Isabelle
**In-Her-Drinks had skipped out of work early today. Not many ships coming in at the moment. Though it only being mid-day didn't keep her from drinking a bottle of Village Red... And not quite in the sophsticated manner you'd expect... Straight from the bottle. She had just waddled from the Grey Quarter out into the open street, humming a song to herself, trying to keep from tripping off one of the uneven or loose stones that Windhelm sported.**

"Hm na ha hm, hmmm na ha hm, la de da do, la de da de~."
Leslee
*There was someone who was very obviously at least a guard. Probably a soldier. She was outside the New Gnisis Cornerclub, holding a greatsword. She had a sort of pinkish blond hair, and she had the physique of a nord, but her face looked a bit elven.*

"You're quite bold, arent you? Take's a lot to even get inside the walls, as an argonian. Wrong place to be as one too..."

*It wasn't authoritative, it was more like advice.*
Isabelle
**The Argonian glances around, as though looking for the source of the voice with a sniffle. She does a couple takes around before her drunken haze allowed her to detect the Nord. In-Her-Drinks hoists the bottle up, a bit of wine splooshing from the top of the bottle, pointing at her.**

"In-Her-Drinks is aware Argonians not banned from the city. She knows this." **The argonian takes a swig, swishing it about in her mouth before gulping loudly.** "Unwanted? Preferred to go away? Yes, In-Her-Drinks is aware of this. Barred? This is un-so."
Leslee
"Yes, that is the law. Hm. I'm just looking out for you. This is likely the most unwanted place you'll be in this city. The An-Xileel didn't really help the Saxhleel image in the eyes of the Dunmer. When my father wasn't complaining about the Empire, he was complaining about them."

*She was rather well educated. Odd. And a Dunmer? At least on her fathers side.*

"I'm going to follow you for your safety. I'm sworn to protect anyone who enters this city."
Isabelle
**In-Her-Drinks snorts with amusement. She starts to wander toward Candlehearth Hall, expecting the stranger to follow.**

"Protection? In-Her-Drinks feels very protected, living outside the walls in the blasting cold." **She takes a swig of her drink again, blindly hoisting it backward toward the Nord, shaking the bottle, offering her a drink. It was almost empty.**

"Dumner here have problems here, too. Hardship unites even the strangest peoples, no?"
Leslee
*She followed, sheathing her sword on her back.*

"I have spoken with the Jarl's advisor. He say's the war is more important. I doubt any equal treatment will come, though."

*She takes whats left of the bottle and down's it.*

"Very complicated situation. All of the "Skyrim is For the Nords" Rubbish is just riling people up."

*She was actively trying to sound sophisticated. Less vulgar than she usually would be.*
Isabelle
**She tsks.**

"War. Rebuilding. Security. There is always something more important."

**The large argonian waddles on the left side of the Hall, to the front entrances, where Silda usually kept warm. In-Her-Drinks approaches the brazier and holts her hands toward the flames.**

"Drinks do great for keeping her warm, but she knows its false heat." **In-Her-Drinks comments** "Do her a favor. Can you get In-Her-Drinks more Village Red? Then we talk more."
Leslee
*She walked over to Elda at the counter. The conversation went as follows.

"Why is that... In here?"
"It's complicated, just get me two Village Red."

She placed more than what the drinks were worth on the counter.

"Keep the extra, dont call the other guards. I dont want to explain why I'm doing this to them. Can you do that?"

She nodded reluctantly.

Dasil returned with the two bottles. One for each of them.*

"Satisfied?"

*She normally wouldn't spend such money on a stranger, but this argonian had enough character for her to do so.*
Isabelle
**She takes the bottle in two hands, cradling it and looking at the date. Figures. Hardly aged at all. But wine is wine.**

"Warmer in the open air than in here." **She comments, figuring the stranger would understand.** "You know In-Her-Drinks. What is your name?"

**In-Her-Drinks opens the door back into the icy cold, snow blaring in as the door opens. They quickly leave the warm interior behind, returning to the brazier, where the argonian uses a claw to pop the cork open and discards it to the snow, swigging.**
Leslee
"Dasil."

*The Sil was emphasized, like Da-Sil. She had follower her out. The cold was an afterthought to her.*

"If you wanted something other than mead, you should've gone to the Cornerclub. They sell that nice Indoril wine, from a winery just south of here. They're more welcoming than Candlehearth."

*She uncorked her own bottle with her teeth and spat it out.*

"But I've had to break up a fight in there once. Older man who was a child when mournhold was sacked. Despite being almost 200, old bastard still hates your people. Bar fights are easier to break up when they arent hurling fireballs. Damn near killed him. S'wit had it coming."

*She took a long sip of her wine. She was using Dunmer words even. Why was she pro-stormcloak?*
Isabelle
"You know more about the Dumner here than any other guard or soldier whose bothered."

**She scratches her neck, turning around to carelessly lean on the giant brazier. Despite her grey cloak being very flamable, the Argonian didn't quite care.**

"She wonders why you care enough about In-Her-Drinks to 'protect'. Surely Torbjorn would scandalize you for being with her."
Leslee
"Who else will?"

*She said flatly. She had a point. She wanted safety for everyone.*

"One thing that Bother's me about the Stormcloaks. We can change. I know so much about the Dunmer because I grew up on Solstheim. I left to become a Vigilant of Stendarr, now I'm here. The Empire never did my family any good after they fought for nothing in the war. Wasted thousands of lives."
Isabelle
"Fair enough." **She swigs the wine again, this time savoring the flavor a bit before giving a soft gulp, followed by a hiccup.**

"Quite a journey. In-Her-Drinks cannot say she has had the same luck."

**She takes another drink of wine... This time kicking it back for a big guzzle. Another hiccup.**
Leslee
"Well, don't leave me on a cliffhanger."

*She took her bottle and raised it above her head, swirling it while it was in her mouth. The vortex made all of the wine... Disappear. People were looking at the two of them. She either didn't realize or didn't care.*
Isabelle
**She shrugs.**

"Lets just shay, before she wash in Windhelm, In-Her-Drinksh was in Riften. And before that, Bravil. Before that, Morrowind... And ish no longer welcome in Black Marsh."

**The argonian began to slur her words some as she kept indulging in the wine. She chuckles as Dasil guzzles the wine.**

"You make In-Her-Drinkss remember that Nordss are not wine drinkersh."
Leslee
"I wasn't enjoying piss poor wine barely even 50 years old, i just wanted to get it down."

*She could handle her drink. It's why she was comfortable drinking on the job.*

"Bravil... There's a Khajiit... Say's he's from there, gets into the city sometimes to sell his trinkets. He's hairless... I don't know how he even survives up here. He looks very cold, usually. You say i had a journey, you've come quite far yourself. Geographically, anyway."
Isabelle
"Shuppose sho. But itsh not a noble one."

**In-Her-Drinks guzzles the wine some more. Despite accusing Dasil of not being a wine drinker, She had downed the wine soon after.**

"Cornerclub got better drinksh. I jusht like to come by and bother the Nordsh, honeshtly."