Michael
His head hits the side of the inn with a heavy thunk. This was the third time he'd been kicked out of the Dead Man's Drink that week, and he's tired of it. Can't a man drink in peace? It's not his fault people keep bothering him. It's not his fault he's trying to slow his mind down, and the whole world insists on being a whirlwind. He slides down the wall to sit on the patio floor with a sigh. He'll have to try harder not to get in trouble; he can't keep getting kicked out.
Jacob
**It was only a few moments later that a shadow of a woman loomed over J'kir. She wore furs and a hood bearing the resemblance of a cave bear, with leather gloves where the knuckles curled down into claw-like points. The upper portion of her face was painted red, as were what was visible of her arm under the gloves, and tattoos littered her limbs. Needless to say, she was practically a mini-giant.**

"J'kir, I take it?"
Michael
He froze as the woman loomed over him. He's a very small man in relatively simple clothing. Being barely over five feet and chubby, he doesn't cut a particularly intimidating figure. He looks up at the woman as his fur stands on end.

His vision blurs and his voice slurs slightly as he speaks, "Y-yes. What can this one do for you?"
Jacob
**She had her arms crossed, staring right down at him.**

"Seems you've got some issues with the owners at this fine establishment. Multiple... I've come to resolve them."
Michael
He slowly stands up, using the wall to support himself. He avoids eye contact with the woman.

"It is not J'kir's fault people keep bothering him as he tries to drink. He is not a troublemaker," He says.
Jacob
"Right. Customers get thrown out into the street for not being trouble makers."

**Somehow, she looked even larger standing up... Several heads taller than J'kir, as a hulking six foot eight of a woman.**

"I'm not here to debate. I'm here to resolve this... Either through tongue or fist."
Michael
He swallowed thickly, looking up at the giant of a woman. He thought of what to do, but his slowed mind couldn't think of something in time.

He babbled, trying to explain himself, "This one only gets kicked out for drinking too much. They do not like khajiit, talk about him behind his back. They laugh at J'kir, call him mad. Like this one does not know he is kissed by Sheggorath."
Jacob
**She raises a brow. **

"Why do they call you mad, then?"
Michael
"This one hears the Spirits! Sometimes they are just his mind playing tricks, but others are real, J'kir knows it. He drinks to slow his mind and make the noise quiet down. It makes him feel better. But they do not like when J'kir feels better," He gestures wildly and animatedly as he speaks, ending with stomping his foot, "J'kir should be used to it; even mother and father did not like him."
Jacob
**Felbjorn shakes her head.**

"Look, I traveled by carriage for hours to get here. And I was paid to resolve a dispute. I intend to resolve the dispute. Now stop your pity party and tell me how you're going to make up for it, or else I'll have to bruise you."
Michael
"Do you not hear? This one did nothing wrong! He simply drinks too much, and the yelling is only because they talk about J'kir first! They laugh laugh laugh and snipe and jeer at this one for doing nothing," He's starting to get flustered, of course this woman doesn't believe him, but at least she could listen.
Jacob
**The giant woman sighs, looking at J'kir. She didn't really want to cause a scene, yet here they were.**

"Lets just get you home and talk there. You have a home nearby?"
Michael
He shakes his head, "J'kir is a traveler. He will most likely spend the night in the woods. He would have spent the night at Dead Man's Drink, but they have kicked him out for the night."
Jacob
**She sighs harshly from her nostrils, flaring. Of course this stranger had to make things difficult. She'd prefer a straight up brawl to this... She quietly curses her clients. Way to make her kick a man while they're down.**

"Listen, I'm not here to take sides. I'm here to do what I'm paid to do. So that means you make up for what you did, or I beat you. Or, skip town and ride back to Whiterun with me where you can figure it out from there. Either way, I need you out of their hair here."
Michael
He tilts his head, questioning. She's probably thinking lowly of him, like a beggar begging for coin on the street.

"You are offering a ride to Whiterun? What is the catch here? What do you want from J'kir?"
Jacob
"There is no catch. I'm not offering you a ride out of the goodness of my heart; I was hired to get you out of the owner's hair for a bit, and well, that'd do it."

**Felbjorn was lying a bit... It was an option she hoped the stranger chose. The alternative of beating him or making him humiliate himself didn't sound quite as appealing to her.**
Michael
He was surprised. Most people expected something of him when they provided him a service, and he knew people didn't like him.

He mulled it over for a moment before he said, "This one will accept a ride to Whiterun. He has been meaning to leave Falkreath for a while; he just... Has not had the energy to get going."
Jacob
**She gives a brief nod.**

"Then we'll head out to where you keep your things and take a carriage. I was already paid in advance so no need to stick around."

**The towering woman places a hand behind J'kir's back. Whether he would change his mind or not didn't matter; she's determined that this was what they were doing now.**
Michael
He jumped at the towering woman's touch and quickly moved out of her grasp. He picked up a satchel that was laying next to where he was sitting and slung it over his shoulder.

He gestured at the pack as he said, "This is all this one has. No need to go anywhere else."
Jacob
"You travel light. Fine."

**The two proceeded to the front of town, where the carriage was still waiting for Felbjorn to finish her business. The rider was paid for the extra passenger back and the two were hoisting themselves onto the back of the vehicle**
Michael
J'kir scrambled his way up into the cart, his short stature making it a bit more difficult for him than most. He promptly opened his satchel and pulled out a book.

He looked at the woman and asked, "Do you read?"
Jacob
**She gives the wood a couple knocks to let the driver know they were ready. The horses huff and begin to trot, pulling them along.**

"Sometimes. Why?"
Michael
"This one has a few extra tomes if you would like to read during the trip. He finds that they help quiet the mind," He said.

He crossed his ankle over his knee and pulled a few more books out of his pack.
Jacob
**She kicks a boot up to her knee as they drove off, prying the thing off, letting the boot fall down into the cart. She pulls the gloves off next and begins to massage her foot.**

"Have at it. I'll keep an ear and eye listening for dangers in the woods."
Michael
"This one thought he should offer," He said. 

He put the books back into his bag and opens his current reading material.
Jacob
**There was silence for a bit of time. Finally, Felbjorn spoke up.**

"You said you talk to spirits. You mean things like, Spriggans? Woodland creatures?"
Michael
J'kir looked up from his book and marked his page before closing it. He shook his head.

"No, no. *The* Spirits. This one thinks your people call them Aedra and Daedra, yes? Azurah and Sheggorath and Khenarthi."
Jacob
"I... See..."

**She pauses rubbing a moment before continuing, trying to grasp what the khajiit is implying.**

"So... The Divines speak to you? As in, in dreams? Like that Jarl in Morthal?"
Michael
He shook his head once again.

"Not in dreams, no. They speak to this one in his head, make it too loud and fast. That is why J'kir drinks to slow them."