Alenee B'Elen

[Peregrine]

The door to the tavern swings open. A tall woman steps through, a worn gray cloak pulled over her body against the heavy rain. Ignoring the half-conscious patrons collapsed in the doorway, she walks slowly to the bar. Pulling back the hood of her cloak, she whispers a few words to the bartender. In the dim light, even a careful observer can identify few details. She has long, dark hair, in significant contrast to her very light skin. Brown eyes scan the crowd, searching for threat or friend. She carries a wood longbow, slung across her back, and ready to use at any time. An aura of calm skill radiates from her, and the other patrons give her plenty of room.

The bartender reaches under the bar, and passes her a large glass of what appears to be some kind of beer. As she turns away from the bar, the cloak slips away, briefly revealing the woman beneath. She appears similar in features to the Nords, but with a subtle difference that few can describe. At over 6 feet tall, she stands above most of the taven's customers. She appears to be very light in weight, with almost none of it in the form of fat. Beneath the cloak she wears a battered and scarred light curiass, of a design unfamiliar to even the most experienced soldier in the crowd. Though it can't be seen directly, the cloak flows across what appears to be more of a set of light armor. Her armor is painted in the blue and gray style of House B'Elen, a Minor House known to most only in legends. Turning away, she pulls the cloak back into place. The move seems almost too quick, as if she has something to hide. Walking to the back of the room, she chooses a table with a clear view of the rest of the tavern. Glancing briefly at the surrounding area, she seems satisfied with something, and sits down. She pulls a book from a hidden pocket, and begins to read as she drinks. The whole time, she seems distracted, as if mere alcohol is not her purpose here.

[ObsidianKnight]

Titanius leaves his room, looking somewhat ill and shaken. He sees the newcomer, and offers her a clawed hand. He glances at it. "D***. The werewolf transformation doesn't always go so smoothly." He sticks his hands in his pockets, looking somewhat surprised. "I could swear I've seen you before.... but I can't remember where....."

[Peregrine]

Alenee looked up from her book at the newcomer. "I remember you, you're the one from the Arena last night. Not a bad fight there." "What," she continued in an amused tone, "suprised that I'm not disgusted by the sight of a werewolf? When you've been traveling as many years as I have, you'll get used to it." A suprising statement, as she appeared to be only in her early 20s. "So what brings you here to see an old traveler tonight. Do you have business for me, or do you only ask for a few stories to entertain you?"

[ObsidianKnight]

"Actually, I am. Sometimes I lose track of the moon's phases, and have to rent a room in about 2 seconds. I usually have to hide it." He glances around nervously, getting a sense of being watched. "And really, I haven't been traveling that long. If I had been, I would have known to stay out of Solsthein." His eyes lose focus, remembering a memory, and represses a shudder. "No, just conversation."

[Ragnor Stormcloud]

Outside they here a faint clippety-cloppety, clippety-cloppety of a horse running along the cobblestone road. They here some angry cries from someone on the road. After a few minutes a tall, barrel-chested Nord walks in dressed in a full suit of shining chainmail. He walks over to the bar and tells the bartender to get him some ale. He places a few gold pieces on the bar and walks over to an empty table and sits down. He quietly sips his ale as he surveys the drunk patrons, some even asleep with there heads on the table. He catches sight of a pawed hand slipping into a cloak of someone in the corner.

[ObsidianKnight]

Titanius continues. "That fight in the Arena... that was amazing. What kind of....." he searches for an appropriate word "...weapon is that?"

[Peregrine]

"An old secret," Alenee replied, leaning closer, "lost to Morrowind for thousands of years. My former homeland......" her voice shifts slightly for a second, almost an expression of regret and pain, "far to the west, kept the ancient arts. Its a shadow weapon, an extention of its owners soul and mind." She takes a long drink from her glass. "Its a nice little suprise against an unsuspecting opponent....." Her voice drops off and a look of suprise briefly shows on her face. "I fear you may be about to get a little demonstration," she whispered, dropping the bow to her side.

[ObsidianKnight]

Titanius's hand drifts slowly, almost casually, to the dagger on his thigh. He peers into Alenee's eyes, staring at the reflection in her eyes. He pales nervously, and whispers softly, "oh no..... A werewolf hunter? Or worse?" Looking at the reflection of a set of obviously silver armor and a slightly unsheathed broadsword. His other hand wanders toward his sword.

[Ragnor Stormcloud]

The Nord notices the slight movement of two figures in the corner. He notices that his broadsword strapped on his back had slipped out it's scabbard slightly. He quickly replaces it to it's rightful place. He raises his mug as a sign he means no harm.