Tayvan approached the stable of leyawiin, he hitched his horse, and grabed his bag off the saddle. Tayvan then tossed a few coins towards the stable keep and headed into town.

Tayvan walked down the street, eyeing beggars and checking his surroundings. He knew his name has some value to it, his mercenary group had to have some fame to it, yet Tayvan wasnt sure this was a good thing. 

After a few minutes of walking he passed a inn, Tayvan looked up and read the sign.

"Blackwoods Brew" he mutterd. "Hmm lets hope the ale is better than the stuff in fathers cellar." 

Tayvan put his hands on the door and takes a deep breath. As he opened the door, the quite world around him seemed to have fled as his ears filled with chatter, his nose filled with smells of bread and meat. He began to drool as he just thinks of meat, reminding him he needs to feed soon. Tayvan walked through the door and shuts it, he could feel the eyes staring at him, what was such a young bosmer doing in here. Tayvan didnt let it bother him, he knew he was still strong. Tayvan found a lonely table, he proceeded to sit down and called for an ale. When it arrives, Tayvan took a deep gulp, he immediately spits it into the mug. 

"Taste like rancid horse piss" Tayvan spoke softly. 

He leaned back in his chair and began to does off, it had been a long journey from Bravil.