This is the author, just wanted to leave a quick note. I'm currently rereading and editing the shit that I had called a story before. I now actually know what I want out of this story, and thus I am currently working on making it readable. The story will have a slight change, and I'm removing whatever Ch.6 was and replacing it with something actually decent. The main text is main text, italics is thoughts, Bold Italics is any magical language I say it is at the time, and regular bold, is signs and other read text. Please review or something so I know that I'm not the only one who likes this, it's what inspired me to actually rewrite this piece of shit fiction into something decent. Also, thank you squidgod for the favorite, it's real nice to see someone read and liked the original piece of shit, and I hope the new one is somewhat better.

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The Lizard picked up the leaking bottle that had been knocked over by one the drunken nords passed out on the bar top. As he did, the stool tipped, and the floor rushed to greet his face, earning a purple bruise on the dark green scales of the lizard. Muttering swears at himself, he grabbed the counter and hauled both himself and the barstool that followed him onto his trip to the unswept floor where the scaled lizard had been attempting to go numb for hours. The innkeeper, an olive Imperial shot a withering look at Reptilian Argonian, who merely retorted with "What? Nothing broken."

The Innkeeper just rolled her eyes, and refilled his flagon. Tossing a grubby coin on the table, the Lizard, a particular scarred specimen with three jagged lines running along the right side of his muzzle and a milky white left eye, turned to watch the new bard, who had finally got his lute out after wasting hours trying to bed one of the maids. "This is a song taught to me by Da, who fought in the Civil War".

The Argonian grunted in annoyance and the Innkeeper merely gave a cocked eyebrow as a sound only heard in the dark recesses of the Deadlands. After a minute, it was realized that the bard was attempting to sing "The Dragonborn Comes". The bartender quickly began trying to hush the bard who's singing began waking up the drunk Nords with disgruntled haste. He refused to listen, and once he began to sway to the sound of reality coming to pieces, the lizard looked over and held up a hand filled with lightning, taking aim right at the bard's wide open mouth.

Just before the Lizard could release the lightning at the bard swaying in the corner, the blond man yelped and jumped as a bolt of fire hit the wall right next to him. The Argonian, searching for his saviour, looked around before finally spotting a dressed up Imperial with a Dunmer battlemage in robes and steel boots stomping in and looking around before zeroing in on the scaled patron. "Shit" responded the Argonian, staring at the noble.

Kaz'el POV

It seemed that the Divines found it easy to hold a grudge. A normal evening of trying to get drunk, ignore the "lonely women", drowning memories, and glaring at any who so much as thought they could beg for an apprenticeship was ruined by some Noble and her magical escort. At least I don't have to pay off the guards for murdering the bard, though I suspect they'd pay me instead. The Noble, having finally spotted me in my ragged shirt, approached. I looked around to see if any of the sleeping patrons would wake up and beg for me to save their wife, or dog, or cheese wheel, and overall trying to avoid argument that would inevitably play out.

Before I could remember how the Invisibility spell went, the noble sat next to me, while the mage crossed her arms in the stool on my other side, gingerly moving the vomit covered man who had somehow stayed on the stool. The Imperial ordered a Black Briar and tossed a bag of Septims on the counter like they were nothing. Definitely rich. Maybe rich enough to pay my tab for me.

Once the drink arrived, the noble took a sip, sighing in pleasure, before leaning back and looking at me. She was easy on the eyes, with long dark hair and dark eyes, and an attractive nose that would look cute on anyone. Noticing my look, she brushed back her hair and tried her best to give a unknowingly flirty look, which just looked awkward and even weirded out the innkeeper who had dealt with more attempts to lift her skirt then I can count. Even if she made any progress, she immediately ruined it by opening with, despite the plethora of options available, by using the cliché "I hear you can do things no one else can". Anyone who starts with such a corny line should be forbidden to talk until they atoned for their sins. "As you know, since the Emperor recombined the College of Whispers and the Synod into the Mages Guild, there has been many requests for all magical artifacts to be gathered with the guild, to provide security and allow all access to knowledge" She tried continue on, but I just interrupted her little charade with a chuckle. Does she really think that I'd just give up all of my artifacts and secrets to be misused by shallow mages such as the Synod. Guild or no, she can't just expect that the name would strike fear into me, or make me suddenly rethink everything I know.

"Lady, you must a fool" I finally said. "A pretty face won't change my mind anymore than threats will. I've dealt with many offers and many more threats from everyone, including the Emperor. I may have been a Legionnaire once, but I left years ago. I don't have to give anything to you". Sighing in exasperation, she finished off her drink and ordered another. "Look, they're not taking no for an answer. But I'm offering an alternative. Come with me and I'll explain more in private."

I could have just left and they wouldn't have been able to stop me before I had a small army of Dremora carving the Noble and her escort into little ribbons, but I was curious what the newest proposition was. Peace was dull, and I wanted something to shake it up a little bit. Then again, that may have been the Mead talking. The Black Briar stuff always made me do some stupid stuff. That's why I drink Honningbrew.

I followed the Noble into the side room, making sure to grab the bottle she left in case her proposition gave me a migraine.