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Dar'Saie smiled. "Dar'Saie, master theif at your service." he said. "please, tell me more."
Having secured a room for the night and the promise of ale for his table, the Redguard chose a lone seat in the corner, deeper in the shadows than the rest, that he might avoid the uneasy gaze and unwanted attention of others, and to better observe the other patrons.
Thanking the tavern girl who brought him his ale, he leaned back in his chair and took a swig. The bright eyes under his hood reflected the glimmer of firelight where his dull and battered armour did not, as he scanned the room, searching for other unusual individuals such as himself who might mark the promise of an adventure, but for the moment he only saw drunken and surly Nords, muttering to one another or already dead-eyed and deep in their cups. The lone Dunmer woman looked to be a bard, but he found it strange she would choose to ply her trade here, where so many of her kind were reviled and despised.
"The courtesy of the City of Kings is somewhat lessened of late," he remarked to himself, not entirely in his head.