Beaker, a young tall, skinny, red scaled Argonian with a white rob and steel gauntlets and boots, walked into the loud and crowded inn. Beaker felt his heart speed up in his chest, as if it was trying to escape from his chest, and his lungs began tighten up, making his breath deeper and shallower. He hated going into places like this and wished he could just camp outside by himself, but he needed work so he could pay to join the college in Winterhold. The money his master Honni gave him was almost dried up and his skills as a healer weren't paying to well since the major cities had temple's who did it for free and in the smaller cities and villages he passed through people could only pay in food and supplies, not in the gold he needed.
So he was stuck facing his worst fear, social interaction. He took a deep breath and walked up to the bar. Once there he sat down and waited patiently waited for the bar tender, who just happen to be a very pretty Argonian woman with golden scales.
Finally Keerava finished serving her other guest before turning her attention to the incredibly stiff male argonian who looked barley old enough to have gone through his second molt.
"You Ok kid? You look like your ready to break like an egg." All Beaker did in response to Keerava's questioning was nod his head up and down very quickly before sliding a note towards her across the bar. Confused by this, she took the note and read it.
"Dear Inn Keeper of The Bee And Barb
My name is Beaker Sharpen Claw and I am sorry that I can't tell you this but I am unable to speak. I am looking for work and was told you could help find a quick job. Also can I please order an apple, a chunk of bread, and a pint of Black Briar Ale."
"Your from the Sharpen Claw Clan...?" Asked Keerava who was shocked to learn that this skinny kid was a member of one the most dangerous clans in the Black Swamp. But when she looked at his hands resting on her bar, she saw the long sharpened claws that were the hallmark of the clan.
"Oh... Of course, here is your apple, bread and ale." Keerava said quickly, not wanting to have her face removed by an enraged member of the Sharpen Claw. "And I will see if I can get you work as soon as possible."
And as Keerava hurried off to deal with other business, Beaker just chewed on his bread embarrassed by the way his fellow argonian behaved when she learned what clan he was a member off.
