Chapter 2
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Now that he has some coin, he heads to the same tavern he saw when first entering the town, so he exits the alleyway and makes his way to the tavern, tying the bags to his waist, a bit more securely then the drunk man did.
As Drago is walking a group of people walk past hi not giving him any look, but the group is rather an interesting one, as it contains a human and an elf walking side by side as if they are friends.
The last Dragonborn looks back at the two races completely surprised, due to Thalmor taking any Talos worshipper or any of the human races for interrogation and torture the races of man have had a distrust to the elven races case and point Ulfric Stormcloak and his mistreatment of the Dark Elves back in Windhelm.
Drago could feel flames building up in his mouth when thinking up that name, Yes Drago could understand his intention he wanted Skyrim to be strong, but causing a civil war to obtain power is as much of a unjust way of obtaining power, as shouting at Torygg in a sword match, if he challenged the king it would have been sword against sword not using a power like the Thu'um in melee combat.
Pushing that traitor to the back of his mind, he needs to eat, as fighting or stealing on an empty stomach can causing problems, he heads to the tavern
After a short walk he arrives at the tavern and once again he can see the girl with silver hair greeting him. "Hello, and welcome to the Hostess of Fertility would you like to take a seat." She welcomes The Dragonborn with a cheery smile.
Drago is taken back at the happiness "Um, thank you I would like that." He accepts the offer.
Opening the door, he can feel a warm atmosphere, as he sees people of different races eating and drinking, like they have no issues if he had to compare it was like he was in the Ragged Flagon after successful heist.
Looking around he sees a chair at the bar, so he heads there and takes a seat, taking off his weapons and placing them in arms reach pulling down only his face mask but keeping his hood on and face down, not wanting people to see his face.
"So, what will it be kid?" A loud voice asks him.
He looks up to see a large woman taller than any Nord with brown hair in the style of a ponytail wearing a grey version of the uniform.
"Do you have any mead and food?" Drago asks, normally he would go for the wine, but during his time in Skyrim he had grown to like the mead.
"I sure do, if you got the coin that is." She leans in with a smile.
The Dragonborn grabs the coin bag, opens it and takes out a few coins "Will this be enough." He places it on the counter.
The woman takes the coins and counts closing it in satisfaction "That is plenty, I can get you pasta with the amount you gave me."
Drago nods "Yeah that will be fine."
Now knowing the order of the Dragonborn she heads into the kitchen to tell her the order.
Now that he is alone, he studies his environment, especially the races in the tavern, as many of them are not known to Tamriel.
The first are short men with beards that would put most Nords to shame, the second are just as short but have more childish look to them, of course he thought they were children but the fact they drank Alcohol removed any notion from that, the third and final group have animal features just like the girl he first met, but not just cat, dog and other animals. The only race he recognises are the elves, but they look nothing like the ones he knew back home.
They lacked the Dark skin and red eyes of the Dunmer of Morrowind, the short statur, the brown skin of the Bosmer of Valenwood, or the tall golden skin Altmer of the Summerset Isle, they look like very beautiful humans with pointy ears.
"Here you go." The large woman heavily places the food on the table.
"Thank you miss?" Drago leads on hoping to get an answer.
"Mia Grande, but the folks call me Mama Mia." Mia introduces herself.
"I'm Drago, I just arrived here in the city." He says not trying to divulge to much information.
"I would have guessed that, I would've recognised that armour quite easily." Mia commented on his look.
Drago smiles at the comment "I try not to stick out I don't like the attention."
"Welp you failed on that part." Mia tries to joke with Drago.
"I'll keep that in mind next time." He pours his mead into a glass, and takes a sip, he places the glass down and picks up his cutlery and starts to dig in.
The meal is quite delicious more flavourful then the hearty meals of Skyrim which tend to be more on the bland side of things.
"Are you enjoying the meal sir." A young voice calls him.
He looks up from his meal to see the silver haired girl smiling.
"Yeah, the food is quite delicious, I dare say it's as good as Cyrodiil's cooking." Drago quickly covers his mouth, remembering that he might not be on Nirn.
"Cyrodiil? I've never heard of that place before." The girl looks up while placing her finger on her chin.
"On another note, I do not even know your name." Drago tries to change the subject.
"Oh, I'm Syr Flova, I'm the head waitress of the Hostess of Fertility, and what about you." Syr asks.
