DAR'JARGO
Dar'Jargo's mind drifted on the Golden Claw. He had heard rumor that it had been stolen by bandits who took it to Bleak Falls Barrow, and was offered a 1,000 Septim reward for retrieving it. As much as he needed the coin, he was but a mere hunter. Dar'Jargo looked at his bow and quiver lying on the ground beside him. Sitting up in his tent, he slid his fingers slowly across his bow with a sigh. Grudgingly he slung his quiver of steel arrows around his back and grabbed his bow. The rain felt cold against his body, forcing him to move quickly down to Riverwood. Carefully he navigated under the trees as to not get wet. Upon reaching Riverwood, he walked under the awnings until he reached the Sleeping Giant Inn. He rested his hand on the door, having second thoughts.
The door slung open, Dar'Jargo standing in it's frame. The music stopped and everyone look to him. He silently shut the door back, looking around the room. The bard murmured something before he continued his song, as did everyone else, a few looking back at him every once and awhile. He walked uneasily towards the counter, the innkeeper giving a look of disgust.
"Does this one serve..." Dar'Jargo looked around the room before quietly asking him, "Milk?" His face turned a bit pale. The innkeeper grinned a little before nodding his head. The Nord bent under the counter before setting the small-sized bottle of milk in front of the Khajiit. Dar'Jargo let out a grin as he handed 5 septims to him.
"MILK DRINKER!" The innkeeper yelled as he smacked the bottle of milk from the counter, spilling it on Dar'Jargo's legs and feet. Everyone turned to examine the scene. A roar of laughter erupted as they watched him stare at his ruined clothes. Turning his attention to the innkeeper, who was crying from laughter, Dar'Jargo leaped over the counter onto the Nord, unsheathing one of his steel daggers and held it to his face. In an instant, the room went dead silent, nothing but the sound of a dropping mug rung throughout the room. Dar'Jargo's expression of anger faded into that of shock when he felt the edge of a razor-sharp blade rest upon his shoulder.
A woman's voice came from behind him. "Pretty sharp, huh?"