WhiterunCannibal
Posts : 8 Join date : 2014-10-28 Age : 28 Location : Irland
| Subject: 12 frost fall 2920, Dwynnen, High rock. Thu Oct 30, 2014 7:36 pm | |
| 12 frost fall 2920, Dwynnen, High rock
For a Middas evening, the Last loved porcupine tavern was wildly crowded. A roaring fire in the pit in the centre of the room cast an almost sinister glow on all the regulars, and made the abundance of bodies look like a punishment tapestry inspired by the Arcturian Heresies. Cassyr took his usual place with his cousin and ordered a flagon of ale. "Have you been to see the Baron?" asked Palyth.
"Yes, he may have work for me in the palace of Urvaius," said cassyr proudly. "But more than that I can't say. You understand, secrets of state and all that. Why are there so many damned people here tonight?"
"A shipload of Dark Elves just came in to the harbor. They've come from the war. I was just waiting until you got here to introduce you as another veteran" Palyth said.
Cassyr blushed, but regained his compsure enough to ask: "What are they doing here? Has there been a truce?" "I don't know the full story," said Palyth, "but apparently the Emperor and Vive c are in negotiations again. These fellas here have investments they were keen to check on, and they figured things on the bay were quite enough. But the only was we can get the full story is to talk to the chaps"
With that, Palyth gripped his cousins arm and pulled him to the other side of the bar so suddenly, Cassyr would not have had to struggle violently to resist. The Dunmer travelers were spread out across four of the tables, laughing with the locals. They were largely amiable young men, well dressed, befitting merchants, animated in gesture made more extravagant by liquor. "Excuse me," said Palyth, intruding on the conversation. "My shy cousin Cassyr was in the war as well, fighting for the living godm Vivec"
"The only Cassyr I ever heard of," said one of the Dunmer drunkenly with a wide, friendly smile, shaking Cassyrs free hand. "Was a Cassyr Whitely, who Vivec said was the worst spy in history. We lost Ald Marak diw to his bungling intelligence work. For your sake, friend, I hope the two of you were never confused."
Cassyr smiled and listened as the lout told the story of his faliure with bountiful exaggerations wich caused the table to roar with laughter. Several eyes looked his way, but none of the locals sought to explain that the fool of the take was standing at attention. The eyes that stung the most were his cousins, the young man who had believed that he had returned to Dwynnen a great hero. At some point, certianly, the Baron would hear about it, his idiocy increasing manifold with each retelling.
With every fiber in his soul, Cassyr cursed the living god Vivec. | |
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