Lowell
*Within the New Gnisis Cornerclub, an armored figure was sitting at the bar drinking from a tankard. A suit of insectile chitin, the helmet of which was set aside, revealing his features- ashen gray skin, deep red eyes, black hair, pointed ears- as the unmistakable visage of a Dunmer. At the moment, he was drinking a bit of imported mazte, a cheap beer from Morrowind. He had finished a swig of the drink and sighed, nodding to the bartender.*

"Many thanks, friend. I am in dire need of this excursion, for only sorrows and anger wait at home."
Judy
*A nord entered. Odd attire... Like a Crusader... An old Knight of the Nine. She removed her helmet and sat at the bar. She had pinkish blonde hair. The bartender immediately gave her a cup of sujamma. She seemed to be a regular. She had the Stormcloak Bear on the back of her cloak... But a Red Diamond on her chest. A strange contradiction.*
Gregory
She was in the back leaning on a support post and was playing with a dagger in her hand. Just simply loitering around when she saw a Nord enter into the inn.

This was a Dunmer bar, and a nord was entering in? Strange.
Lowell
"Pleasure to see an outlander appreciating a taste of Morrowind. Your armor is very curious, I have to say. Do you fight in service to the Divines or something?"

*He looked curiously at the armor, up and down, studying it intently.*
Judy
"Outlander... Hmph. Father was a dunmer... Grew up on Solstheim. Mother was Skaal. I fight for skyrim. The Bear represents independence, not Ulfric."

*She dodged the question about the armor. But if Tharys was well read, it would be difficult to ignore what it was. The Whitestrake's armor. Chim-El Adabal on the chest, mace on the hip.*
Gregory
Neyna stopped playing her dagger. 

A Nord acting like a Dunmer? That's like a Altmer acting like a Nord, or a Bosmer acting like a Khajiit.

She had to hold her laughter.
A long smile grew on her face and she covered her mouth.