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Dayolin walked to the the city gates. The bandits who asked him to pay a fee were so rude, they got blood on his shoes. They took a fireball but he quickly restored it with a rabbits soul. The gates were as large as ever though they were guarded especially heavily. "What do you want Dunmer?" The guard asked. "I just want to speak to Ulfric...or one of his war ministers. I have a proposition that may bring them a victory." The guard let him in.

The Nords always hated his kind, Talos knows why. The people all around him glared, at him. Surly the Nords would be happy to see a Dunmer mage? Of course not, none of them were open minded to new ideas. Dayolin still casually walked into the inn in the center of town. Walking in he headed straight to the innkeeper for a drink. "Four bottles of Black Briar mead." He looked at the other Nords in the inn. "Make that five." He placed down 125 septims before sitting at a table. Looking around the inn he saw three who were certainly not any local. A Redguard, an Argonian, and an Imperial. Drinking alone was, well of course, lonely and certainly these people were traveling alone.

"Imperial." he addressed the black haired woman. "How be it in Skyrim so far from your home? How about a drink, you look stressed?" Dayolin asked as he pushed of bottle of the expensive mead to the other side of the table.