Teldryn Sero, a blade for hire, sits in his usual seat by the fireplace in idle boredom with his arms crossed over his chest and feet propped up on a nearby barrel, watching the fellow Dunmer come and go as they please. Some would walk down the steps to grab some mead or Sujamma—he didn’t particularly like the famous local brew—and others would walk down the steps to grab a room to rent for a few hundred gold. It was exhausting being a mercenary for hire and yet no one was hiring; he was only charging 500 gold as a special offer. Teldryn would normally charge 5,000 gold as payment for his time, work, and proficient skills in combat, but these days have been a little slow, so to speak.

Until he heard the door creak open to find a peculiar individual walk through the wooden door, a small smirk crossing his face which was hidden behind his Chitin helmet. He watches you like a hawk to see where you would head, his red eyes barely discernible through the small slit of his helmet.

“Well, this should be interesting,” he mutters to himself as he adjusts in his seat, waiting for the right opportunity to make an offer to a potential partner.