Anne
"I wanted to be able to make a new life. I found my calling more or less here than back home. Trust me the Nords are one thing and I was expecting you to treat me as how a nord would. Many assume of how I act due to my race."
Robert
The Dunmer raised an eyebrow. "Hm. Well, when it comes to Dunmer, it is often safe to bet that they find you inferior. No matter what race you are." Varis shrugged. "As for myself, should you ever find someone who adorns these kinds of robes, and this insignia," He gestured to the bone mold tablet earrings, bearing the sigil of House Telvanni, "They will likely treat you far worse than any Nord could ever hope to do. As much as I am loyal to my House, I know its faults. I have supported abolition ever since I was young."

He raised his eyebrows, "In fact, our manner of meeting, when you bumped into me, could have easily costed your life in Port Telvannis, seeing as you are not Dunmer, or, let alone Mer." 

Varis mauled over a thought. Perhaps a memory of seeing an execution in broad daylight for that very reason. Though, it did not take long for him to look at Ra'zirr and say, "I am curious, do the Nords often accost you?"
Anne
"I wouldn't say they do. Trust me I don't stick my head in business where they are near. They don't believe for a fact that I would be. Able to stay near them so I won't be near to be accosted."
Robert
"Ah, yes, distance is a splendid remedy to dissipate unwanted attention." He nodded. "Though, in a land rife with them, I imagine they must come stumbling into the neighborhoods their landlords and real-estate moguls might have stuffed people unlike them. Spouting off about others' inferiority. All the while, mead sticks to their tongue, even in gentlemanly business meetings."

Varis shook his head with obvious disdain. "A new age is coming. For all of Tamriel. Maybe not so much the cosmopolitan Cyrodiil, but all the other provinces? Oh, there will come some measure of globalization." He watched as the barkeep finally finished up with the patrons soaking up his attention, and made his way down the line toward the unlikely Khajiit and Dunmer duo. "Such is a goal easily dismissed among the aristocracy, and the lowest rungs of society." 

Varis glanced toward Ra'zirr with a grin, "But, a melody to the ears of money-minded folk."
Shannon
A tall Redguard made his way down the bar, reaching the duo with a finely tailored suit and an air of high-class servantry about him. He looked at the duo, and his eyes immediately glanced toward the silk robes Varis wore, as well as the earrings he wore. In the bonemold was the sigil of House Telvanni. Absolon's eyes shifted toward Ra'zirr, at the more modest apparel, but no doubt decent make. 

The Redguard smiled softly and asked the two, "What can I get you both? Fine wine? Expensive mead? Some Flinn?"
Anne
"How about some Flinn for myself. I'm not in the mood for anything expensive but this kind sir would like to order on his own. Even though I'm paying for him though."
Shannon
He nodded, "Understood. One tab." He looked at Ra'zirr, eyes narrow as the Khajiit said he was prepared to pay. Then perhaps the duo was not going to be as expensive as he had hoped. He looked toward Varis for his order.
Robert
"Same as him. Better to keep the senses sharp."
Shannon
The Redguard nodded, "Two portions of Flinn, then." He turned and walked back down the length of the bar, toward a cabinet with all manner of bottles of varying types and sizes.
Robert
"An excellent choice. That whisky has no negative side-effects, and an exquisite taste. Far better to enjoy a drink and walk away soundly, than toss back vile fermentations and stumble away with a grin, I say."
Anne
"Yeah for sure. Trust me u usual get this when I'm in other places. I would have to see if it's going be similarly made.
Robert
Varis nodded. "It is certainly a delicacy in Morrowind. The one thing I will always give the Imperials and Men credit for, is their vineyards and breweries. Many plantations in Morrowind attempt to recreate their designs, such as Flinn, and sell it themselves at a better, more local price. Though, it is difficult for the vineyards of Morrowind to compete in the ash-bound climate of Vvardenfell and the Mainland's fungi-dominated ecosystem. As for fungi-made beverages... Well, mushroom-everything can get quite dull. Even to a Telvanni."

