William
Night was settling in the world, but the peace that usually came with it was not there this time. Quiet forests was replaced with a chilly, howling wind that scraped Allister's skin and stuck in his red hair. Ally groaned irritably, his legs throbbing as he walked side by side with the black horse that drew the wagon - his hand placed gently on her neck as he guided her along the empty, white road - barely visible in the darkening storm. The wind grew stronger with each passing moment, sending sprays of cold snowflakes into Ally's face: his cheeks were red, his cloak was soaked, and he couldn't feel most of his body, the numbness spreading quickly. This was so idiotic of him; he came north in pursuit on a possible lead to "The cure" But so far his mission was met with feeble success and an intense feeling of regret and hatred for the cold weather. A small growl escaped his mouth and he tugged his cloak closer to his body, his amber eyes narrowing as another gush of white wind spat snowflakes on him. *Curse this f

The light seemed to be so far away - and it took forever - *No, it was forever* - until they stumbled up the path and reached the inns door, following the faint footsteps of people who'd fled there for shelter as well. It took only moments for Ally to strap up the wagon, put Vigilance and Blitz in the barn with some food, and then stomp up to the inn's door and push it open, letting out a gasp of relief as he entered the merry, warm atmosphere. The door slammed behind him shutting out the storm and he took a deep breath - momentarily breathing in the smells of his sanctuary. The smell of burning pines arose from the center of the inn, his ears filled with the sound of crackling and pops - off to the side he could smell pies, and soups, and breads - in the back he heard the merry music of a bard and could smell the aroma of sweat leaking off the bodies of dancing folks - although that particular scent was mostly clouded by the firewood, thank goodness. Ally took one sweeping glance around before slipping his way along the edges of the walls towards a secluded corner and sinking down into one of the seats, pulling his wet cloak off and throwing it over the edge of the chair to dry off, then unwrapping his cold purple hands from the soaked bandages, and running them through the tangles in his red hair - which had somehow remained unsoaked - and yawning. 

It took him a moment, but he eventually ordered a small thing of warm meat soup to swallow down. He raised the bowl to his lips, his hands trembling, and eagerly gulped down the salty broth and meat chunks before relaxing his shoulders and leaning back onto the chair, his amber eyes closing and he drowned out his surroundings - letting his body slowly warm back up and regain it's strength before he set off again. Mainly because he'd forgotten money to pay for a room. *Whoever had the stupid idea of going up north, shame on them, because this trip was turning out to be horrible.*
Marjorie
The doors of a side room were kicked open, echoing a loud thud throughout the main room of the inn. Davaras dragged a bloodied Dunmer from the room, a snarl present on his face. He dropped the man onto the ground harshly before reaching for the collar of the man's shirt, lifting him up effortlessly. "Are you ready to shut your mouth or do I need to shut it for you?" He growled to the man, watching the blood trickle from his nose. "Because I *Very* Much can." The Dunmer spat in Davaras' face with a snarl of his own in response. *Oh that's it!* Davaras threw the man back down on the ground, not acknowledging the scene he was causing. No one was going to intervene anyways, might as well show them what a mistake laughing at him is. Davaras punched the man, over and over, gritting his teeth as the pain intensified in his wrist. He stopped hitting once the bloodied man was unconscious. He gradually stood up, staring at the unconscious Dunmer that humiliated him moments before. Davaras glared downwards, wiping the blood from his mouth, *He needed a drink.* 

