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Tavir stepped into the inn, wrinkling her nose at the stench of unwashed patrons and furniture. 'No worse than most of the places I've been to, I suppose,' she thought as Solun marched to some unclaimed tables and instructed them to get some rest while they good. He also pointedly suggested that...

Man, these people are so traumatized, even their dreams are traumatizing. On that note, I think I can post tomorrow. Either before or after work.

Wait a minute. Isn't the priest in Markarth an elf?

Tavir walked beside the bier, carried by volunteers from the village. The day was bright and good for travel, but the khajiiti mercenary was in a foul mood. Their self-appointed leader's announcement had cut her evening short, and she'd not had time to seal the deal with her handsome knight. So...

Happy early holidays, everyone! I'll try to get a post up tonight, but after that will be out of touch for the next couple days.

Tavir grinned at the handsome Breton, and led him inside. She'd been expecting a quiet,boring night. But with the knight around, it seemed things might turn out a little more 'exciting' than she'd thought. Not that she was about to complain...then the door to the inn opened and Solun and...

Tavir watched impassively as the priest got the surrounding villagers to lift the imperial, barking at them to be careful as one of the men nearly dropped her entering the inn. Now that she was gone, she stepped close to Allesan. "The name's Tavir. Do you want.." she trailed off as the breton...

Tavirs's outside until I can post again. I think Unk is at the bar, ready to shiv a fool with his broken beer bottle.

Oh, don't you worry, Tavir's more than willing to *ahem* help him uncover his inner hedonist. :p

;)

Tavir threw back her head with a short laugh. "Oh, you needn't speak to me like I'm some prissy noblewoman. I might not talk like your typical cat, but I'm khajiiti to the bone. Steal your things as soon as smile at you, and all that." Her amber eyes sparkled. "I can't promise you a place with...

Hmm, Allesan's well spoken, easy on the eyes, and he's got a dark and troubled past... how dreamy!

Tavir tilted her head as the armoured newcomer, the one Katrina had nearly fried, stepped into the tavern and removed his helm. He was handsome, even with the odd scar marring his face. Either way, she found him a much more worthy distraction than the two stormcloaks gearing up to beat the...

Tavir threw her head back and laughed at the first dunmer's suggestion. "Nice try." She nods towards one of their newer companions, the orc, who was in the midst of toasting the group at large. "Why don't you ask him to share? " She tilted her head, "though on second thought, he'd probably be...

My god, Tavir's surrounded by dark elves who want to steal her ill-gotten booze!

Tavir had barely started in on her drink when the nord latecomer from before entered, went to a room, seemingly at random, and came back out, wearing considerably less gear. Her eyes tracked him as he approached Solun and introduced himself, offering his horse and his services. Another addition...

Tavir paced away as the situation seemed to be concluded, except for the dunmer who was normally stuck to the big argonian's side, sneaking up behind the nord in multiple layers of armour. But the helmeted man didn't seem to want trouble. If anything, he seemed like he'd simply stumbled into the...

Tavir's ears perked up as they approached the mine. She could hear movement within, and muffled voices. Solun ordered two of their largest companions to break the mine doors open, and was about to warn him about what she'd heard, but those inside quickly opened them from their side. A group of...

I can get something up hopefully before work tomorrow, if not for sure after.

I mean, from I can tell, she's a near amoral blade for hire. I'm surprised she's willing to talk with any of us.