(http://images.uesp.net/0/0e/Lore-race-Bosmer.png)<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Valen<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Though Valen had become used to a schedule of alternating a couple months in Winterhold, then a couple months traveling, writing, and researching,, he'd been stuck working at the college for almost eight months at this point! He felt obligated to the college for bringing him a rather successful career, and when the Grand Conjurer was short handed, as she had been recently, he would take on more responsibilities there. It had become a bit ridiculous now though, since he'd never intended to work consistently and full time for the mages college. It seemed to him he may simply have to leave his duties here behind if things didn't slow down on there own.<br/><br/>After a busy day of running errands and instructing classes of young mages and running errands he'd finally found some free time, so he'd wandered across the college's bridge to his old home away from home, The Frozen Hearth. He'd worked there a number of years when he was still a kid scraping coin together to send home or to buy books with. It was a familiar place, where all the regulars knew him well, and the Nords tended to open up, even to an elf, after so many years of hardy drinking together.<br/><br/>When he first arrived the inn  wasn't very busy. He'd bought himself a drink, sat at the bar and contemplated his next real goal. He'd wrote enough voloumes on Dwemer weaponry,and spent enough nights in the stone floor of their underground ruins.Letting himself fall into a teaching role permanently would be too dull- even if it may give him a shot at being a new arch-mage decades upon decades from now when he's old and gray. He could try and solve some of the issues Winterhold was facing- the smuggling, the Daedra, the Falmer? He didn't like leaving the place he'd spent so many years in trouble. But there was something interesting going on in Skyrim. The talk of the two heirs. He was curious to know who's side he should be on, how he might contribute to these monumental events. Perhaps this could lead to another great push against the Thalmor? He hated the idea of simply letting them prepare for whatever their next scheme would be.<br/><br/>Of course all this thoughtfulness would end when a crowd slowly started shuffling in. the place had only become more active over the years as the city grew. He'd greet everyone he knew and made some fun chit-chat. It wasn't too long until the bard showed up and started playing a couple tunes.  This was getting to be the type of situation he enjoyed, everyone getting nice and jovial, Valen patting shoulders and making "So an Imperial and an Altmer walk into a bar..." type cracks.