Tayvan had got up from his rest, he looked at the ale. Not very sure why it tasted so bad, did he not like ale, he thought. He grabbed the cup and made his way to the bartender. Slamming the cup down on the bar, he spoke.
"Look, this ale, if you can call it that. Tastes like Orc spit. Its so terrible. Now you can give me my hard earned gold back, or meet old steel fang out back."
The bartender looked the young bosmer up and down. He didnt look all that intimidating, but the dagger was rather shap and he looked like he knew how to use from. The look of the large paw around his neck.
"Sorry about that, the ale hasnt came in from the caravan, ive been using stale stuff ive found. These drunks cant tell, look I dont want trouble. Here have some Alto wine, made from the finest grapes. Its on the house I hope you enjoy it."
Tayvan went and sat down, he grabbed the paw and stuck one of the claws into the cork and pulled it out. He leaned back and drank from the bottle. It was some of the finest wine he had in awhile. He smiled, and tossed a few coins too the bartender. The wine didnt quech his thirst though. He wanted hunt, he needed to go back to his better form.
Tayvan rushed the dark thoughts out of his head, he couldn't turn here, too many people.he reached into his bag and grabbed a whetstone, and begun to sharpen his daggers to keep his mind busy.