Samantha
After days of walking, they had finally made it to Helgen. Dar'zaddha couldn't be happier. The pair hadn't truly rested since Windhelm, and his feet and back were killing him.
As they approach the gates, he sighs and stretches, shaking out his leg in the stutters from the stretch. He turns to Haliochtus as they walk and says, "Are you glad we are at another town again? I know I am, my feet are killing me."
Dante
"Indeed, as are mine." He says, he's in much nicer clothing now, and smells much better, "I hope what the people in Windhelm were saying about the mead here is true." He says, "Juniper Berry Mead... It has a nice ring to it."
Samantha
"I hope it has a nice taste to it, too," He says as he approaches the gates, "I could go for a good drink after all that traveling."
Dante
"As could I. As much as I enjoy ale on the road it gets boring after a while." He says with a sigh, "Sleeping in a bed was definitely the highlight of our journey, though."
Samantha
He walks through the gate, giving the guards a nod as he does, "Oh yes, cannot forget about that. It really was one of the better moments. Though, the night we spent with one of the caravans was quite nice as well. I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning singing and drinking with them."
Dante
He chuckles, "I heard, it was quite boisterous." He says, "They had some fine drink, I will say. I haven't had a bottle of Firebrand Wine in a long time."
Samantha
"I still think we should have bought a bottle. It would have been very nice on some of the colder trails. Anyways, where are we headed? You mentioned speaking to someone when we first met," He asks.
Dante
"He's with the Synod, down in Bruma. I'll have to head there, Divines willing the Empire lets me through the Pale Pass." He says, "But first, we should rest some. We've been travelling for some time now." He says, walking to the tavern
Samantha
Dar'zaddha nods and follows, "Hopefully travel will go without a hitch, eh? I will not turn down a chance to rest, though."
Dante
He chuckles, "Be careful with what you say, you may end up having us caught up in a catastrophe!"
Samantha
"Nothing bad ever happens to the khajiit, especially not the ohmes. Just ignore Pelinal Whitestrake," He jests with a chuckle of his own.
Dante
"I'd wager Pelinal was the greatest thing to happen to the Ayleids." He says with a laugh
Samantha
"To the Ayleids, yes, but there were plenty of others who were caught up in his fury. Why do you think you almost never see ohmes outside of Elsweyr? They're not particularly rare," He asks.
Dante
"That is fair. I'm glad to have not lived through the First Era. Although aren't furstocks based on the phase of the moons they are born under? I'd wager the numbers would have recovered by now."
Samantha
"We have, but it is still bad luck for an ohmes to leave Elsweyr. They are mistaken for elves, and it is just a big mess. I am lucky to have my tail and fur to set me apart."
Dante
"That is fair. Ohmes do tend to look a lot like Bosmer, even in height."
Samantha
"A little smaller, actually. Though, I'm sure it is not enough for anyone to really notice unless you are staring at an ohmes and a bosmer side by side. It is only noticeable for us because everyone towers over us," He throws his arms up in mock anger before laughing.
Dante
"Nobody would notice that difference. Bosmer are already so short." He says with a laugh, "Have you simply tried being taller? That's how I do it."
Samantha
Dar'zaddha playfully glares at Haliochtus, "Very funny, Mr. Magical Tree. It is only because you altmer are built like giants without the muscle to back it up that you are so tall. Like a cathay-raht skeleton, you are."
Dante
He laughs, "You're just mad that you aren't as inbred as I am." He says with a jokingly triumphant tone
Samantha
"Oh how could I forget about your altmeri cousin-wives? Yes, it is truly something to be jealous of," He snickers, "Every night, I mourn the fact my parents come from completely different bloodlines."
Dante
"I'm still not wholely certain if the aristocracy actually disposes of 'imperfect' children or not." He says, "But alas, my biological perfection grants me such wonderful boons, such as vulnerability to all forms of magic, so NYEH"
Samantha
Dar'zaddha laughs loudly, "Such wonderful boons, oh great wizard! If only I could be so perfect, all I have are normal resistances to magic and disease and an appropriate amount of muscle for a grown man."
Dante
He scoffs jokingly, "You should be kissing my boots!" He says, upturning his nose like a disrespectful nobleman, before breaking out in laughter
Samantha
He joins Haliochtus in his laughter before saying, "That is enough, I would say. Let us go to the tavern, yes? We can continue this delightful banter over a hot meal that isn't boiled potatoes."
Dante
He catches his breath, "I've missed laughter," He says, "You are right," He opens the door to the tavern, there's only a few people in the tavern, since it's fairly early in the day
Samantha
Dar'zaddha follows after him, looking around at the people inside. He makes note of the time of day, and the lack of people makes sense. He lowers his voice as he speaks to Haliochtus, "How about you find us some seats, and I will get us some mead and a meal?"
Dante
He nods, finding a table in the corner with a window looking out to the city. He sits down and places his journal on the table, flipping through it
Samantha
He steps carefully through the tavern, making sure not to bump into anyone or anything. Approaching the bar, he waits for the bartender's attention before asking, "What do you have for food at this time? We just got off the road, so we are looking for something filling."
Kelly
"We've got stew, fresh from the pot, as well as some bread. Not much else for now, though." The Innkeeper says, he's a Nord with decently long hair, wearing hide armor
Samantha
"Stew and some bread would be just fine, thank you. How much for two servings and two bottles of juniper berry mead?" He gets out his coin purse.
Kelly
"30 septims." He reaches under the bar and grabs two bottles of juniper berry mead and two bowls to fill with stew
Samantha
He counts out 30 septims and slides them over the counter, "There you are, my good man."
Kelly
He nods, "I'll be over at your table with the stew in a moment."
Samantha
Dar'zaddha nods in return, takes the bottles of mead, and heads back towards where Haliochtus has sat down. He sets a bottle down in front of him and sits on the other bench. He sets down his bottle and says, "Let's hope this mead is any good. It and the stew cost me 30 septims."
Dante
He chuckles, opening the bottle, "The cost of convenience, I suppose." He leans his bottle over so they can clink bottles
Samantha
He leans his bottle over in turn, knocking it against Halioctus' with a soft clink. He pops open the bottle and takes a swig then hums, "Not bad."