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The Bosmer smiled and turned to the Argonian, "I think that would be satisfactory, I can see you are in a group and they seem to be on the same quest are you" He said motioning for Zazar to lead the way. The Argonian nodded as the two headed to where the others were,Zazar motioning for the others to come join him so they can hear where the Dovakiin could be.

"So for me to give you the information i would need something form you, 1300 gold pieces for the information or you can do a little task for me" He said with Zazar looking at him with a disdain look on his face. "And what would this task be if we don't have the gold for you?" The Argonian asked thinking that unless the group could pool 1300 gold then they would have to do this "task" for him.

"It's a simple task, All i need your group to do is get something for me, Their was something stolen form me a blue jewel that is very valuable to me. If you go to the White River Watch cave near here and kill all the bandits and receive the jewel then i will give you the information you need" The Bosmer said smiling. "Their leader a Dunmur by the name of Ra'ka has the my jewel" He added willing to answer any questions the group may have.

Maira motioned a wave to Keldan as she manages to get up on her feet on her own. She could still handle herself though, her light tolerance has always an embarrassment, seeing her kind are considered the burliest amongst the races. "I can manage" she said with a chuckle, she lightly trips but got a grip of the bard's shoulders. "A nice walk could help clear my head."

Regardless of that explosion earlier the evening was relatively calm. Though not in par with Riften's, cold and preying atmosphere which she is much used to, it's nice to not always expect thugs to jump at you at any given time. Maira smirked at Keldan's reassurance as they stepped out of the inn "Hey, not that I have a problem with that." jesting aside the orc appreciates the woman's word of honor. It's a rare thing to encounter, from where the orc was coming from. "You didn't need to stay for me you know. I can still quite take care of myself." She said right before tripping on a loose pebble. She gave the bard a guilty stare "Quite."

As they passed by the blacksmith's Maira peeked above the elevated building where they could see the rest of the gang on their way to the commotion. "I wonder what's that all about."

Alit got herself to the front of the thankfully small crowd. She examined the scene; smithing outside the safety of the walls? Even with the towers and the guards, that was risky. It hadn't even been an hour since the bard and the duelist were 'inducted' into their group and her interest was already sparked again. She watched as the blacksmith and his assistant worked, not being one to need a reminder on how useful the trade was. She glanced back at Jarett. "What do ya think about smithing?"

Elisabeth Wandered down the street, calling out for someone "Mike... Mike where have you got to.." she had seen a friend of hers get drunker then a deadra, burst out the door into werewolf form and take off running down the street. Now it was up to her to find him before he killed someone or was killed himself. She did however find him laying face down naked outside a inn, going over to him she goes to kick him in the side "Wake up Mike..."

When she kicked him in the side, Mike mumbled something that sounded like a curse before he grumbled a little more as he pushed himself up from the ground mutter something in Argonion before he looked at his partner and smiled as he said "Aww, it's so nice to see you watching over me beautiful. Though are you sure your not just hear to soak in the view"

Mike stood up once he grab a bucket to hide his manliness though he knew his partner had seen him naked before, he then asked "Please tell me, you remember to bring a spare set of clothes. I seem to have misplaced my werewolf bag"

"What view? And I only went looking for you so that no one died, maybe even to check if your still alive" runs a finger down his chest "Your death would be bad for business," smirked at him "And plus! I would just need to break in a new partner, and I nearly have YOU house trained" punches him in the arm "Besides, you think so much of yourself, let the ladies in the inn see what a MAN you are" at that she grabbed his hand, pulling him through the door

Mike chuckled as she punched him in the arm before he blushed softly as she grab his hand to drag him into the inn naked. He smirked as he said "Well, let them see indeed" as he pulled her back grabbing her other hand as he made them waltz into the inn.

As they enter both men and woman gasped at the sight of Mike naked though for half of them it was quickly replaced by lustful eyes staring at his large package and perfectly toned muscles and physics as he waltz with Elisabeth making woman began to swoon before he ended the dance by passionately kissing Elisabeth on the lips before letting go of her to grab a pair of pants that were on the side. "Sorry ladies, shows over" Mike said with a wink as he pulled up the pants hiding his package.

Keldan had snorted when Maira found herself on the floor. The Altmer quickly slapped a hand over her mouth to cover up her laughter as she helped the orc up with the other hand. She made Maira lean on her as they walked with Keldan's arm around her wait to make sure she didn't trip again and hurt herself this time. "I didn't see nothing," She assured MAira as they walked past a man and a woman making their way into the Winking Skeever. She was sure Corpulus was going to have trouble with the man's nakedness because Keldan certainly would. She was glad she had left before he came in. She hoped old man Corpulus did something about unruly patrons like that man. She was surprised the guards hadn't arrested him.

