Tavern always smells of beer and meat. And even though at noon it was not packed with people like a barrel of herring, because of a bottle thrown onto the floor by someone it is impossible not to trip. As fall, hand involuntarily catches the fabric of hood of one of the visitors, tearing it off his head.

A moment later, a strong hand roughly grabs clothing, pulling closer. In inhuman appearance of stranger, features of a bosmer are hardly visible.

"You-...bumbling human pig!"