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squints, wondering what he has missed...

That so? Hmm... he will have to catch up, then... He also smells new people?

❝Mmmf, morning...❞ He sat in the mead hall at Jorrvaskr, a tankard of mead in his hand. YES, HE’S HAVING MEAD IN THE MORNING

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The Nordic male sat quietly at the bar of the Bannered Mare and sipped his ale. A slight hint of a grin shone upon his face as the bard began to play and sing Ragnar The Red. ❝Love a good song...❞ He murmured to himself before taking a swig of ale.

❛werewolves rule, vampires drool. ❜

Alastor watched the interaction between the stranger and the Harbinger quietly. He sighed softly and went back to his tankard of mead. ❛Poor sod... No doubt Anora will have his head soon... ❜