"I'm Drago, a wondering adventure like I told that woman over there." Pointing to Mama Mia "I just arrived."
"Wow you must have a lot of adventures; I would really like to hear some of those stories." Syr asks with curiosity.
Drago laughs inside "Well, I did face…" he couldn't finish as Syr's attention is taken by a special guest to her.
"Bell you made it." Syr runs to the boy named Bell.
"Thank the nine:" He whispers to himself.
The Last Dragonborn turns to see a white haired boy with blood red eyes making him look like a rabbit, wearing a black shirt with a brown jacket, brown trousers and black boots, to Drago he looks like a runt, who bit of more than he can, then again he was the same when he first adventure so he had no right to judge. The boy walks over and takes a seat at the bar as well, looking a bit down as if he got duped by Clavicus Vile.
"Bad day kid?" Drago tries to start a conversation.
"Yeah, I didn't earn much from the dungeon." He sighs in sadness.
"It's aright kid, not everyone gets fame and glory on their first try, all you can do is keep trying and one day you will get your desires." Drago gives advice.
"He isn't wrong Mr. Cranel, it takes time and a lot of work to get what you want." A voice says, they both turned to see an elf with green hair and green eyes, wearing the same uniform as Syr.
"Well nice to know that my words can help someone." Drago takes another sip of his mead.
"So where are you from sir?" Bell asks
"Me, I'm from the far north, you probably never heard of it." Drago lies.
"Oh, so what brings you here to the city of Orario, are you here to join a família?" Bell asks.
"I don't know, what is a Família, is it some sort of guild?" Drago asks trying to dig up as much information as possible.
"No the guild deals with the day to day business with the famílias and make sure they pay there taxes and follow the guide line, Famílias are when people form a packs with the local gods and do different roles, some focused on exploring the dungeon while others are focused on smiths and so on so on." The Elf girl explains.
"So, it's like my contract with Nocturnal, I'm bound to her even in death but at the same time not like my contract." He thinks to himself, but the decides to dig for a little more information "So kid, what Família do you belong to?"
"Um, I belong to the Hestia Família." Bell answers timidly.
Drago picks up the glass "Must be pretty popular." He then drinks the liquid in the glass.
"No, no one wants to join the Família because we're poor." Bell sighs.
The Last Dragonborn places the glass on the table and smiles "Perfect, I can join his família, then I can create a network without the authorities pocking their noses in my business, but I need to pick my moment just right."
The Elf takes Bell order and which he found out that the Elf's name is called Ryu.
"Another mead." Drago orders another drink, this time to Ryu.
"Of course, give me a moment." Ryu goes behind the bar to grab another drink.
"You really like mead, don't you sir." Bell asks the Breton.
"Drago." He simply said.
"What?"
"Call me Drago." He says
"Oh okay, Mr. Drago you like Mead don't you."
Drago sighs "Please drop the Mr it makes me feel old, and yes where I'm from mead is the quite popular, plus it warms me up." As he finished that sentence Ryu places a new glass on the table, which he opens up and smiles at the honey sent.
Bell nods but then his eyes are drawn to the weapons that he is carrying, Drago notices this and smiles "If you are curious the sword on my hip is called Dragonsbane and the dagger is called Mehrunes' Razor, the sword on my back is a little special."
"So, I take it that sword is effective against dragons?" Bell asks.
"Yeah, when you are in the dragon slaying business, you need a weapon to take those things down quickly, but since I'm a natural dragon slayer it's not that bad." He explains.
"Wow, you must be amazing at slaying dragons, you must be a hero to the people then." Bell says with a sparkle in his eyes.
"Bell It's a job, and a thankless one at that, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy a little praise every now again." He says before taking a bite out of his meal.
Bells meal arrives and Syr smiles, Bell then starts counting how much money he will have remaining, which stress him out, but he is completely shock when Mia placed a grilled fish on the table, and the price almost gives Bell a heart attack.
"Poor kid, he seems to have the worst luck." Drago sympathises with Bell.
"Mew, the big reservation has arrived." The cat girl
things are now starting to get interesting as a new group enter the tavern and frankly the young Breton was not impressed.
To him the group looked like a bunch of cocky kids, especially the boy with the silver hair, he stinks of arrogance and he hates those types, instead of helping others he would insult them rather than help them.
Bell on the other hand looks like he is in a trance staring at Sword Princess, while Drago is tapping the back of Bell's head to see if his mind has wondered Oblivion.
