Secret revealed later*

Sasal

Sasal smiled "Hmm, im old enough to sniff out vampires and necromancers from miles away" Sasal drank his mead as his dart protruded from his right hand, which was holding the tankard.
"being an ordinator in vivec has blessed me with the tittle of 'Crusader' one who is dedicated to rooting out evil in the world and who is dedicated to a good purpose" He said as he wiped the mead from his mouth with his left hand, still holding his dart in the right

Sadril

"I only meant that the way you seemed so offended that I would think of you as Rahvin's girl seemed quite supicious is all," Sadril said with a crooked smile. He sensed hostility around him, but ignored it for the time being. No need for them to spoil his good time.

Arygon left the Ebony throwing starts cutting through the skin on his right hand between the finger. Miraculously it wasn't bleeding, and Arygon was holding a drink and calmly drinking with his other hand...

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Flint Ironwood, approaching Lainlalten

Flint had guessed wrong. He had to jump against the wind so he was slowed down to the point where he had to do three jumps. The last jump landed him on the roof of a building and he dropped down into a back alley without being noticed.
,,First up, a drink. After that, who knows?"
Flint wandered around for a few minutes before coming to a tavern. He went inside and headed straight for the bartender.
,,Yo, one Flin please!" He shouted out loud and dropped a coin on the tap.




(I'm just going to drink something while thinking of a reasonable way to meet up with everyone again.)

Rahvin

"Don't worry about it; he's just being childish." Rahvin answered, deciding that he didn't want to sit and listen to Sadril's obnoxious words any more.

"I'll be outside." he said, pushing past Sadril as he walked out the door.

Telina

"Uh-hu, right". "Fine, I'll leave you alone". then she looked away from him.



Telina

Telina, followed Rahvin outside, she had a question for him.

"Rahvin, can I speak to you for a second"?, she asked him, as soon they were out of sight from Sadril and the others.

Rahvin

"Sure." he answered with a shrug.

Telina

"Um, yeah...about that in there, I couldnt help it...I think I love you...thats probably why I did it".