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Edwore got up quickly with Frej, gathering his belongings and walking out the door with her to his cart, motioning to the rude Thalmor to follow. He planned to avoid speaking to the elf for a while after the insults that were spat out. He secured his belongings in the back of the cart, and...

Edwore sat back, gulping down his drink and listening, although he was only half paying attention as other thoughts swept through his mind. This wasn't the plan at all, I could have been far gone by now, out the gates and gone from this crowded place. He paused, What am I doing? I've got...

As the speech began, Edwore stood staring into the crowd, beginning to space out as his head throbbed from the heat and the tightly huddled crowd. He rubbed the small bruise on his chest, feeling anxious as he felt tightly packed into the people beside him.. "Dragonfire, Dragonborn, Dead..."...

He paused, turning to look at the elf curiously, "Sketch? Is that a personal hobby or one of the demands of your 'friends'?" He turned away to face to the tall nord and asked, "Is that okay with you? It's definitely an.. excluded place." He gazed up at the balcony, an eyebrow raised in...

Edwore stumbled back a bit, clutching his chest and letting out a small hiss of pain, looking up at the woman. "I.. Yes Ma'am I just thought... my apologies. We should be on our way." He hurried after her, rolling his eyes at Alxallarien as he continued to make snarky comments.

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"Alright..." He rolled his eyes as he hopped out of the cart, grabbing a half empty bottle of water before doing so. "I'll get her up." Shaking his head before he poured the cool water over her forehead, "Wakey wakey miss, it's about time you got to see the show. Why don't you let us help you...

"Don't recall meeting them before, I get many different people all year round and this one isn't a regular." He cocked his head at the man, stashing his bottles under one of the benches and brushing himself off. "I don't care for having deep conversations with blacked out passengers so no, sir...

"Edwore.." He said with his back to the man, focused on trying to drag the heavier woman off of the cart. After finally getting her on the street corner, he turned around to face him. "What's a high elf doing taking a carriage alone at a time like this? Shouldn't you be with your..." He paused...

Edwore took in a breath and sighed contently, keeping the two gray horses at a trot and tilting his head a bit to hear the man more clearly. "You have a high vocabulary, people here may find that amusing. Coachmen are valued here, especially at this time of year..." he simpered as he shook his...

Name: Edwore A. Dunwan Sex: Male Race: Breton Age: 18 Birth Sign: The Shadow Height: 5’4” (short for his gender and race. Gets made fun of for being “woman's height” by other Breton and called a dwarf by local folk) General Description: Wavy brown hair with blonde natural highlights, Dark brown...

James snapped out of it as Chet nudged him, looking up at the man with an expressionless face. As he peered back at the woman, the cloud forming infront of him he stumbled back a bit. He swallowed nervously and turned to move a bit closer to the group. As he stepped closer to them he grumbled to...

James’ mind wandered as he took in the new music the band was playing. He had never been in a bar before, back at his home town they kept the troublemaker away from anything that would add to his flame. Knowing only the small broken houses and buildings in his village, this was all new...

James stumbled out in front of the group, standing with his feet wide and his hands on his hips as he examined the group. “Well hello lovely friends, it sure is a pleasure to meet you all,” he said with exaggerated enthusiasm, before chuckling and taking a goofy bow. he cleared his throat and...

Name: James Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 25 Appearance: short (5’ 5”), scrawny toned, brown messy hair, blue/grey eyes, light skin, and short beard. Clothing: gas mask, brass knuckles, baggy worn out military style jacket, black t-shirt, black torn jeans. Strength- 7 Perception- 6...