Brian
"You're a breath of fresh air. Enjoyable to talk to, it's hard to find that in Skyrim, everyone are Nords huffing their own flatulence. Though you seem a bit more eloquent than a dunmer raised here."
Kevin
*Latkir shrugs with a slight smirk, as he goes on to say*"I agree, all these nords can get aggravating at times. I'll take that as a compliment."*Latkir chuckles after the statement*
Brian
"I used to live in Windhelm. Dreadful place. Could've afforded a nice home... Was forced into the slums with the rest of my people. Moved to the college after the locals were fed up with me. Solitude is nice... Though a bit snobbish."
Kevin
"I lived on the outskirts of Whiterun for a while, it was probably the most enjoyable existence in Skyrim their. Though I did rarely go into the city and mostly kept to myself. Though I've been debating on moving to that island, Soulsteim. I lived their for a short time a while ago and it was a lot easier than dealing with these racist nords."
Brian
"Then you have to deal with all of those Great House politics... All of the Hlaalu-Redoran mischief..."
*She looked down. She herself had Indoril, and Redoran blood.*
Kevin
"I just try to stay out of it, I'm not really directly related to any of the houses so I just try to keep my distance from the politics."
Brian
"Ah, then your family must've been Ashlanders. What is your name?"
*She realized she hadn't gotten his name yet. And she was mildly suspicious of him. He seemed odd. Wasn't like the rest of the Dunmer in skyrim. She opened another bottle of wine, that was three. Some special alto wine.*
Kevin
*Latkir quickly responds with an about halfway confident*"Latkir Vilbar."*He says as he thought of some random Dunmer sounding family name*"What about you, I don't think I caught your name either."
Brian
"Nereva Teiilyn. Latkir isn't a Dunmer name. Not a Common one anyway, that's an Ehlnofex suffix."
*She stared him down. Drunk but... Observant.*
"Nor is Vilbar."
Kevin
*Latkir shrugs as he says*"I don't know ask my parents, I'm just going off what they named me."*He continues to try to act confident about his response*
Brian
"I'll take your word for it, I just find it odd."
*She was onto something. She could feel a magical aura coming from him since he entered the inn. Something felt off, though she couldn't place her finger on it.*
Kevin
*Latkir finishes off the bottle of wine he had gotten earlier as he orders another*"My family was somewhat of a odd bunch, I just never questioned it."*The inkeeper brings him another bottle and he begins to take occasional small drinks out of the new bottle*
Brian
"Mine are typical dunmer house loyalists..."
*She took a sip.*
"Hated argonians too. They lived through the Oblivion Crisis, and the sacking of Mournhold after the red year. Nords are worse than argonians, at least argonians have culture."
*She giggled a bit. She seemed to dislike nords, but it was all in good fun. At least it seemed.*
Kevin
*Latkir holds himself back from going on about the nords a bit and decides to just say*"Yea the racism can be aggravating, but you have to deal with that everywhere I've met a few decent nords."
Brian
"There are a *Few* Decent ones. But most only care for Nords. Ulfric is too busy looking at his soldiers oily muscles to give any effort to fix up the Gray Quarter. War is only just beginning though."
Kevin
*Latkir laughs as he hears Nereva*"Yea. I suppose we could say that's why the grey quarter is the way it is."*He says with obvious sarcasm to his tone before taking another larger drink out of his bottle of wine*
Brian
"I don't have much hope for the Empire though. Both are weak little armies, one just has more passion. Should probably head for the college soon. I do enjoy a nice carriage ride."