Gazes and whispers were traded among the people that resided in the main room as Davaras checked the man's coin purse. "N'chow." (Damn.) He took out twenty septims and let out an agitated sigh. "What a waste..." He groaned, the man's pockets werent even worth the trouble! He grabbed a seat at an empty, nearby table, scanning his surroundings. He didn't even have enough septims to get a room, let alone an actual meal! Though.. Maybe his luck was to turn around.
William
Ally's fingers gradually warmed up, the cold seeped out of his body and was replaced by warmth - although he still felt a tingle of cold, mainly because his clothes were still damp with snow - at least he could feel his hands again. The warmth quickly put the red-haired man in a better mood, though, and he ordered a small drink with the rest of the money he had, tucking the few - two, maybe three - septims he had back into his pocket. A worryingly low amount of money for most people, but he was just fine with brushing off the low amount of currency - there was more to be made, anyways, once he got out of this weather. For now he'd make his drink last so he could sit undisturbed in the inn longer, even the uncomfortable wooden chair was comfortable to him. He could... Just about take a small nap right here, listening to the soft murmur of voices, the strum of an instrument int he background... And the sweet smell of food. But it was only a second from when he was about to doze off into a light sleep that there was a *Boom*, the sound immediately jolting him up in his seat and successfully drawing his attention. His heart skipped a beat at the thunderous noise - but once he turned his head he grumbled in disappointment at the scene - not danger, just an idiot...

The peace was stripped from the inn, and all eyes were on the conflict - even the music had stopped and was replaced by the beating of flesh. Ally winced, his ears swivelling back at the loud voice before he rolled his eyes and tried to look away, however he couldn't help but sneak a peak from the edge of his vision - this was irritating, but better then watching nothing.

But Ally eventually found himself becoming more bored and irritated then shocked and gawking like others - he looked away and picked up his little glass of wine, pressing it against his lips as he half-heartedly listened too Dava - *Such an extravagant and noisy entrance.* No manners at all, couldn't he have just beat the poor sod in the room if he really wanted a fight? He didn't have to storm out and ruin Ally's little nap... *Hopefully this idiot had gotten his fill after that and would be quiet now that he won an "Amazing victory"; otherwise by the time Ally left he was probably going to have a head ache.*
Marjorie
His gaze lingered on the unconscious man he left just outside of the side room, what was he to do now? Twenty-five septims? That was scarcely anything! He scoffed as he determinately glanced around the room. A hefty nord that sat among the fire looked not only wasted but Davaras didn't want to test the nord triple his size.. He focused his gaze to an old Khajiit that sat by his lonesome... Eh.. His attire looked torn and the feline looked far more trouble than he was worth... The two young imperial women that chatted away at the bar counter looked well-off, surely they must've had some pricy valuables..? Davaras spotted a shiny, ruby ring on one of the imperials' fingers and he immediately perked up. Perhaps with a little swooning, he could charm his way with the ladies. Wait... He narrowed his gaze at the ring and it was a fake ring! The silver band wasn't genuinely silver! He scoffed, and leaned against his hand. What was with these people? Have they no riches to their names? 

He groaned as he switched his gaze to a lone man—an bosmer maybe? Davaras leaned forward in awe at the man's nice robes... And what a shiny necklace he wore tightly around his neck! Oh, he had hit the jackpot! That man was surely a noble! Davaras couldn't help the grin that had began to form on his face... Not too intimidating, and surely promising! Besides, the more he gazed at the man, the more he acknowledged how attractive the man was.. A well-dressed noble *And* One who happened to be *Handsome* As well? What luck! With a quick touch-up of his own appearance, he wiped any possible blood that stained his lips, adjusted his worn scarf around his neck, tousled his hair a bit more out of his face and he had to remember to smile!

Davaras approached the man who clearly was off in his own little world, and with only the grace a thief could have, he swiftly pulled a chair up to the table. "Mind if I sit with ya?" He asked, but without waiting for any answer, he sat down anyways.
William
He tried to drown the scent of blood that began to clog up his nose by taking another small sip of the wine glass - but even the fruity smell couldn't stop the overwhelming scent from filling Ally's nose - a problem he only seemed to have. He muttered to himself in annoyance, *Spoiled.* The inn didn't feel the same as before, there was a new tension in the air - even though everyone had tried to go back to their previous activities - he could still hear whispers and could see people glancing back and forth from Dava to the unconscious man. The bard returned to playing but Allister noticed the shaky notes and tune - it was no longer a soft merry strum. *Wouldn't someone pick him up? Ally didn't want to see a body in the corner while he was trying to relax.* 

Perhaps it was best just to ignore it and not feed anymore attention. He tried to relax again, zoning out and closing his eyes but pretty soon he was disturbed by a *Feeling*. The feeling of a stare - was someone looking at him? He tilted his head and glanced towards the crowd from the edge of his vision - catching a glimpse of movement before he heard a *Thump.* His heart sank and he immediately knew that he was in trouble. 

