Falx looked at the inn that everyone had went into earlier that morning. He didn't want to go join them, but for now his, and their destiny was intertwined. Causually strolling up the already hot afternoon cobblestones he thought of all they would have to do to stop the damn mage.
"Why can't they just use swords" The Knight said to himself, right before he stepped into the inn, that should of been evacuated too. The rag tag group of hired hands and mercenary's without a cause stood around a table in a very empty bar. That at least soothed Falx's thoughts a bit.
"I'm sorry I wasn't present for our "discussions" but I had other matters to attend to." Falx looked at the wall for a while, "Most of Cyrodil is either in flames, or controlled by the Deadra. Oddly this little section of the outskirts is safe, for now."
The Knight walked over to the inkeeper and whispered a few words into his ear. The man nodded his head and went into the back room.
"
I'll get us food for this
adventure of ours.." Falx said that with disdain, "I only wish that it would soon be over."
The Innkeeper rushed back into the main floor with several large bags of food and waterskins. Falx tossed him a rather large bag of coins and said, "Take that money, and please, please, get out of here. The deadra are swarming all over the place, soon they will be here too. Now go!"
The barkeeper again returned to his back room..
[OOC: I beat you LoneWolf!!!!

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