The atmosphere has changed the focus is now on the new group, curious Drago decides to ask one of the waitresses.
"Ryu who is that group." Drago asks.
Ryu's look didn't change as she answered the question "That's the Loki Família, one off the strongest Família in Orario."
Drago looks away from the group "A bunch of stuck ups if you ask me." He finishes the rest in his head, while taking a drink.
"And Lady Loki likes to come here often, especially after expeditions." Syr continues
The night once now different the whole bar is focused on the Loki Família and Bell is just staring at Aiz in a daze and Drago, is on his third mead, but still no satisfied, but realising he is low on coin his third will be his last.
Everything is peaceful, until the wolf named Bete decided to open his drunk mouth and go on a rant.
"So Aiz, tell us that story." Bete says with slur.
Drago buts his glass down and leans on his chair to listen in, on what that drunk fool is going to say.
"What story?" the doll faced blonde asks with a tilt in her head
Bete slams his hand on the table shaking it a little "You know the one, when you took care of the last Minotaur, that you killed so you could rescue some punk kid." Bete laughs at the end,
The Last Dragonborn's eye twitched out of reaction, "Minotaurs are only found in the province of Cyrodiil, but yet this place holds them here?" he looks to Bell who is shaking like a leaf, trying to hold back his anger "Bell you okay?" Drago places his hand on his shoulder.
Bete covers his eyes and continues to laugh "Oh boy, you should have seen it he was covered in the Minotaur's blood he looked like a tomato, it was hilarious." This time the other members started to laugh.
"That's enough Bete, it was our fault that the minotaurs escaped the 17th floor, Level 1 adventures were not meant to face them early." The elf scolds the werewolf.
Bete stand up in anger "What! You two Riveria the brat bit of more than he can chew, the little punk was way out of his element." He then turns to Aiz, "Come on Aiz, who would you rather be with a strong man like me or a punk like him."
Bell having enough storms off in anger not paying for his meal, Drago takes out the coin he owes and just does nothing, until Syr comes up to him.
"Please save him, I'm scared he might do something rash." Syr asks.
Drago smiles and stands up "I will do it, but I want something in return when I comeback." He waits for Syr to nod, which makes him smile "do you know where me might go?"
"He's heading towards the dungeon." Syr points to the direction.
Nodding he pulls up his mask and runs towards the dungeon to help a poor kid from being splattered.
After a while he arrives at the tower and sees a door, he quickly enters it and goes down the stairs.
Inside the dungeon Drago draws his Nightingale sword and Mehrunes' Razor and it is a good thing he did, as a small werewolf like creature pounces behind him, but it was to slow as he quickly turns around and slices the creatures head off.
Doing that the creature dissipates into black smoke leaving behind a black stone, sheathing the sword he picks up the rock and examines it, noting that it looks like a black soul gem, but with a strange orange light in the centre, putting it in a rucksack behind his cape to figure out what to do with it.
Looking around he realises that is a maze, and that finding the kid in this place will be difficult, he uses his Illusion Spell Clairvoyance to help him find his goal. Seeing a trail going down to the left he starts following the light.
Drago stops casting his spell, and stops moving as his way is blocked by those small werewolf monsters, "I've don't have time for this." Taking a deep breath, he can feel his chest heat up "YOL TOOR SHUL" Drago breathes his dragons flame burning the monsters to a crisp, Continuing running past them, he recast his spell and follows the trail.
As he is running, he wonders something "How deep does this go? I must have gone down at least four levels, this is deeper than any Nordic Ruins I've ventured in." he cancels the spell to let his Magicka reserves replenish "By the nine, I've been lucky not to deal with difficult monsters, but I don't want to push my luck with Nocturnal."
Thinking that the kid is lost, he decides to head back out, but he doesn't when he hears metal hitting flesh, thinking he found that little rabbit, he heads to the sounds.
He arrives seeing Bell who is badly beaten up fighting strange shadow humanoids with a single crystal on their face, and Bell is facing against six of those things.
Drawing the sword on his back and the razor, he runs and stands behind the boy, not saying a word.
The two warriors waiting for the creatures to make move, and one did as it pulls back its hand enlarging it and making the tips of its finger as sharp as knifes.
Drago quickly throws Bell to the side to save him from being diced and quickly dodges to the side hitting it in the centre of its face killing it instantly, rolling to the right to avoid being impaled by another of the shadow humanoid, and with a swift motion of his arm decapitates it.