He knew who it was without even looking, they still carried the pungent scent of blood and sweat. He didn't look over, instead focused his gaze intently on his wine glass and rested his shoulders on the table - almost sinking away - to try and relay a message that,no,he indeed did not want to talk. And he did not want this man to sit next to him. Either he wasn't expressing this enough - or this man didn't pick up. Too late now, as he heard the scrape of a chair as Dava sat down next to him. 

Ally picked up his head, tilting it as he shot Dava a scorching amber glare. May the Gods give him strength to make it through this. 

**"I do mind - but it seems pointless to tell you thet now. You've already made yourself comfortable."** He scoffed haughtily, cocking a brow at the strange man.
Marjorie
"Oi, you're a peach this evening, aren't you? And here I thought nobles were supposed to have good manners." He mumbled sarcastically as he scooted the chair closer to the table, now leaning forward. "On another note, I don't think I've caught your name, sera." He gave him a sultry smirk, completely dismissing the glare he was receiving. He let out a small chuckle as he continued to gaze at the man in front of him. Something about the man's sour attitude was funny to him. His eyes trailed from his face downwards, stopping at the shiny, necklace that was wrapped around his neck. He stared, his ears nearly perking up as he gawked at all the shiny amulets he wore alongside the shiny necklace. If he had all those amulets, what other valuables and jewelry could he have? All the jewels and jewelry he must've had! He leaned to the side, trying to check if he had any satchels or side bags, but to any outsider, it must've looked as if he was checking the man out. *Which they wouldn't be entirely wrong..* He had eyes and the man in front of him was clearly something worth gawking at! "Are you here alone or...?" He trailed off, his gaze clearly focused on his amulets rather than his face.
William
*Noble?* Something about that word made him want to smirk and laugh - but he kept his stoic expression. Was this the only reason this man came up? Looking to turn a profit? Hey, if he wanted to make assumptions let him; Ally was too grumpy at this point to try and correct him. He looked away, grumbling something about 'no manners' under his breath, letting his amber glare wander the inn and rest on the cackling fireplace. Of course he was going to be the unlucky one to catch this man's attention - he wasn't sure if this was a good thing or bad, *Probably bad*. 

Ally felt uncomfortable as Dava's gaze ran down him - gritting his teeth to try and stop some bitter insult from escaping his mouth - he would've gotten up and left but he wasn't man enough to brave the cold just yet, and he felt that if he moved he would just follow him around. Plus, why did he already get the feeling that if he even tried to snap at him his words were going to get twisted? He made a point of not looking at Dava, but was *Very* Aware of where his eyes were wandering and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his neck. **"*Your eyes sure do like to wander.*"** He mumbled - his low, soothing voice rumbling from his throat - singed with irritation. **"Why do you need to know if I'm here elone, eh?"**
Marjorie
Oh and that accent! He couldn't help but laugh a little upon listening to this man's voice. He simply flashed a toothy grin and shrugged. "I dunno, figured to ask. But can you really blame me for looking? I mean, it's not every day I come across a noble, let alone a handsome one at that." His tone was flirtatious, overly-friendly and even a bit malice. His accent was thick and upon hearing it, sometimes you'd need to have a few more takes of what he had just said. He could sense the glare that was about to come his way but he couldn't have cared. It wasn't as if he was being rude—he was only being honest. An honest thief he was! "Is it so wrong of me to ask for your name?" He moved somewhat forward as if to get a better look at the man, and golly! He couldn't stop staring at what pretty amulets he had! Now those were real! If only those pretty clothes and jeweled amulets could make him a little less uptight.. A smile couldn't kill him. Sheesh, he must've grown up as a soldier or something, he seemed very tense. It obviously wasn't him that was making the man so uncomfortable! Well... *Maybe* He was being a *Tad bit* Forward... But has this man never heard of compliments before? It wasn't as if he called him a horker! "A smile wouldn't kill ya, you know?" He snickered, finally meeting the man's eyes, oh and how pretty those eyes were as well! The man was a bit more uptight than he would have liked but he definitely wasn't complaining about the attention he was receiving.
William
He focused his amber gaze on the fireplace, the embers reflecting in his eyes. 'sera'? He mulled it over in his mind, 'sera'? He had only just registered the strange word Dava had called him, a nickname? Ally simply decided to just shake the thought, whatever it meant it surely wasn't good and there was no use trying to decipher it. 

