She watched another drunken Nord run up to the bard, slurring to him to play another song. The man shook his head profusely, stating he was done for the time being and he needed a short break. The Nord scowled, trudging back to his seat while swearing loudly for all to hear.
Selene sighed, looking into her nearly empty mug. Though it was nice to get away from the bustling questions of the Companions, the Bannered Mare wasn't much better. Here, it was much louder due to the small space and the booming voices of the patrons stung her ears. The Dragonborn downed the last of her mead, placing the metal tankard back onto the bar gently. As she stood, she plucked a few septims out of her deceptively small coin purse, slapping them onto the counter and leaving the crowded inn.
The frigid nighttime air slammed into her as she shut the door, causing her to shiver slightly. Selene shifted under her heavy Orcish armor and began trudging down the path. Her hair danced in her face as a strong gust
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