Quickly he throws Mehrunes' Razor and goes throw the third one with little resistance the razor now imbedded in a wall.
Two of the creature's rush over preparing to slash Drago, but it's pointless "FIEM!" His body becoming an ethereal and the attacks passing through him. Once he becomes solid again using his strength, he grabs the necks of the creatures and crushes it killing them instantly.
Now on the last one, it enlarges it's hand like the last 5, but if history is going to repeat itself, he twirls the sword and points it at the monster.
Before he charges in, Bell runs past him with determination in his eyes, the creature is slashes but Bell is a bit faster, and strikes it in the jewel on its face, when it disappeared Bell falls on his knees out of exhaustion.
Placing his sword back on his back he walks to razor and pulls it out and putting it back in its scabbard, then he walks over to Bell to check if the kid is alive and luckily, he still is, resting him on his shoulder he takes the kid out of this place.
Now outside he lies Bell down on his back and cast his Healing Hand and casts it and quickly the wounds start to close and bruises disappear and after a minute of healing the kid is healthy again.
The temptation to steal was unbearable he was so defenceless but he could tell he didn't have much money and one of the rules he followed is not to steal from the poor besides he still a kid and to him, stealing from someone young is just unforgivable.
Bell starts to gain consciousness and he can see Drago standing over him with his face covered "Drago, why are you here?"
Drago looks down to the kid "Syr wanted me to rescue you, and I wanted to ask you something."
Bell head tilt "And what is it you want to ask?"
"I would like to join your Família." He simply asks.
Bell couldn't believe it, someone wanted to join his Família he thought he would be the only one, but here is someone who wants to join it, "Really!?"
Drago nods "Yup, I thought about it and I want to join."
Bell gets up, but stumbles a little, which Drago quickly catches him, "Let's get you back home."
With Bell on his shoulder they start walking to their home.
Hestia the goddess who is the head of the Hestia Família was standing outside an abandon church waiting for her only Child Bell Cranel to return after she ran out in a fit of anger.
"Bell where did you go." Hestia asks worried.
She looks up to see a man in raven black armour covering his face and three weapons on him, holding an unconscious Bell.
Hestia seeing this she run to the man and Bell trying to figure out what happened, "Bell!"
Releasing Bell, he limps towards the little girl and he collapses on the girl who catches him.
"I'm sorry Goddess." Bell whispers to Hestia.
"Don't worry Bell, all that matters is your safe." Hestia answers back.
Drago examines the girl and he noticed a few things, she short with long black twin tails wearing a simple white dress, with a blue ribbon supporting her unrealistic large bosom.
"Are you Hestia?" He asks
"Yeah, who are you?" Hestia asks back.
Bell gets up and stands next to his Goddess "He's called Drago Goddess Hestia, he's new to Orario and he said he's looking for a família." Bell explains.
"Goddess? Are you telling me she is an Aedra, no Aedra can't walk the mortal plain, so that means she a Deadra?" He decides to move cautiously because angering a god-like being tends to end badly.
Hestia looks at Bell and then to Drago "Why would you want to join my little Família, with someone of your deminer the Loki Família should be more of your style." Hestia asking to ascertain the motivation of this guy.
"I prefer smaller groups, to many of the Famílias are to packet for my liking." He tells a half-truth.
Hestia leans in trying to find a motive "Pull down your mask and hood." She demands.
Not wanting to cause a fuss he does and his features are now visible to them.
"So, you're a half elf, no wonder you wear that hood and mask must be difficult to walk around." Hestia says.
Drago is confused by this statement, he wears that hood and mask to hide his identity, the Bretons aren't half elf, yes, they have high elven ancestry but they are respected for their culture and their magical prowess.
"Well you did rescue Bell so you aren't that bad." Hestia thinks it over.
"Please Goddess, he's a really good fighter and he did save me." Bell begs to Hestia.
Hestia folds her arms, closes her eyes and sighs "Fine he may join our Família, but only if he behaves himself." She points a finger at him.
"Of course, Lady Hestia, I assure you I won't cause any problems, I have no desire to cause trouble." Drago assures the petite Goddess.
"Right then let's go down and give your Falna and then you and Bell can go to the guild to register and buy some new clothes." Hestia enters the church with Drago and Bell following the Goddess.
Here is the second chapter