"We'll ask them in the morning. Right now let's get you into a warm bed," Keldan peeked with Maira as they walked past. She could see Alit, Haskell, Jarett, and Valen all talking. An Argonian with another Bosmer were approaching them. She wondered if they were all in the same group.

As they made their way down the street past a few houses and some guards patrolling the streets, they finally arrived at the college. Keldan helped Maira up the stairs, where they almost fell, and into the large building. The Altmer ignored some of the stares they got from the other bards in the school as they went up the stairs to Keldan's room. Lisette, who had been ill, raised an eyebrow at her as they passed her in the hall. Keldan just winked at the fellow bard just as she closed the door to her room. "Well, here we are," Keldan led Maira to the single bed. "Take off your shoes before you got to sleep." She walked to the closet where she began to fill a pack with several items of clothing and a few spell books she was trying to get through. "I'll wake you up early in the morning, so don't worry about being late. I don't sleep much anyway."



"Smithing? I couldn't hold a hammer that heavy with both hands," Jarett said with a shrug. He wasn't strong, and everyone knew that which is why he preferred to fight with bound weapons. They didn't weigh him down or tired him as he fought his foes, so there was no real need for smithing for him. "I do wonder why he is outside the walls and not inside. Also, why does it smell like Dwarven oil? I hate that smell."

Jarett examined the bald man and his assistant for a second. "Should we go ask? I know that look in your eyes when you are curious," Both of them had spent enough time with each other to know some of the quirks and signs each of them had. "Wouldn't hurt to ask."

her eyes go wide when he kisses her, theirs a pause, time seems to stop. When time comes back she just seems to bring her lip[s in then pushes them out again. Not whipping the kiss off but not keeping it on her lips. When she got her senses back she pushes him away with a smirk and a blush "Enough of that, your getting ideas!" smirks at him more mischievously "What you want to drink?"

"No but really." Maira chuckled, trying to convince the Altmer "I can still handle myself". As they close to their destination, Maira soon realized that they're not staying at one of the stony residential place. The Bards college loomed at her view, jolting her awake. "Oh, no." The last time she was here, when she was tasked a bedlam job by the old man. Things didn't turn out the way it should however. Her detection initiated the most awkward, small-scale chase ever inside the closed master's room. Not long the guards were called, but the orc managed to jump out the window, stole a horse and galloped for dear life, but not after her mask was feel to the ground and now she fears that some people might actually recognize her here.

All the while they were inside Maira pulled her hood up, making sure to hide her features, but that didnt stop from other people to stare at her direction. She was starting to get paranoid, but found some relief when they reached and closed the bedroom. WHich only opened up another matter, none the less Maira let out a dull sigh.

"Nice place you got here." she started out nervously, sitting stiffly on the bed. She held her drunk self together but her view was spinning, making her a bit dizzy. Would be nice if they talked a little for a bit, she thought, just to minimize the spinning.

She leaned back, her palms on the bed. "You dont sleep much? Dont tell me you're a vampire." She laughs, but stopped midway to reconsider the possibility. "Are you?" she tensed.

Thraine hammered away at the hot metal and he set the hammer down and reached for a black ebony guantlet that was a bit bigger than normal guantlets of that particular make and he rolled his shoulder a bit before clenching his fist and hitting the metal with the guatlet cover hand and turning it over before hitting the otherside and repeated with every turn of the hot metal before putting it in a barrel of cold water. He then took the guantlet off and began to whistle while walking over to a cart with barrels in it lifting a small barrel that looked like it was a keg of Mead and set it down near the leather rack he hand and popped the lid off revealing more dwarven oil and he grabbed one of the brown leathers off the table and dipped it into the barrel before drapping it over a pole "there we are. Now ill let that cure for a bit. Hey imperial. That axe is sharp enough. Take it to the guard and becareful. Im not responcible if you lodge that weapon in someone or yourself." The assistant nodded and took off without a word.

Thraine then grabbed the metal he was working on and it shimmered like ebony and he inspected it before putting it back into the fire and he spat and sniffed before reaching into a black leather pouch and pulled out a pinch of fire salts. And dripped them onto the blade. The black metal sparked and began to glow hot again in time for the assistant to get back. "Grab hold and turn when i tell you too" he brought the hot metal to the anvil and the assistant grabbed the glowing metal and waited.

Thraine then grabbed hold of a black ebony double sided hammer and he looked at the metal and inhaled before swing the hammer and then repeated telling the Assistant to turn the metal ever 3 swings

@NPC
"Whatever could you mean?" Mike teased her with a wink as he saw her blushing before he though about it as he said "Well, how about some of that powerful Argonion ale that I keep hearing about". Mike, with his werewolf blood did have a slightly higher alcohol tolerance then most nords but he did enjoy getting druck when he was with Elisbeth.