Anyways Dava was right, Ally snapped his vexatious glare back to him, surprise glinting in the edges of his eyes. He hadn't picked up everything he'd just said - but he did pick up 'handsome', he knew that for sure. Perhaps it was just him being overly suspicious but Dava was starting to come off as too friendly to say the least. That coupled with his odd question. **"Oh, aren't I just lucky. If it will get you to shut up my name's, uh, just *Elly*"** He straightened up, leaning back against the chair, his narrow gaze locked on Dava's now, **"I wouldn't be in such a bad mood if you hadn't been such a disruptive, idiot earlier. My poor, precious nap got interrupted because of all the *Noise* You were meking."** He huffed, scrunching his nose and glancing over at the unconscious body. He was still trying to get the stench out of his nose, but Dava being right next to him *Reeked* Of blood, even if he tried to wipe it off beforehand he could still smell it. Perhaps it was just Ally's superior senses tickling him again, *But he hated it*. **"Now that I've given up my name, what's the name of the person who I so *Greciously* Enjoy the company of?"**
Marjorie
"Elly..?" He muttered the name a few times but it still sounded wrong to him. "Do you mean *Ally?"* He cocked his head to the side in puzzlement. The man pronounced his a's oddly. Was he a foreigner as well? Dava couldn't really say much either, he supposed his accent must've sounded odd to him too. Moving on, had he just been called an *Idiot?* "I wasn't being an *Idiot,* I was only teaching that asshole a lesson! If you heard how he humiliated me, you would've been mad too if it was you he was slandering!" He retorted, a snarl replacing his once smug grin. Okay, realistically, *Maybe he overreacted?* But it still was a deserved beating to that guy! His father would've killed anyone who even *Glanced* At him wrong! Consider that guy fortunate he didn't gut him! He lowered his head as he continued to think of Dunmer's words. It wasn't his fault he was born into the wrong family. And it wasn't his fault he still had to bear the armour! He scoffed, as least he wasn't wearing his armour now, lest the handsome man recognized the Camonna Tong uniform. "Well I *Sincerely* Apologize for interrupting your beauty sleep, my sedura. I'll be sure to remember how important your precious naps are when someone tries to harass and humiliate me." He cackled, sarcasm dripping from each word. He glanced to his twisted wrist and reached for a roll of bandages he had in his pocket. "Hm.. My name.. Well, what's the fun in telling you my name?" He met Ally's icy glare and dared to smirk. Besides, what thief hands out their name all willy-nilly? Though, he'd be interested in hearing the stranger say his name in that addicting accent of his. Dava began to snicker mischievously as his imagination tended to wander.
William
**"Didn't I just say that? *Elly*? Yeah, exactly, Elly."** Ally rested his elbow on the table and leaned over, rubbing the corner of his brow as though he was thinking - and boy he was - before he set his glass down with a little 'clink'. He was making his name sound weird! He was definitely a foreigner with that accent - not a dunmer born in Skyrim for sure. But that accent was starting to make Ally's head hurt the more he focused on it. He rolled his eyes and huffed in exasperation, I guess she had struck a nerve with how suddenly Dava's smugness melted into anger. **"Put it as you want; I still find it annoying. Et least I don't go eround announcing my fights for the whole world to hear."** He grumbled, patting his cloak to see if it had dried enough. As soon as it was he needed to head out, the sooner he reached his destination the sooner he could book it back down to Whiterun and maybe find somewhere to peacefully nap. Obviously he wasn't going to be able to with him blabbering away and to nap in this cold was unimaginable. He half-heartedly continued speaking, shuffling the cloak around to the still-damp parts could dry, **"But boy, I guess you sure did teach him a lesson. Poor lad still hasn't woken up from his nap. *But at least he'll have gotten some sleep.*"** 

