Jody
_Hadvira would roam a bit further around the market, looking for something. She places her hands on her hips as she sighs in dissapointment. She looks around and spots the cloaked individual again, walking towards the inn._

_she slowly follows and looks up at the sign_

"The winking skeever" _the sign says

_She tilted her head in surprise and confusion, before the inn, she was a bit hesitant to step inside, altough she was curious_
Harold
*Jenelle walks up to the bar and buys a bottle of BlackBriar Mead and some bread. Items in hand, she makes her way to the little alcove not that far from the bar. A nice hidden spot, tucked away from the other patrons. Also a good spot to scope out the crowd.

A stranger approaches her, the smell of mead strong on his breath. By the looks of his face, and the aura that surrounds him, he was up to no good.* "Hey there pretty little thing. What are you hiding under that cloak?"

*He reaches out and grabs one side of her cloak, trying to open it up. Janelle rips it from his hand and tucks it in close to her body. Her eyes narrow and begin to glow slightly, a sign she is angry.* "Back away now if you know what's good for you!"

*The drunk just laughs at her, stepping even closer, now hovering over her.* "Ah a feisty one! Come here my pet, let me take care of you."

*Janelle brings her foot up and slams it into the drunks chest, sending him flying into a table across the room. Standing, she pulls out her throwing daggers and makes her way to the drunk. He is picking himself off the floor, wiping spit from his mouth.* "You little bitch!"

*He begins to charge her, but she throws a dagger, hitting his shoulder. The drunk drops and grimaces in pain. Janelle yanks his head back by his hair, looks him dead in the eyes, hers now fully glowing.* "You are lucky I'm not a killer. Scum like you should be eradicated from this world! Rotting in Oblivion!"

*Then, she gives him a strong hook to the side of the face, causing some blood to splatter out. Afterwards, she rips the dagger out, turns, and leaves him on the floor. Once she returns to her seat, she watches as guards haul off the drunken bastard to the dungeon. Smiling as they pass her by.*
Jody
_just as Hadvira entered the inn, she saw something she did not expect. Out of nowhere she saw a man being launched through the place, against a table. Then she spotted the hooded individual again_

_she slowly walked to the bar while she was watching the entertainment she orderd an ale for herself. Once she received her drink the hooded individual suddenly sat next to her, Hadvira would slightly lean in_

"That was quite the display" _she said while sipping here ale_

"You seem like quite the fighter to me, where did you learn to do that?"
_she asked while crossing her arms_