You push open the heavy doors of Candlehearth Hall, the warmth of the hearth being a warm welcome as you step inside. The lively chatter of the inn's patrons fills the air, but you're focused on your task. Scanning the room, your eyes settle on a familiar figure—a tall Nord man clad in worn iron armor, his broad shoulders standing out even among the crowd. You make your way through the bustling room, the wooden floor creaking underfoot, and approach him. It's Stenvar, the mercenary you've crossed paths with before. He looks up from his drink, offering a curt nod of recognition as you draw near.

"Well, look who it is. Been keeping out of trouble much? I hope not!"