The whole tavern fell silent. Obviously someone was looking for a fight. The legionnaires all around the woman stood up almost at once, a mix of anger and disbelief on their faces. The woman didn't look like a tough type, but then neither did the Imperial scouts who were mostly short bosmer, and they had made short work of that ogre just before entering the Bruma Pass. One of them were almost at the bitches throat before some of her comrades held her down. A particularly large looking Imperial without a single hair on his head and only just more teeth than fingers stepped up to the lady.<br/><br/>"Don't be insulting the Legate, Miss. I might just have to beat you up..."<br/><br/>"Enough, Cato..."<br/><br/>Blind-Eye emptied his fourth flagon and turned around, noticeably steadier now than when he first got in there. He focused his eyes on the woman who stood adamant before a dozen angry legionnaires. A pretty lass, reminded him of someone from his past. Couldn't put his finger on it though. He pushed the bald Cato to the side and raised up to to his full length, looking down on her before he wiped some mead from his lips.<br/><br/>"Sit down, all of you! None here that needs to stand up for their old commander. He's fully capable of teaching some uppity gal how the Legion..."<br/><br/>It suddenly hit him like a sledgehammer to the gut. Eleanor Dawnblade. No, she called him Blind-Drunk, didn't she?<br/><br/>"Alise..."<br/><br/>He turned back to the counter and pulled a stool up, taking a heavy seat. There was a streak of sadness over the proud warrior, and suddenly he seemed to actually look his age. The legionnaires seemed to change their mood as well. Their triumphant smiles and nudgings that had erupted as their Legate stood up to this strange woman were gone, replaced with dull masks of pity. It was going to be one of those nights.<br/><br/>"Keep 'em coming, keeper. Don't stop until I am dead or sleeping..."