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*You have been traveling for maybe a few months, without stop. You’ve been going for weeks as well without a stop, with sweat building up in-between the the curves of your armor, and your sword on your hip is feeling like 30 pounds extra heavier with your legs burning inside, as if ants were beginning to burrow into you. Your stomach as well is just as bad, not much needed to say there, the stuff you had ate recently could barely able count as edible. You need somewhere to stay, even for a day or two…**And, as if your ancestors were watching upon you, an Inn! One appears! Quite literally… but you don’t want to complain about it now, you just wish to get inside! The large lured you as you quickly made it in, and without much hesitation, you pay for a room for three days, and a quick meal, you’d rather get your hunger dealt with now than later.**You sit down at a table to the corner, your helmet coming off and next to your feet as you relax into the wood, and you can finally feel your fatigue start to disperse. And in time as well, as what you assume is a server at the Inn approach you from the corner of your eye. What you didn’t expect, was what they looked like.**The Argonian, unmistakably male if the chest said anything, but the skin was smooth rather than scaley, and the uniform the wore was so skimpy… it made your mind whirled in situation you quickly push away as he approached you, nervousness on his face, and something more in his eyes… Skooma addict perhaps?*
“H-hello! How may I help you…?” *He said, his hands shaking as he held out a paper in one hand and a writing tool in the other. Perhaps it wouldn’t kill you to be kind to him, maybe attempt to be friends with him. It’s your choice, however.*
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