Open The Frozen Hearth Tavern and Inn

"Maybe the word of magic didn't reach my village when i was young or maybe i don't remember"
" I believe you might be right " " I have a question for you" "Can you destroy a magical connection between two individuals?"

Ysarth pondered the question deeply. He remembered something similar in Markath but could not recall the name of the person who was bound.
'I believe it can. Through either blood ritual or death to the individual to which you are bound, unless they are the undead. You would need a special amulet then that would capture the bound person's soul and imbue it with a blessing from a user of magic. Why do you ask such a question?'
He wondered if this khajit was not bound to someone he no longer liked.

Lyle considered trusting this elf. He knew if the elf helped villa could easily sense the use of magic in his mind. Chances are she already sensed the knowledge flowing in his mind. riiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnngggg , there is the signal for me to leave. ( The ring was mental) " I'm sorry my friend I must leave, I am needed elsewhere" Lyle now realizes that he may die tonight.

'Asfira thalot. Go well, my friend. May the heart and mind of the nature mother watch over you. Do remember, should you require a companion in battle, ask Farsil for 'the hand of white fur'.'
Ysarth smiled and raised his hand above his chest, palm facing outwards in a mark of farewell.

"Farewell " Lyle exits the room quickly not trying Villa's patience

Ysarth turned back to the warrior who sat across from him and had not said a word to the khajit the whole time.

{ I think he left bro}

Lyle walks around Winterhold Looking for a thief that no one will miss ( villa orders BLOOD). As Lyle searches he sees a dark figure in a corner looking very suspicious.

The man in the Glass armor nods, then leaves after the Khajit. "I think i heard my horse. I'll be right back!"


He stood in a dark corner, beckoning Lyle to get closer to him. When the cat was in range, the Knight's armored fist lashed out. Before the khajit could recover to feel his broken cheekbone, the Knight was gone, leaving a shard of malachite ore.

Then, he walked back into the inn, sat down across Ysarth, and acted like nothing happened.

Ysarth watched the warrior seat himself.
'It is strange. That khajit openly stated that his master is a vampire and a Dark Brotherhood member. That question of unbinding also raised a concern. Should we pursue the matter?'

"The assassin, yes. The Khajit, no. Someone has seen to the cat already." through the visor, he winked.

Lyle wakes from the frozen floor . touching his cheek realizing it is broken.
"The man who done this must have been armored, no human is that strong"
Lyle wanders back into his Master's cave.
He looks around "Villa!!"
no answer
Hmmmmmmm
"Maybe this means I'm free."
Lyle walks around winterhold looking for Ysarth, Whilst keeping his nose up for the familiar scent of glass.

Ysarth considered the warrior's gesture.
'I must head to the college and speak to a friend, but I shall return shortly, friend.'
He got up, put on his elven helmet and exited the tavern, hand resting on the pommel of his greatsword

Lyle continues to wander, noticing it's been quite hard to think since the punch. Lyle exits winterhold and stumbles around in the snow. " Why can't I comprehend my own thoughts!!!!!!!!!" Lyle slowly but surely climbs a tree and falls right back sleep.

The Knight decides to stay the night, ordering the innkeep to watch for the Watcher. (No pun intended.)

Lyle awakes on the snowy ground. upon awakening Lyle feels stronger than before. his headache disappears now replaced with re-vengeance. Lyle walks to Winterhold nose in the air sniffing for the scent of glass."I will exact my revenge on this 'Knight'"

Ysarth pushed open the door of the Frozen Hearth with his shoulder and preoccupied hand. He entered the tavern and re-rolled the note Ancano had handed to him. He removed his helmet and surveyed the room.

It was late and everything was quiet except for the crackling of fire, the occasional sound of footsteps, and the inn keeper. The entrance of the Frozen Hearth creaked open and a smooth brown furred Khajiit entered. Wearing the armor of the Blades with the exception of ebony gauntlets and a falmer helmet. Carrying a rather unique bow . "What brings you to The Frozen Hearth stranger?" asked the inn keeper. "I seek the warmth of a bed to comfort me from the harsh weather of Skyrim." replied the Khajiit."It's 10 septims for a day." "And how much for a drink?" questioned the Khajiit. "A drink is 5 septims" The Khajiit sighed and payed the rest of his money for a bed and drink then went and sat down to enjoy his drink in the corner of the inn......

The Glass Knight came down from the second story, put a hand on Ysarth's shoulder and walked to a table. "Sit down! Have a drink on me!" Glass motioned to the innkeep for a drink.

Nandil entered the inn. The warmth of the fire was very inviting, as the cold winter had reached Markarth just as Nandril had arrived. He walked up the the bartender. "The weather is very odd. It's as if the winter winds has followed me to this city from Winterhold!" The bartender said nothing. "...Ok then. I would like one cup of coffee, if you have any." The bartender gave him a odd look before she went to the back. Not surprising, as most travelers get beer or ale, not coffee. She came back and gave him his cup of coffee. "Thank you, here is your gold for your trouble. Oh, and I would like a room. 10 septims should do, if I remember correctly." He handed her 10 septims and found a table near the fireplace to set down and enjoy his coffee. "Wizards..." the bartender said quietly to herself.