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Irlave the imperial had been sitting in the Merchants inn reading one of the few books that he had decided to bring with him as entertainment. He was wearing all his leather armor except for his gloves, so that he could hold the book, and his helm. Since this was his first time out as an adventurer he had even made sure to wear his enchanted armor, even though he had only brought his mundane weapons.

He had gotten to the part in the story where Lifts-her-tale was about to clean the spear of her imperial master when he heard someone else mention Dasek Moor, and he glanced up to see a large nord in shining armor talking to a Guard Captain. With a sigh he shut The Lusty Argonian Maid and placed the book in his mostly empty pack.

The only other thing he had were a few weak potions to recover his magic and a poison which would drain strength in case he met a formidable opponent.

With a grin he stood and adjusted his weapons before striding over to the tall Nord and Quintillius, and gave them a friendly wave. "Hail! So you are the one who is recruiting adventurers for the raid on Masek Moor?" he said, both a greeting and a question.

Ugh.....only three?
The Imperial Guard Captain thought to himself as he simply nodded to each of them.
"This won't be easy, so don't go out and act like a bunch of idiot heroes, only one person's ever managed to act like a hero and live through it, and unfortunately he's disappeared. You'll all be heading to Dasek Moor, it's just south of Kvatch."
He handed the Bosmer woman a scroll, rolled up and tied by a small string.
"I marked the location on this map, good luck. Oh and if anyone else comes in asking to join up on your quest, let them, you'll need all the help you can get."
He shook his head in pity, as if he thought they would die, and only hoped they could at least cripple the marauder gang.


Athalos nodded as the Captain spoke to them all as if they were completely inexperienced fools. Looking around, the Nord could tell noone at the table, including himself, could cut down swatches of marauders too easily. He did hope though, that with the help of these adventurers, they had a strong chance against the outlaws.

His smile turned sour when he saw another Arena Combatant walk in with a sack full of hands, which he then dropped on the table. The little piece of Pond Scum who had just walked in was far above him in the ranks, and now that he thought about it so was the Nord. Whats worse was the fact that he was the only one who had anything less than the high quality armor at the table. If it weren't for the pretty little thing who had taken the map from the captain they probably would have viewed him as the weakest link in the group.

He would just have to move that much faster, strike that much harder, and be that much better to prove them wrong.

"Most of the camps in that area are being used by bandits, so I think it would be better to travel by road to the bend in the road just shy of the ruined Kvatch. From there it should be a simple matter to cut across the forest and sneak up on the raiders in Dasek Moor, and the walk there shouldn't take but an hour or two," he said as he pulled out his own map to show them what he was talking about.

Mora took the roll of paper that was handed to her, a ghost of a smile playing across her lips. An Arognian entered at that time, and her lips quickly turned down again. Not because he was lizard-folk, but because of the gruesome display the Argonian held in his hand. That looked like arena work to her, and Mora couldn't say that she approved of that sort of thing. Perfectly good warriors and heroes got injured for the pleasure of others. No, that did not sound right at all for someone in her line of work.

When Captain Quintilius exited the room, she turned toward the men who were already bickering about what they wanted to do. The Lizard man was especailly hostile, and for no apparent reason beyond old prejudice.
"Boys." She said firmly, looking the Argonian in the eye especially to be sure she had his attention. "We don't need to be doing this hostility thing now. I assure you, we will get more than our fair share of it when we raid Dasek Moor."

"And actually, I think you misunderstand our Imperial friend here. He is not judging the amount of time it will take to get there. I'm sure he doesn't believe Kvatch to be a two hour's walk. As for the camp we stay in, it matters not. If we really want to do even more work by clearing them out, of course. Or we could stay at Kvatch and take advantage of the protection those people could bring. Assuming that the raiders haven't attacked and killed them."

He bristled as the arrogant Argonian a** proceded to insult him and his entire race with a few harsh words and a derrogative nickname. "I was more concerened that the little lizards scales wouldn't be thick enough to stop a bandit's blade. I would hate to be loaded down by all the armor that you wont be buried with before we raided Dasek Moor," he immediately countered. Both his hands unconsciously came to rest on their weapons, his left going to dagger hilt while the right went to sword handle.

Thats when the girl stepped in to break up their fight and play the relationship counselor, which was almost all the good looking ones were good for he supposed. Well, counselor and entertainment anyways...

The Argonian made another undoubtedly witty comment in his own mind, so this time he merely clenched a fist and used a spell his father had taught to him when he had first begun learning about restoration magic. His father had called it 'Night Mothers Caress,' and it was more effective than most heal spells that anyone besides a dedicated healer usually learned.

He almost felt like his father was whole and healthy again when he used that spell... He shook that thought out of his head before glaring at the Argonian, "Some of use don't really need to use these spells as often as you do Argonian."