Ja'Dar noticed all the nasty looks that he was getting, and so he gave it right back. He added the Krin his kind loved to give to those who looked down upon them. It was a smile but it also looked much like a common cat hissing without the noise. He enjoyed the company of the young Khajiit with him, even thinking of marrying her rather than his love back in Riften. That is the thing about being the Puckish Rogue, that you can't help but admire all of the ladies. Ja'Dar drank enough to feel happy but not enough to inhibit any of his skills. He was merry and enjoying the evening. Despite being surrounded by so many Nords, he felt as happy as he was when he lived in Hammerfell. He flirted with the Khajiit, finding out her name, Bhisha, and spent much of his time with her. He wondered if she had ever seen the wonderful island of Stros M'Kai and offered to bring her there one day if she wished.<br/><br/>She enjoyed his attention as much as he did hers. She sat comfortably on his lap, playing with his hair, and his chin, petting at him as the night went on. Not many noticed the old man as he sat in the dark corner of the tavern, especially when the merry making got to be too much for two Nordic men who started a fight. Everyone cheered and jeered for a winner and a loser until the fight was finally over. The two men were bruised, tired, and drunk so they decided to head home while everyone else assumed their fun. Ja'Dar was getting ready to bring Bhisha back to his room when another drink came to him. He decided he would finish it rather than waste the coin. This decision put him at the location that fate seemed he needed to be at.<br/><br/>Outside the town, it seemed to be the darkest night ever as the torches barely illuminated a few feet in front of the guards. Of course the light could be seen from the darkness. Movement was hard to spot and as the Vampires moved through the darkness, most of the guards didn't know what was happening until it was too late. Soon the Vampires were at the door of the tavern. They were waiting for the signal from the old man. He stood up and was soon seen by all as the tavern went silent with only a few whispers. He soon started shouting nonsense warning everyone there that the end was soon and that the tyranny of the sun was soon at an end. Once his speech finishes, the Vampires will attack. That is the plan as it was ordered to them from their Lord Harkon.