His eyebrows furrowed. "I wonder, where have you traveled to? If you get this often in other places, I wonder what your journey has been like."
Anne
"Well a lot of places. Trust me I don't sit still when I'm have work to do." He said as he looked at the Elf. He didn't like to reveal every secret all at once.
Robert
The Wizard paused, to listen, but did not comment further. He had interrogated the man quite a bit up until now, and had not gotten very far. Ra'zirr was a difficult person to crack open, no matter how many honeyed words or attempts to reach into his very mind and rend something out, which, Varis respected. 

Though, Varis pondered, if he were to go mute, would Ra'zirr fill the silence? Thus, the Spellwright said, "Ah, of course." 

He glanced toward the counter, running a silver-tipped finger against it, inspecting the craftsmanship.
Anne
As he will be quite quiet as he would be avoiding the situation. He would make sure to not try and pry for sure.

As he looked at him unsure what he was doing besides inspecting the craftsmanship. "Any other magical skills do you possess my kind sir?"
Robert
The Wizard looked up from the wood, and its polished surface, and toward Ra'zirr. His eyebrows rose a tad. "My primary focus is in Conjuration, Illusion, and Mysticism. I dabble in Alteration, as any good flesh-spell is preferred for defense in combat, but, the more eclectic arts, the more theoretical and complex ones, have always been more interesting to me. Destruction, Restoration," He shrugged. "I never had an interest. You said you had little magical skill, but, did any of your mentors?"
Anne
As he listened he understood what the man was discussing. He tapped his fingers against the same countertop nodding. "My mentors barely had any but they only taught me the basics of Restoration. It's understandable to stay alive in this life."
Robert
The Wizard nodded, "Yes, I suppose. Though, a well-placed Illusion spell, a proper Conjuration, or a Spell Absorption, should mitigate any wound one might suffer. After all, with the abundance of temples and do-gooder healers, it becomes a... Valid, but," He shrugged. "Broad, school of magicka. Though, that you know restoration of any capacity, certainly makes you useful, no doubt. And, better yet, hard to kill."
Anne
"Yes for sure. Just I would believe if I stumble into that field I would do my best. Just currently I'm sticking to jsut using my hands for simpler means."
Robert
The Scholar nodded, "Nothing wrong with physical labor, or, manual. Though, it increases profit margins to automate all manner of tasks. Such as, living armor, golems, atronachs, the like, doing all the menial labor and tasks. Creative uses of magic often go unsung, as opposed to the flashy displays of thunderstorms and the blossoming of entire forests."
Anne
"I see where you coming from. Currently I'm just trying to get adjusted to learning more restorative properties spells then I will do that idea. Just I noticed rarely anyone discuss this with me."
Robert
The Wizard smirked, "Well, when it comes to magic, I tend to involve myself. I am a connoisseur of all types, and a theorist in all fields. Have you managed to tend many injuries? I understand that most restoration practitioners strive to be humble, meanwhile they can mend entire limbs from the sinew and stubs of bone. I don't imagine you have those kinds of abilities, but, have you found much practice since you started learning?"
Anne
He would nod to his previous question. He hasn't done any certain mending of entire wounds but bones yes. "I actually had to mend a bond in my leg. I took some damage from a bear when I was out exploring. Luckily I dealt with it and practice and was successful."
Robert
"Hm, quite useful, being out in the wilderness and having your own med-kit in the palm of your hands. Thankfully, I rarely leave the cities."
Shannon
The barkeep came back with two glasses of Flinn, setting them down before the duo, saying, "Enjoy, sirs." He nodded and walked back down the table, toward the other customers. Practically as fast as he could.
Anne
He nodded agreeing. As he gotten his glass he will rise his towards Varis. After he took a strong sip. He enjoyed it as it similar
Robert
Varis nodded in Absolon's direction, politely, but it was practically missed. The Wizard shrugged as he picked up his glass and sipped from it, his eyes shifting to the rest of the tavern, as he scanned the alcoved seating areas along the sides, with dimly lit seating in the middle of the area. Varis raised his eyebrows, looked back toward the glass of Flinn, and looked back toward Ra'zirr. "Well, I must thank you for the drinks. A worthy repayment, for a stumble in the road. Though, once I'm finished, I'll take my leave."
Anne
"Well if you ever back in town. You can find me anywhere. It was a pleasure to meet and speak to you." He said as drinks more of his beverage. He will hum and tap his glass.