"don't worry were not against you i'm a dragon rider i'm not from cyrodil and i'm not quite sure about the orc chief"

Makor comes to his senses and grips his head, "Aw, what happened, I think I drank too much."

"Ya' think?"

"go do your buisness i'm staying here the night unless any of you *looks over at makor* wanna go out for the night riding around markarth hold" *said Alexa finally not drunk any more "ugh my head hurts"

"That sounds like fun, handsome." She winks at him as she puts her bow away, looking back over to the other two.

"I, for one, am here to get away from the killing."

He looks at both Khajiit in confusion "Who are you, what is this place?" he looks around and sees bartenders and hears merry music. "Oh, the tavern." 

"hmm what you say makor you wanna go hunt or something then come back to the tavern and have some more drinks"

*I walk to a room I rented and then start talking to myself.*

She silently follows him, intent on listening to what he is saying with her feline hearing.

Veyd Sahvoz

"hmm what you say makor you wanna go hunt or something then come back to the tavern and have some more drinks"

"Hunting not really my thing." he still hitting his head to snap out of it.

Name: Sauriil Adorin

Race: Altmer

Gender: Male

Year of Birth: 1E 587

Age: 6,565 (90's in human years, and has been this age for over 3,000 years)

Class: Mage/Nerevarine

Dragon: Draalfahdrem

Sauriil walks into the tavern, looking for a particular person. 'Makor!'

*Alexa uses her telepathy to bring back Makors memory of what happened* " does that refresh your memory"

Makor gets startled as a bartender walks up to him and sits on his laps, he signals the bartender not to do so, but she didn't listen "What, Sauriil?"

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