He shot Dava a sideways glare - if he only realized how important it was that he DID get his beauty sleep. **"It doesn't metter, I'm not going to be around for your next big fight enyways so you won't have to worry about interrupting me. As soon as my cloaks warm, I'm leaving."** Ally gave Dava a sideways glance when he heard him snicker, his brows lowering slightly in concern and his eyes blazing in icy agitation when he smirked back at him. Perhaps he should be more careful with what he says, *Because who refused to tell someone their name and then snicker afterwards?* It was starting to become evident from his look that he was became suspicious after that.
Marjorie
"No, you're saying it wrong— it's Ally. It's your own name, how do you pronounce it wrong? It's with an A." He narrowed his eyes in confusion at Ally—what an odd name for an elf? Whatever, that wasn't relevant now. Dava rolled his eyes the more the man went on, criticizing him. Didn't he have anything better to do than complain? Nobles had all the riches and nice clothes in the world but you'd be under the impression they'd have good enough manners to shut up with the excessive complaining. He loved hearing him talk but not when he complained so much! "Oi, you complain a lot, sedura. You could use a drink if you're *This* Uptight over a little mishap and a few wrongly chosen words." He gave Ally a skeptical expression, a smug grin appearing on his lips yet again. His ears perked up with an idea as he leaned forward, clutching onto a roll of bandages. "Say, how about a drink? You look as if you could use one, so how about I buy, eh Sedura?" Davaras bit back the urge to do his mischievous giggle as this was the ticket to this man's trust! No one turns down a free drink! They'd be crazy not to! And a drink could turn into several drinks—and wouldn't you know it, you'd have a careless, drunk that wouldn't be the wiser when you choose to swindle him for his riches! "So whaddya say? I'll buy~?" He suggested with that sickening, sultry, suggestive tone of his. Boy, did he love those priceless glares. Ally could've simply ignored him but it's obvious the man's pride wouldn't let him from walking away nor choosing to ignore him. He'd be victorious even if Ally turned away from him! It was all a pride thing—a game even! And golly, did Davaras love playing games! Getting on his nerves was worth the looks and the petty, rude comments—it was fun teasing him.
William
Ally glared icily at Dava, his lip curling and teeth gritting. How much he wanted to snap at him, was he really going to argue with how his name was pronounced? For some reason that rubbed him the wrong way, and he let out a sharp, irritated growl. **"How do you know thet? It's my name. I'm saying it the *Exact* Wey it's meant to be said. With an A. E-L-L-Y."** He grumbled, crossing his arms. Why was he so persistent he was right? A smile crossed his face - one of pure exasperation like he was about to lose it. **"Don't lecture me on how to pronounce things with that *Eccent* Of yours. Why don't we just get your name out and I'll start telling you how to pronounce *Thet*."** He snapped his head away from Dava, refusing to acknowledge him for a second before once more returning to his stoic attitude. Why should he care if Dava pronounced his name wrong? It was just the *Arguing* That was setting Ally off. He sighed, letting out a quick, sharp breath to calm himself down but it didn't little to ease his racing heart. 

Didn't Dava have something better to do then bother him? He was frustrated now if he wasn't before just from the simple action of Dava trying to tell him how to pronounce his *Own* Name, he could forget about the snarky comments and smirks, and hey, even the handsome could be forgiven. He groaned, rolling his eyes and rubbing his forehead. **"Eh drink?"** He inquired - oh, he knew better then to accept something from a stranger like this. He curled his lip at Dava's tone, something just seemed off.

