<strong>Name:</strong>Valen<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Briza, Sovelis, Open<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, I recall those days- I was the only Bosmer at the college who could be as stubborn and loud mouthed as a Nord."</strong>he joked, letting the nostalgia wash over him, easing him a little of his previous tensions.<strong>"I certainly didn't think I'd be allowed to work here. Lydia needed someone to teach conjuring while her other duties started getting in the way. Winterhold is growing, which is good and bad for the college- we've got more on our plate than ever before."</strong>he explained<strong>"I assume that's got something to do with why you're here, right?"</strong>he asked, as the bar maid passed them and Briza bought drinks.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, I've tasted it. I'm here quite often. Most mages here drink black briar. You're thought of quite fondly. My family is down in southern Skyrim, you know. A couple of my siblings in Riften have jobs because of what you've done there. "</strong>he told her, having so much to say that he seemed to have to change topics at every other second. These words did come with an expression of sincere admiration to a woman who'd he'd seen achieve so much while he was just learning to be a proper mage.<br/><br/>She followed her eye-line to the other Dunmer<strong>"Huh. You ever wonder why these adventurer-types never look like they're having fun? Always so sullen and serious, right?"</strong>he asked casually, not knowing much of marrowind politics other than it seemed to him to be an ugly grayish-brown landscape groups fought desperately over. He'd heard of Morag Toog in passing, but would never be able to identify them. Sovelis looked to him to just be the type of mer he admired as a kid, who had the neatest weapons and armor, and were always off on a quest to fight some sort of monster or another. Adventuring. That was still a racket he wanted to toss his hat into. That sounded more interesting to him than teaching.<br/><br/>He found it odd she looked so ready to leave before they even got their round of drinks. He'd be distracted though by her particular wording, he hadn't had a guest in his bed for quite some time now.... He stood up with a grin, clearly ready to go right away.<strong>"A few things...? Oh. Well... I suppose I could always use more lessons from a former teacher."</strong>he flirted, taking her arm in his and escorting her towards the door like he imagined some rich Riften socialite might.