The trader cocked an eyebrow at the amorous Breton woman who was practically throwing herself at him. It had been a while since he'd been with a woman. And as it was, Arrille had admitted to himself early on that the male from offered him far more than the latter.
His eyes guided themselves from the Breton to the Bosmer who had also entered. He had always found something oddly alluring about wood elves be it there dark eyes or blonde locks he wasn't entirely sure. All he knew was that this particular one was definitely one to write home about.
Saris, being who she was took notice of this almost immediately. Merco however remained ignorant and drifted past the Altmer up the stairs.
"You like my friend don't you?" Saris whispered to Arrille.
The High Elf's face went as red as a comberry. "What? No I-"
Saris winked. "It's all right, he likes Altmers and would have probably said something, but he's shy."
Arrille moved around the corner and looked up the stairs. "This may seem like an odd request but…perhaps, well perhaps you can set us up for dinner." He shook his head. "No, I couldn't ask that I shouldn't."
Saris shrugged. "Why not? I'll set you guys up, on the grounds that you let me stay here overnight."
Arrille considered the offer for a moment. He didn't know this woman, and had little to no reason to trust her, and yet no one had ever offered him what she just had. He grinned. "All right, done. Just to share a dinner with another would be a treat. And if more was to follow well…"
"The Breton woman chuckled. "Well indeed. I'll have him meet you at the light house as dusk."
Arrille took a key from his pocket and gave it to Saris. The trade house would be closing a little early that night.
"Mind your footing outlander; we'll have no trouble in these parts."
"It's nice to see that the guards are so different here."
The guard glared at his assailant. "Don't think just because you're a Dunmer you make the rules in Vvardenfall. Those of us who are loyal to the emperor would never allow it."
The Dunmer gave the guard a confused look. "I meant nothing by it."
"What's your name?"
"Cion." The Dark Elf said nothing more but considered the possible consequences of turning his back on this guard. The man seemed not only short of stature but short of temper as well. But what he lacked in height, Cion doubted he made up for with his skills in swordplay.
He brushed a loose hair from his face and kept his gaze locked. "I apologize; I meant nothing by my actions. Whatever they were."
The guard nodded. "All right then on your way."
The Dark Elf nodded before heading up the stairs. He pulled open the door to the trade house only to be slammed into the wall by a Bosmer speeding away. He stumbled for a moment before turning around and being knocked backwards off his feet.
"No bleeding way."
"But Merco!"
"There is no way I'm going through with this. No way." The Bosmer downed the last of the brandy and moved for the stairs. Saris snatched the tail end of his jacket. He pulled against her yanking her chair over.
"C'mon Merco, we need this one."
The Wood Elf got free and bounded down the stairs. He lunged for the door when it opened suddenly. He stumbled forward and whacked the person who was coming in. He looked back but kept going.
Saris hopped over the stairs and moved for him. She tripped on the heel of her boot and fell forward. However, instead of hitting the ground the Breton woman fell onto the Dark Elf who had just been hit by her companion.
They toppled over landing on the on the wood floor Saris sneezed as the dust brushed up into her nostrils. She rubbed her nose and blinked looking down at the person she had landed on. And then, for the first time in ages she blushed.