(Dusts the cobwebs off...) Name: Nushmeeko Sex: Male Age: ??? Race: Argonian The burly, blue hued argonian walks through the messy tavern with care, but still seems to knock into everything around him. Being an illegal slave to a noble in Wayrest since being a hatchling, he had learned to use his size as a deterrant rather than a weapon, and not to be sharp tongued. He politely waits for the young bartender to finish talking to the disinterested wench, and then asks for a local spiced wine. Suddenly an absolutely belligerent imperial bursts through the door behind the argonian's back. After hearing him mutter something incoherent, Nushmeeko paralyzes the dimwitted bartender who had impulsively reached for his crossbow. "What are you doing here Imperial? Seems you've had enough to drink already. Besides, these dovahkiin are violent to say the least..." The weak paralysis spell wears off of Gaius, who embarrassingly walks back behind the bar to clean up a tankard spilled in the bluster. Gaius spitefully mutters, "It's not like you're necessarily welcome here, lizard." "Ha! My first visit to Skyrim and it's so true what they say of the locals! Do I actually have to have the soul of a dovah to get a drink around here? Or just be manish?"