An Enchanting Tale

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  It was late evening when he entered the town gates.

  “Lightly armored means light on your feet. Smart,” the guard said.

  S’maash nodded accordingly before marching to Haelga’s Bunkhouse. Much to his surprise, he found a familiar face bickering with the proprietor.

  “I just don’t understand why there are no argonians in your employment,” Zolara argued.

  “Listen, there simply aren’t any here,” Haelga snapped.

  Upon noticing S’maash had entered, she walked around her counter, and past Zolara, who followed her. S’maash shook his head and laughed.

  “Welcome back. Oh yes, I remember you,” Haelga said to S’maash. “Let me find you a nice companion for the night.”

  The elf thanked her. While she left to find him a lady friend, Zolara approached.

  “No luck in Mzulft, so you come here,” he asked.

  “Something like that. What brings you to Riften anyway?”

  “I couldn’t bear missing out on the excitement, so I took off to Windhelm where I purchased a ride here. I only just arrived. I would have guessed they had better hospitality in a place like this!” Zolara turned to see what Haelga was doing.

  “Your bed awaits, dark elf,” she said.

  S’maash shrugged then patted his friend’s shoulder. “Meet with me tomorrow morning at the town gate.”