Falin glanced around at the destroyed remains of the Draugr. "Well, that was interesting." She shook her head. "Come on, I think I see some tea in your future."

(that shout didn't happen, Strun)

(Oh right. I forgot. Just keep in mind I have a terrible memory, so I may slip. I'll just edit them. Remind me when I mess up.)

Sauriil chuckes, 'You know me well.'

They step outside, and Sauriil takes a deep breath, feeling the sun on his flesh. 'Travelling through a dungeon for a few days is tiring. Let us head back to Riften.'

Falin nodded. "I can agree with that plan."

They reach Riften. Sauriil sits down in front of the table and sets up some cloth. He places a few cups and fills his with tea. 'You follow the Green Pact, so . . . '

Sauriil pours a traditional Bosmeri drink. 'Come, come. Sit.'

Falin smiled. "I appreciate it." She sat across from him and sighed. "It feels nice to just relax once and awhile."

"What did Ko'Do'Kar miss?" asked KDK, yawning and walking in.

(aren't you KDK)

'I can't remember the last time . . . when Dovahthur returned. Speaking of that time, Mortha is here, visiting. I am planning on visiting her at the Bee and the Barb later. Do you wish to come with me?'

(To Yol: Mortha is just a minor character, she won't come along any adventures or anything.)

"I smell bad breath" la'zaar said.

Falin nodded and smiled. She rested her elbows on the table and leaned forward. "So, what kind of mischief has she been up to?"

'Breaking the arms of men fancying her.' Sauriil chuckled.

Falin laughed. "My kind of girl."

"This nord mead is strong as hell,,," la'zaar says, making a few of the nords chuckle at la'zaar's light weight body. la'zaar proceedes to drink 120 more mugs of nord mead. "din't expect that, doid ya' fuck-" la'zaar fainted from the mead, causing his face to get smeared on a sword of an adventurer.