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As Nicole relaxes a bit she follows Strings, and sits down and streches out. "Today has been a long day" she glances around carefully and inspects the weapon rack if she can find anything similar on the dragon attack site, but still keeping her smile up and looks at the Orc "Just curious, are you people also travelers, adventurers?" Nicole also observes the place a bit as far as the light in the dim cave allows her.


(Bokaza if you can, can you draw a map on where we are standing/sitting/ and how is the cave lay out currently?)

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(I'm sorry, but you asked for it)

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((Fuck, it's tunnel))


The orcs nods at Strings and sits down on one of the five stools, the nord woman follows, taking a stool from a large stack nearby the table and placing it next to the orc. Then, she sat and placed the bottle onto the table which conveniently already had mugs on it. The rest of the bandits take up positions around the cave (as shown above), watching the visitors and the tunnels. Now in torchlight, the nord woman appears to have strange color to her skin, somewhat chalky-greenish. The orc responds to Nicole, with a somewhat uncertain response, "We are... refugees. It doesn't matter what we are, only thing that matters is how you call us."



When Tamira took her seat, he continues, "Alright. Mind explaining why you've come to our lair. again? In detail this time."


Nicole

The armor and equipment seem to be the familiar mix of rusted imperial steel, iron and fur armor. Except, the ones at the racks are in noticably worse state than the stuff they are wearing.
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Strings places both of his hands on the table, tapping his claws against the wood rhythmically. "Well. I think for facades has come to a close. I am sure you've heard of the Companions of Jorrvaskar. Thats who we are. At least a small number of them. We were paid by the town to look for missing people. I assume that would the sacrifices, and we were to assume that you were their captors, and that we were to act as your executors so the town could continue their strange faith in peace. As the Dunmer said, I am Plucks-At-Strings, and as I said, she is Tamira. Up against the wall is Halla. The woman sitting next to me is Nicole Silver-Something."

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The orc quietly takes the bottle and fills one of the mugs, then takes a sip ((Is the mead spiced with the poison?)). "So, you are mercenaries? I don't think any people went missing due to the dragon. The time has not yet come." He looks over to the nord woman. She looks down solemnly in response, then goes to fill a mug. The orc looks back at them, "I am Ubag, this is Dura." He points at the others in a counter clockwise order, "These are Gwinas, Heimskar and Pellskin." He shrugs, "We are outlaws... under whatever falls is law around here."


Halla

On a first glance, they seem to have sufficient quantities of food here for a month. Sacks of grain, forest mushrooms, meat, wild by the look of it and a luxurious keg, one usually containing high quality wine or mead. Other basic supplies seem to be strawn around, as well as a few chests, contents, obviously unknown.


The 'refugee' she was looking at was a Bosmer, apparently named Gwinas. Brown hair, slim features. Light armor and furs, with no steel. His bow was rested one end to the floor, other under his palm. Bone, not wood. He was looking around and shortly glanced at her, then continued with his watchful guard.

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String nods his head as the Orc spoke, laying his palms flat against the table. "Then there wasn't anyone missing. My guess it we were just supposed to think you were lying about not having them hostage, and then send the all of you to meet Lady Namira." Strings scoots his seat back, giving him room to reach to his waist and grab the lute off his belt. He starts to idly tune it as he continued to speak. "Speaking of the Daedra, how did an Orsmer come to be the leader of a band of refugees in Skyrim? I would assume problems with faith would go both ways."

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Ubag looks at his mug deep in thought and takes a sip, "They took my wife from me. They thought I wouldn't know. They even let wild animals claw her for a week before telling me, in an attempt to hide it." He shook his head, "Everyone who wasn't into it thought the old hermit mad. But I spoke to him, I understood. Then we ran and sworn vengence. Here we are now, five years later."

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Ubag was talking to Strings when he was intrrupted by Halla, "No, the hermit..." he looks at her, "I wouldn't like that, no. Not until we are finished here. I'll let you go if you agree to have an escort. Gwinas can easily sneak around undetected."

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The orc just shrugged at the exchange and sipped his drink, then continued his story. "No 'man' specifically. The townsfolk, from Iverstad. They... kidnapped my wife... and sacrificed her it to the Dragon. I don't know what it did to her and why, but it seemed to have worked. The Dragon has never attacked the town, despite living so close to it."

He glanced at them, "Tell me, have you noticed something strange about the weather?"

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Strings leans back into his seat and crosses his arms over his chest, looking over what of the Orc showed over the table top up and down, "You seem oddly calm, considering the subject matter. Just... Casually say your wife was killed and tortured by some kind of dragon cult. In fact... You would think the Nords would be a bit more up in arms about it. After what happened with Alduin, tearing all of Skyrim apart with an army of dragons like the one killing your families. In fact..." Strings pauses mid-sentence, standing up as he pushed the chair away from the table, "This whole thing seems blown both over and under proportion. The Companions have an entire Guild with Skyrim's fiercest dragon hunters. Why not go to them? Instead you hole up in a cave right under the belly of the beast. But you do nothing about the town, or the dragon. You took a huge risk camping here when you could have made camp in a cave anywhere else near the town. In a better position to actually do damage to the town even. But no. You do neither, in sit on needlessly dangerous position, with no advantage to your cause."

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As Nicole notices the tense in the atmosphere in the cave, she starts to hold her sword sheathe even tighter in her grip, something is uneasy and wrong, she feels it in her gut, but still tries to be calm, and see how things play out.

i hope you dont blow big fire doing so, strings... oh boy, i feel like something is wrong..

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