Dante
He takes a swig from the bottle, he savors the taste, "That was... The best mead I've ever had." He says, surprised
Samantha
"The sharpness of the fruit compliments the honey pretty well. It is no Moon-Sugar Rum, but it is good," He says, taking another drink.
Dante
"Indeed," He says, taking another sip, "It gives a nice... Spice to the mead, as well as a slight pine taste."
Samantha
"Really? I have never been good at picking up flavors in alcohol. I tend to go for the sweetest option," He chuckles.
Dante
"It's the pretentious nobleman in me," He says with a chuckle, "Perhaps I'll have to try Moon-Sugar Rum at some point."
Samantha
"It is a delight, tastes like pure sugar and spices with a hint of leather. I only know that much since I have drank it so much," He gives an amused hum.
Dante
"A hint of... Leather, you say?" He says with a chuckle, "You make it sound so delicious."
Samantha
"I cannot tell if you are messing with me or not. The hint of leather just adds a refined palette to it, I think. It still tastes mostly like sugar and spice, however," He says.
Dante
He chuckles, "I just rarely hear 'leather' used to describe the taste." He says, "It's usually used for bourbons."
Samantha
"I do not drink much, I will be honest. I know little of how to describe alcohol. I'm more of a tea man, myself," He explains.
Dante
"That is fair." He says, "I usually drink wine, but this mead my change my opinion."
Samantha
He chuckles, "That good, eh? I guess we have found something to come back for."
Dante
"Indeed, here I thought I would be staying in Cyrodiil." He says with a laugh, "Perhaps Skyrim isn't all that bad."
Samantha
"Skyrim may be cold and brutal, and the Nords may be just like the land, but damn, they can make a good mead," He announces with a laugh, "But the Dwemer ruins are something to come back for as well. Cyrodiil has the ayleids, but they are more magically advanced rather than technologically."
Dante
"The Altmer already have similar magics to the Ayleids." He says, "But not even the Dunmer can mimic the complexity of the Dwemer machinations., despite their efforts."
Samantha
"The Altmer have something similar to the Welkynd and Varla stones, then? No wonder they won the Great War on the backs of their battlemages," He sighs, "The Dwemer are being deciphered, however. And we are part of that."
Dante
"I'm not familiar with the Great War, regretfully. I was trapped in a cave, as you know. I'm still surprised the Empire lost, it just seems unlikely." He says, "And indeed we are, perhaps we'll be written about."
Samantha
"Some say they only lost because of the Emperor's cowardice. I was barely born when it ended in 175, so I do not know much about the intricacies of it," He shrugs, "Oh, how I would love to be written about. I would like to leave an impact like that immensely."
Dante
"Whoever that Emperor is he's bringing shame to the Empire." He says, "To leave an impact worthy enough to be written about is something all scholars strive for." He says, taking a leaf of paper from his journal, "I just found this schematic, you might be interested in it." He slides the paper over to Dar'zaddha, it looks to be a normal Centurion, except it meant to be piloted in some form
Samantha
Dar'zaddha picks up the paper with wide, curious eyes. He rakes over the schematic with intense curiosity before setting it back down, "Now *That* Would be fun to play with. If you could mass produce them, I would think they would be able to withstand a good few Aldmeri battlemages."
Joseph
*The sound of muffled footsteps came through the walls of the tavern, and the door creaked open to reveal a weary figure. An older man with streaks of gray in his brown hair and braided beard, an ice-crusted ornate staff in one of his hands, and he was adorned in clothes reminiscent of both nobles and magicians- cooled shades of blue and white and lavender in a diamond pattern with a fur lining around the neck. However, he was marred by time, and his face bore both a leather patch over the left eye and a multitude of old cut and burn scars. He looked around the tavern with a stoic, blank expression before walking towards the tavernkeeper. Then, he spoke in a grizzled, worn-out sounding voice that one might expect from an elderly soldier, or a wise hermit.*

"Well met, kinsman. I'd like to purchase a room for the night, and a bottle of that famous juniper mead."
Kelly
Vilod nods, "That'll be 15 septims." He says, placing a bottle of the juniper berry mead on the bar
Dante
"Perhaps, although I doubt the effectiveness will outweigh the cost of production." He says, "Although I love to get a prototype working. I'm uncertain if I'm a talented enough mage to get the fine parts working, though."
Samantha
He waves a hand dismissively, "You do not need a mage to get the delicate parts working. You need the hands of an engineer, and I have those."