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Armiena swirls her glass of wine, watching it settle. "Not necessary to beat him. If you haven't figured out, I'm carrying a powerful truth potion. Though... I'm not above bloodying my fists on scum such as this. But... we have a few hours to rest"

 

She walks over to Obie, and smirks at his comment. "Yeah, but they seem to be more focused on following 'Lord Vivec's Divine Mandates' than protecting us and stopping brawls."

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Aeden walks into the bar, removes her helm, and shakes the rain from her cloak. "Miserable weather, " she mutters walking up to the barkeep.

 

Passing over some money to him, she orders ale, bread and cheese. Looking around at the scattered tables, unconscious bodies and broken chairs, she says aloud, " Damn. It looks like I missed another party.... What the hell happened here?"

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She looks over to the gentleman washing blood off of himself and smiles.

 

"Hello, friend. My name is Aeden and if you ever need a guide to through the hinderlands of Vvarvenfell, I'm your woman. Now, why don't I buy you a drink and you can tell me what happened here."

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