The man looked out of place in the tavern. Not because he was an Altmer, or because he was tall as a tree, or because of the books splayed out in front ot him.

No, he was out of place because he was undoubtedly a noble. Dressed to the nines in finery- even if frayed at the hems- he stuck out like a sore thumb among the more humble, weary travelers.

It would not be long before he would be on the move again, but for now he was enjoying a hot meal, a spiced wine, and a drunk bard's music.