And perhaps Ally was stubborn, yes, and an alcoholic (Dava didn't need to know that *Yet*) - he knew better. The signs were there - and he'd be a liar if he said he hadn't gotten caught in this trick once or twice - first, not telling him his name, the strange questions, smug and friendly attitude? I mean he'd just watched this man beat someone up, *...Or was he just becoming over paranoid?* A drink... Did sound nice. This little wine cup was almost empty too, and he needed something to deal with this head ache Dava was giving him. **"Uptight? I'm merely stating my opinion; you're the one having all the fuss."** He mumbled, focusing his gaze on Dava. He briefly looked down at the roll of bandages as Dava leaned forward, before locking his gaze on Dava's. *Something has to be up - but...* **"Fine, if you want to buy a drink go ahead but don't expect me to throw any money in."**
Marjorie
Dava rolled his eyes, by Vivec, he was adamant.. "At least my accent makes sense. Yours doesn't make sense to me—I haven't heard anyone with an accent like yours!" He leaned back in his chair, shifting his attention towards his twisted wrist. It was bruised, twisted, swollen—was it broken?..It was probably fine. Nothing bandages can't fine-tune. He wrapped his wrist with some spare bandages he had on hand and after a moment, glanced up to Ally. "You're still wrong. And if that's how you pronounce your own name, I'd hate to imagine you pronouncing mine." He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. Ally—that definitely had an A in it. Was it childish to argue over whether or not pronunciation of his name was correct? Maybe, but was it worth it? Oh, most definitely. "Oh and you said *Accent* Wrong. Thought I'd be so kind and correct you. For future reference, of course." He closed his eyes after he replied so smoothly, he was content with himself. After all, he couldn't aggravate Ally too much now, he did promise him a drink. Can't have him walking off with all that jewelry either.. His gaze lingered once again on the set of amulets Ally was dawning. Focus! He snapped his eyes towards the nearest employee. He whistled to a woman who happened to be sweeping nearby, and all he requested was alto-wine—the thought of asking Ally for what he wanted didn't cross his mind. A drink was a drink, he could suck it up. He finished wrapping his wrist up in the pathetic excuse for bandages. It was a sloppy job, but it'll do. Davaras groaned immediately once Ally brought up how *He* Was the one creating a fuss! "Oh yes, because I'm the fancy, prissy noble who can't do anything but complain! Forgive me, Sedura, I completely mistook your excessive *Opinions* As complaining." He glanced back to the woman who was approaching them with the wine bottle in hand. He thanked her, giving her the bloodied coin purse of the Dunmer he'd beaten to a pulp previously. "Here's your drink."
William
Ally squinted, curling his lip and rolling his eyes; his brain was going to malfunction and it was slowly dawning on him that there was *No point*. To him, his accent made perfect sense, his father sounded just like him. 'Elly, 'ere er you?' 'Elly, get off your ess', 'Elly this' 'Elly thet', his father's accent was even more dramatic then his - A's were almost completely cut out, for some reason. He assumed it was just the breton's accent, their own special way of speaking tamraleic ~~i know I butchered that~~ or maybe it was just his father. **"Have you ever spoken to e Breton? My father has the same eccent, *It makes perfect sense.*"** He huffed, his ears swivelling flat-back against the sides of his head in annoyance. He sure was a strange little Breton, in his appearance and accent. Ally grit his teeth, now Dava was correcting the way he said other things! This man was *Annoying*. **"Et least people can distinguish whet I'm saying; listening to you is giving me a head ache."** He shot back, his eyes cautiously drifting over to watch Dava. A spark of interest glittered in his eyes when he saw the pitiful bandages, his gaze immediately turning towards Dava's wrist. Was he going to heal it right here? He was still grumpy, but fell silent for a moment to watch Dava.
**
**