While she would be ordering the drinks, Mike slip a gold coin to the innkeeper as he said "Do you have any information about jobs the Jaul is offering?" The innkeep nodded and slip him three missions. Which he would flick though before showing them to Elizabeth.

Elisabeth looks though the jobs when she returns with his and her drinks "I dont know, your the one that dragged me out of bed this early. You tell me what you wnat to go chase after"

@Congee

"They were staring because I usually don't bring my partners to the college, I tend to stay in their places the night," Keldan laughed as she continued to pack her bag. Keldan had to make sure to take everything she would need on the journey and prepare it now because she knew she would forget it tomorrow morning. She had never been a morning person and she was not about to start.

"A vampire?" Keldan laughed and looked over her shoulder to Maira. "I get accused of being Thalmor and now a vampire?" She stood up and walked to the small metallic mirror she had hung on her wall. "Do I look that bad today? I know I didn't get much sleep yesterday, but it can't be that bad!" She joked as she turned and walked to sit next to Maira. "I just get nightmares more often than not," she shrugged as if it was no big deal. It wasn't. She had spent years with them now and she had grown used to them.

"So you don't need to worry about me sucking your blood," Keldan leaned in and blew air on Maira's neck.

"Might as well," she cocked her head to the side, watching the blacksmith and assistant work. A set up like that outside the walls meant it had to be temporary. "Wonder if he'd be interested in joining up." Alit can imagine that he'd be more difficult than the other two they just recruited into their search, but it wouldn't hurt to at least try. Besides, it wasn't exactly fun to trudge through the snow in search of the major cities to get to someone capable of sharpening her weapons and whatever else she could find.

Mike though about as he scanned his job and let a soft growl leave his throat before he tapped the second one as he said "How about we go hunt down a vampire group, I've not killed vampires for a while and the wolf within like seeing those basterd burn" though he said the second one in a whisper to her only.

"I- didn't mean it that way." Maira redeemed herself, watching the bard as looked over the mirror. She wasnt quite aware that Keldan was just pulling her leg. There was slight worry at the orc's part, as Keldan talked about nightmares, she said it was no big deal but it werent true Keldan's pretty good at hiding it.

The warm air sent shivers down her, she wasn't sure if she hated it or the other way around. The air around them changed, now that they're both alone together in a cozy bedroom and the booze slowly wearing off. Though she was trying her best to not appear twice as edgy as she was before, trying to keep up with the woman's bold pace. "That's probably a good idea." she replied " I bet I'm not appear quite as tasty. I'd hate to disappoint." she jests, a playful smile across her face.

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Zazar nodded agreeing to the motion of doing the Bosmer's "Little task", They did not have enough gold to pay him off and this option seemed more viable then the other. With all of them at the gate they would head off to the cave to get the jewel and deal with those bandits, Zazar for the most part was ready a bit wary that something terrible was going to happen.

However the young Argonian was prepared to fight whomever they would face, The travel itself would take about two or so of walking where they finally arrived at the mouth of the cave. "Okay now Zazar want you all to stick together and don't separate form each other, Zazar doesn't know what would be in that cave" Zazar said looking at the dark and empty mouth of the cave.

Tar-Shei next to the table, cutting at the corpse that lay on it with his iron dagger humming to himself as he did. Understanding humanoid anatomy was hugely helpful to his work. This poor soul had been the leader of a merry band of thieves it seemed before he had came along, the cave had seemed like the perfect place to set up and it had came with it's own security! Well, he had to...adjust them to his needs first but after reanimation the group was more than compliant albeit much quieter. That is to be expected Tar supposed as he continued cutting,examining the ex-chief's various organs before placing them neatly to one side for later dissection. The chief's equipment was lazily discarded on the floor, he had no need for his trinkets or weapons so why waste time tidying them away? He could do that later, fresh corpses were always far easier to work with and yielded better results.

The bandits indeed had become more than willing to serve the necromancer after they had been reanimated, they stood around the cave in a formation somewhat similar to how they would be arranged if they were alive the only difference being they all stared emptily into space with various blotches on their skin where the argonians magic had entered their bodies and wasted away at their system.

Valen watched the bald nord work the metal it was an impressive craft of honor and skill true beauty. with a chuckle Valen hit Jarett with a soft elbow " Come on Jerett i could lift that Hammer and i'm a short Bosmer" he could barely hold back laughter. Valen loved to tease his Redguard companion any chance he had Jarett reactions were priceless and made for hours of fun.

"All jokes aside you should stick to spell craft it suites you well and is a good ascetic for you" he told jarett with the world's largest grin.