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"Im drapor" He said to her "Its good to see my own kind wrapped up in this letter bisuness". he said smiling
 
She smiled back to Drapor in return timidly, "Yes, it is. Nice to meet you Drapor," she then turned back to looking at the hooded man. Her instincts told her not to trust him though she didn't fear him like the Imperial who spoke to her first.
 
Galtens eyes shot open. He wasn't out long, at least it didn't feel very long. Galten felt around his mouth with his tongue, and to his horror found fangs. Damn it! I have to keep this secret. If Isran found out... Galten hid his fangs and slowly got up. He didn't feel that different, except for a thirst for blood. He urged himself to ignore the thirst and entered the inn again. Hopefully no one notices. Galten noticed that they had a new friend, a female Bosmer. "My apologies. That took longer than expected. Who's are new friend?"
 
"Ah you got the letter too! My name is Galten, Galten Rale. I see you have met my companions. Again, Galten resisted the urge to suck the blood out of Seraphina.
 
"Yes, I have met some of your...companions," she said awkardly. She looked at the others again then back to him, "It is very nice to meet you Galten Rale."
 
Avi, who had been wrapped in his own thoughts, suddenly emerged to answer Seraphina's question
Names can wait He said What we need now is information. We each recieved a letter, requesting that we be here, tonight. Until know, I thought the pattern was that we were all in the Bannered Mare one evening, several weeks back, but I don't remember you there. There must be some reason we were all brought here... but what was it?
 
Drapor noticed something diffrent about galten. He knew something was up, but he acted normal none the less "Avi, Im thinking it could be a weapon were after" Drapor said "What do you think?" he asked the group
 
Seraphina looked at Avi, "How are we supposed to have information when the person who brought us here isn't here to explain why we are here?" Seraphina then looked at Drapor with a frown, "Let me get this striaght. You think we were all brought here to find a certain weapon?"
 
Salthar frowned. "It would have to be a weapon of extraordinary power" he answered his fellow vampire. "Or perhaps a spell book or some interesting jewel or piece of history" Salthar immediately knew he would search for said artifact/weapon/knowledge/or spell. Sorcerers, especially vampire sorcerers were always after more power. And if the others happened to get in his way...
 
Seraphina grabbed a turned over chair and sat down at the table with the rest of them. "Power. Thats all I basiclly hear about these days," she muttered not really expecting anyone to reply to that.
 
Indicum heard the mutter and thought it was interesting. A weapon powerful enoight to reach out to someone you feared sounded like a glorius prize. "Now, then if we shall be going on an adventure I will need my proper gear," Indicum annouced wiggling his Orcish axe and shrugging his shoulders to draw attention to his leather armor, "I for one do not feel like dying. But since I can't leave wake me when we depart I hate so think of my men waiting so long." Also I want to get more skooma, but that he kept to himself."I bid you good night, amd thank you m'lady for showing up when you did now I have something to help me get to sleep." He moved behind the bar and collapsed. He didn't care if they couldn't ignore his noises. God, maybe he should pay off his bounties. I am a theives guild member, Indicum giggled, technically.
 
Seraphina glanced at the Imperial, "Help you go to sleep?!" She shook her head wishing didn't follow the letter, "How do we know for a fact that is why we were brought here?" Seraphina looked around her, "Do you see the person who sent the letters to confirm this? No, so what if this isn't why we were brought here what then?"
 
What are your thoughts, then?" Asked Salthar, genuinely curious. She seemed to be a clever woman, and Salthar decided to keep a good eye on her. A woman like her, that seemed to have a little skill with magic, and more than a little skill with her mind. He wondered whether to kill her, or try to draw her to his side. He decided to wait and see ...after all, it would be a shame to waste that much talent.
 
"My thoughts?" Seraphina asked. "It could be a quest. Yet if it were just about this weapon then the person would have just invited the two that knew about it," she shrugged, "or it could be a test. That is just my thoughts. Not actually facts."
 
Indicum lay there, eyes wide open. He listened to the conversation, the cold calm voice of Lord Doomy of the Doomswamps and the wood elf woman's singsong tone. He took in every word mentally picturing their faces as the spoke. She had as much an idea as the rest of us, Indicum thought spotting a small sack of gold. "Oh yeah come to papa," Indicum hoped it sounded like a man speaking his his sleep and that the coins sounded like a belt buckle. He could sense a shiver of revulsion from the woman. Good, Indicum thought, better to be thought of as a fool. Indicum soon was laughing as he took his last dose of skooma, profit already.
 
Drapor was getting drowsy and ordered a room for the night. "Hmm, what is this all about" he said as he drifted to sleep.
 
Salthar heard the bandit leader talking to himself. Whether the man was really sleeping or not, he couldn't tell. Then he heard something like a belt being unbuckled. Sneering in disgust, he turned back to the wood elf woman "A test?" Salthar wondered who would have the audacity to test his skills, when he found out, they would be corpses. The vampiric Altmers' tone told everyone in the room as much.
 
"Even if it is a test, where do we start? We have no clues to why we were here other than that letter. This brainstorming is getting us nowhere!" Galten was getting tired of sitting around. His blood lust was also making him grouchy. "Let's do something productive!"
 
Salthar stared at the DawnGuard. Usually his type was quiet and restrained except when facing vampires. But now...something was different about him. "Are you alright, Galten? You've gone pale.." Salthar began to have his suspicions about the man. He smiled. It was not a pleasant smile.

"What we should do, is wait until we can gather more information. Question people coming in here, especially mages...running around will get us nowhere" Salthar said, then glanced outside, to where the sun trying to pierce the clouds...and failing miserably. "I suggest we all get a little rest. You're probably weary from your long trip" With that statement, he rose, and headed to a room, closing the door. He removed his robe, and the grey tunic below it, and finally his boots. He placed his sword leaning against the headboard of the bed, and draped his clothing over a chair inside the room. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes, thinking of his wife in Falkreath.
 
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