In an instant, he'd almost forgotten about their previous argument as he watched in *Pure horror* At whatever the f
Marjorie
"I don't even know what you're complaining about now! And my wrist is fine! It's just a little..." He tapped his wrist and winced, his ears lowering downwards as the pain intensified within his wrist. "It's... Fine. Just a little... Sprained?" He sounded uncertain but he shot Ally an uneasy stare and questioned; "Wait, what do you mean you can *Smell* It? And you better down that drink before I force you to fucking drink it myself." His previous confusion subsided as his ears lowered with further displeasure when Ally opted to deny the drink. Heck no was he about to refuse a drink he had already paid for! "Has it occurred to you that some people don't know how to use magic to heal wounds? Cut me some slack, I'm doing my best. Besides it's not... That *Serious?"* He glanced back the poorly bandaged wrist of his. At least he could still write poetry with his other hand, thank Vivec he was ambidextrous. He sighed, and puffed his lower lip out in a slight, childish pout. "Come on, I bought you a drink, because let's face it; *You need one.* The least you could do is drink it. And my wrist is all peachy keen, so you can stop worrying your high-and-mighty behind about it."
William
*It's just a little?* Just a little what? He crossed his arms and grit his teeth - he was an idiot. What was the logic behind this? All other past conflict was washed away - could he really just sit here and watch Dava do this to himself? If he was stupid enough to say his wrist was fine then maybe he deserved it. Suddenly he felt his frustration peak - oh, he was going to shove the bottle down his throat now, then? He gave Dava a stone-cold look. **"It looks broken to me."** He grumpily snapped, **"It should hurt if it was sprained but the way it's twisted it looks much more serious then a sprain. Plus, it smells like it might be infected or something. You should at least wash it out. You don't know what diseases that other person's blood - who you so graciously beat into a pulp - could contain, plus we're in an inn. It just takes some basic knowledge to understand that."** He snorted, pointing to the wrist. His eyes narrowed, glittering with ice before he stood up and grabbed his cloak with one hand and then took the little cup of wine he had and swallowed the rest of that. **"You don't need magic to practice basic medical skills. Anyways, perhaps I should just leave. Being threatened to drink isn't the particular mood unto which I like to drink with people; so I hope you enjoy drinking elone."**
Marjorie
Was he seriously about to leave? Over a stupid, sprained injury that wasn't even his own? Did it even matter if it was broken? He rolled his eyes through Ally's boring, *I-know-better-than-you lecture.* Did it really even matter if it was broken—he could always wait it out and it'll fix on its own right? But goddammit it, Ally was about to walk out and over such a silly, and pointless injury? Davaras stood up hastily and called out; "Wait! Wait, wait, wait, don't you think you're being a little harsh?" He asked with a small hint of desperation in his voice. A small nervous laugh escaped his throat as he watched Ally grab his cloak and then his drink. "You can't be serious! I wasn't even threatening you! A threat is not a promise and if I'm gonna do something, I'm at least gonna make it a promise!" He threw his arms out dramatically, rolling his eyes. Having to explain himself made it all the more frustrating. Why was he so high maintenance? He spent the rest of his money on a drink! For him! That was entirely unfair! With an annoyed sigh and a gentle placement of his hand on his hip, he bit back a scowl. "Can you *At least* Pay for the drink *I bought* You?" He hated paying for things. It was so utterly pointless and it pained him that entire time to pay with *His* Money ~~and not that stupid Dunmer's~~ for a drink that this handsome stranger wouldn't even accept!
William
Ally pulled the cloak around him; his mood could've almost immediately changed once he felt the warm furry fibers brush against his skin. His night could've been so perfect, a nice... Relaxing night. Then this buffoon had to ruin it! It wasn't exactly just how horrifying Dava's treatment methods, but more his unease at his actions - *And the way he threatened to shove the drink down his mouth.* It couldn't be right. Something was off. And he didn't feel like dealing with this annoyance anymore. Ally's glare burned into Dava's and he frowned, why was he so desperate? Why did he want him to drink so bad? His mind started racing but he remained collected, just giving Dava the same stoic look. **"Well, then, do you want to promise anything to me before I leave?"** He muttered under his breath, waving his hand passively at Dava. **"Fine, I guess its only fair I pay you back for the drink. Here."**

He took out of his pocket a single gold coin and flicked it at Dava, rolling his eyes before swivelling his body and marching out of the inn into the cold storm.