On the far side of the tavern, was Adriana the Grizzled. She had her back away from the entrance to the tavern and was enjoying some true Nordic mead. Sure, she had all of her chainmail armor on, but her two axes laid on the table so she could easily sit down on the bench without getting hampered by the weapons. She did have a slight scowl on her face, but that was because of a memory the mead started to bring up. But, after one more sip, she was back to a somewhat jovial expression.<br/><br/><i>So close...I'll be in the Legion no time. The big man himself is here, and he'll have to approve of my desire to fight for the Empire! Granted, the bastards could do with some freedom of worship for Talos' sake...but, I suppose that's why more Nords should join the Empire, to put it back on its feet!</i><br/><br/>Yep, the Nordic woman was a Talos worshiper, though she did an outstanding job at hiding it. She knew that, at this age of time, worshiping Talos would get her killed. But none could put a regulation of a person's mind. And she wasn't going to deny the greatest human in history and legend his rightful claim of being worshiped like the Divine he had became.<br/><br/>She didn't even turn around when she heard the door open and close and heard conversations going on. It was still kinda early in the morning and the 'town' was starting to get up and about. Especially with the news of the capture of the Stormcloaks and Jarl Ulfric...and their execution. Surely, that would be a sight to see...but not one for her. She didn't want to see her brethren Nords get decapitated for believing that they were doing something right for their homeland and God.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>