Skingrad, Cyrodiil
Aragorn entered the city through the main gate. Skingrad had always been his most favorite city to visit. Something was always bound to happen. Of course, recently, most of those things that happen are bad. Still, no body wants to mess with a Ranger. His outfit and weapons gave him away. Pulling the hood down a little more over his head, he began walking towards the West Weald Inn. When he reached the courtyard out in front of the Inn, some of the crowd that had gathered parted to let him pass through, with the occasional googly eyed person making a sighing noise. He saw a Khajiit looking over a piece of paper, and a man with a sabre on his left side. 'Interesting.' He thought to himself, but was pulled out of his little trance when he heard a young kid begging for some gold. Aragorn turned, and walked over towards him, stopped in front of him, and crouched. He pulled down the mask that covers up his face. The child look at Aragorn with a sort of wonder. There was a ranger, standing right in front of him. Aragorn opened up his pouch on his left, side, and pulled out a small coin purse, that had twenty gold in it. "Here, kid, take it." He said, handing it to the young one. The kid was more surprised then anything, and when he looked up to say thanks, the Ranger had left. Aragorn took one last glance at the Khajiit woman in armor, and the man with the sabre as he pulled the mask back up over his face, and then turned, opening the door to the Inn, and walking inside.
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As he got inside, he was greeted almost immediately with a wave by the current Bartender, and owner of the Inn, Serana Jeranus. He pulled down the mask over his face, and grinned, calling out to her. "Serana! How have you been? No more thugs messing with you, I hope." He said with a chuckle. The woman behind the bar counter motioned to her assistant to take over, and she walked over to him, and gave him a big hug, which he returned. "Well, I haven't been gone that long." He said, grinning at her. The woman pulled back from him, a smile on her face. "It has been long enough. I have been good, by the way. How are you?" She asked him. Aragorn took a step back. "I've been good myself. That business with the Forsworn in Skyrim was nasty, though. Anyways, I heard we were having trouble back home, so I came back to take a quick look. So far I haven't seen much of anything, except a well armed man outside, and a Khajiit in armor. Anyways, I am famished. You wouldn't happen to have my special, would you?" He asked her. Serana grinned, and motioned for him to take a seat at a table. Aragorn took a mock bow, and then walked over, taking a seat, while Serana disappeared into the back room. Looking around the Inn, he noticed a male Dunmer, who he made awkward eye contact with. Aragorn broke it almost instantly, and then continued looking around. He noticed a short, but broad man in plate armor, but looked away when he heard noise coming from his right. Serana was back with his food, and a cold Ale. She set it down in front of him. "On the house." She said to him as he began to pull out some gold. Aragorn smiled, and said thanks, putting the bag of gold back in his pouch on his side. Then he began digging into the food, for as he said, he was famished.