CHAPTER 1
The nord and his son walked into the village of Rorikstead. The nord had short black hair and a beard, on a pale white face. He was well-built, with muscles clearly shown through his clothing. He also donned an iron chestplate over his simple clothes, and had a sword dangling from his belt. His son was quite different from himself. He had short blonde hair, and had no visible muscle at all. He wore only simple clothes, and a backpack. If one were to look inside, they would find a stash of fiction books.
The two walked into the village, and headed for a small shop. The sign outside read 'Tastes of Tamriel.' The nord knocked on the door.
"We're closed!" a voice cried.
"Not for me, you're not!" the nord shouted back.
The door swung open, and the argonian owner looked upon the nord. The argonian had dark green scales and two horns on the back of his head. He appeared to be wearing only simple clothes, however concealed beneath this was a small sack of items, including a dagger and a bottle of poison. The argonian smiled as he recognised the nord.
"Veug! What on Tamriel are you doing here?"
"What does it look like? I've come to see an old friend."
"This is Soin," Veug said to his son. "We were friends a long time ago."
Soin smiled at the child, before returning his attention to the nord.
"I was hoping we could stay the night," Veug said. "We were on our way to Cyrodiil."
"I see. Yes, I do have a spare room. Come in."
The two nords walked into the argonian's shop.
"So this is what you've been doing," Veug said. "What do you sell in this shop?"
"Are you kidding? It's called 'Tastes of Tamriel, what do you think I sell?"
"That's not what I meant. What kinds of food do you sell?"
"Exotic food, things from all over the continent. I get a lot of foreign customers looking for tastes from home."
"As long as there's no moon sugar around, we don't need any more skooma dealers."
The kid looked around the shop. The smells of far away lands filled his nose. It all looked wonderful.
"Hey, put that down!" Soin cried, as the kid tried to take one of the foods.
"Let me guess, someone stole your sweetroll?" Veug laughed.
"Heh, if you want to get into that kind of business, I can teach you a few things about thievery."
"Don't you dare, Soin! I thought you gave up pick-pocketing."
"It's a difficulty habit to be rid of. Shall I show you to your room?"
The argonian opened a door at the back of the shop which lead to his house. A table dominated the room, with a fireplace to one side. Multiple chairs dotted the room, and a staircase opposite the fireplace lead to the bedrooms. On the second floor were two bedrooms, one small guest room, with one bed, and another large room for Soin, with a double bed.
"I'll sleep in the guest room for tonight, and you two can share the double bed. Do make yourselves at home, I'll be in the shop."
The kid sat down at the dining table and opened up his rucksack. He took out one of his books.
"Don't do too much reading," Veug warned. "It's not good for you."
Veug walked into the shop with Soin, leaving his son in peace to read.
