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"dear fellow traveler, i am but a humble traveler myself, i am going to Burma, to visit some old friends." the Gray Fox says with a smile, ", but i believe i know you from somewhere, have we meet before?" she tilts her head as to look innosent

The Gray fox just looked at him and sighed "well i know you just broke the first rule of the Thieves Guild, don't talk about it in the open, but yes, i am, from the Guild, that is why i have to go see some old friends, i have some hot items that need to be sold." she crosses her own arms and says "will you join my on my quest, or are you just going to get in my way."

"Oh, um..yea..." he watched the girl run away in terror and pretended to slap her a**, He ranto catch up and stepped inside. He looked the barkeep straight in the eye and said "Give me it....". "What?" the barkeep replyed. "GIVE. ME. SOME. BOOZE. AND. A. CARROT." He said louder. He grabbed a potato and sliced it in half in front of him. He then put it back to gether with a simple twist. "Reverse blade cut. Cut it with out damageing the nerves at all and it can be put back together without any need for muscle....Im the only one in the world whos mastered it fully." he smiled at his friend and clasped his shoulder and drank up with a cheer to him. "To you my friend!".

"Aye, I know..." he let out a sigh and finished " The blades have scattered killing the remaining Deadra and Brotherhoods. Meanwhile im here not able to do anything but fight. I was never too bright but give me a weapon and i can fight. If you ever do something that you need help with that involves killing give me a message..." he looked at the barmaid and whispered something in her ear that made her blush. He bent down and whispered "So long for now my friend. Ill be here for today and tonight if you need me." he laughed slightly and guided the barmaid up the stairs smacking her a** half way up and nibbling on her neck. Her s**t had indents in it already. "We got a live one!" he laughed happily.

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TEE-HEE

Caelan sighed. 'Well, I guess you can't help the lech, eh barman...' He gasped as the barman cast a spell of Conjuration and donned a full set of Mythic Dawn Daedric Armor. 'So, you're back...' He drew his sword, Quel'Daran the Daedra Slayer, which he made specifically to kill Daedra and their worshipers. He slashed once and the barkeep was gone, in a puff of sulfuric smoke. 'Well, this could be bad... AKINO! Get down here!' He yelled for his friend.

Henreich bowed and beckoned for 'Alma' to come along. 'I'm Henreich Bow-Slayer, but most of everyone calls me Hen, on account of the chickens I raise. What brings you to Bruma, recruiter?'

Caelan looked at his new opponent. The Khajiit stood with an air of a veteran fighter. 'Stand down, Fighter. I'm the Champion of Cyrodiil. The Barman here was a fake, and tried to attack me. He was a rogue Mythic Dawn agent.' He put away Quel'Daran. 'What's your name, lady Khajiit?' He bowed and introduced himself. 'I am Caelan, Champion of Cyrodiil. In a short while, my friend, Akino, will be here.'

Henreich followed along. 'Well, if that's all you'll say about it, then...' He trailed off as a new scent filled the air. 'Wait a minute... That's... Get down! Daedra are coming!' He ducked as a fireball flew over his head, and found a felled tree to take cover near.

'Well, it seems you've a bad time to get back here. And your friend... Coming with us? I'd hope not, I can make enough of a drink to knock even you out for a few hours.' He nodded towards the Khajiit. 'What's your name, Fighter?'

Aylina Kirk had been making her way down a small path that acted as an outlet to a clearing. As she walked, her long dress robes flapped quietly in the wind of her brisk pace. Her hair was long and fiery red with a slight purple hue to her tips. She was unmistakeably a female Breton.

As she continued on her way, she heard two voices ahead of her. Aylina, now cautious, slowed down to a stop. The voices were slightly muffled and she was unable to comprehend their words. Just in case, Aylina decided to send off a signal to alert or warn them of her presence. Strapped to her back was her Phoenix Staff. She reached a hand back to it as she closed her eyes, a bright red rune appearing on the top of her hand.

It was the symbol for fire.

Aylina swung her arm forward to shoot off two balls off fire. They were aimed slightly above the two figure's heads so as to not hurt them, but signify her presence.