Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

A stark contrast to the outside elements, the inside of the Tavern was warm with a fire that always seemed to be alight. The silky smell of roasting stew lingered in the air along with the unmistakable smell of a strong, stiff mead. Although the numbers within the tavern was low the noise was formidable! Men laughed heartily as they told tales of their tales, a few women chattered among themselves as they enjoyed a nice loaf of bread. It was everything one might expect from a small tavern within an only slightly larger town like Dragon Bride. -and I told the bitch, knock on me table again an' I'll knock something inta your mouth. One man's voice rose over the rest, casually detailing a past altercation with the old man's wife. As if on cue there was a hard knock at the door. He went rigid for a moment as did the older gentlemen he was talking to. All three looked at the door a moment in silence. Well it looks like she's comin' for ya! One of the men finally barked, causing laughter among the three loudest regulars there. A tired looking middle-aged woman shook her head she passed them and approached the door. What kind of nut knocks on a tavern door.. She reasoned with herself silently as she went. She opened the door, not sure what she would see. What she did see shocked her to the core. Her eyes opened wide, mouth fell open slightly as she looked upon a very unfamiliar sight. A soft gasp could be heard from within the inn, the roaring men grew silent. A redguard. But not just a redguard. A redguard by themself was rare, but not unusual. But this redguard.. he looked of the traditional sort. There were no words for the longest moment as she looked at the man, her gaze stuck upon his own. So scared was she that she failed to even notice the man was injured. She shut the door and took a step back, still staring at the aged wood as if she could still see him standing behind it. Natlee, what are you doing?! A softer voice raised up as a new figure approached from the right of her. That was a redguard. From Hammerfell! The young woman almost sounded excited, in fact the small quiver in her voice was impossible to miss. She moved past the woman without a second's thought and reached for the door handle only to be pulled back. Lorelle Lor-ell. don't let that man in. We don't mess with his types. The older woman spoke more sternly now. The young woman's response was a soft roll of her eyes while she pulled her arm from the woman's grasp. Grow up. She comically told the woman easily twice her age. Lorelle finally grasped the doorknob and opened the door for the man. This time to a nicer, albiet somewhat inappropriate greeting. You're from Hammerfell! She exclaimed excitedly before the door was even open all the way. Lorelle stood in the doorway, head tilting to the side, baby blue eyes wide with wonder. Lorelle... the woman was a hidden treasure. A princess in a tower, the tower being Dragon Bridge, hiding her from the outside world. She stood at a comfortable five foot four inches, not too tall and certainly not too short. Her long, somewhat wavy hair was a striking red not often seed from nordic bearings. It fell just slightly past her shoulders and seemed to move perfectly with every fair tilt of her head. Her lips were full, eyelashes thick, hips wide, breasts considerable. There was no question as to why the young lady had ended up working in a tavern. A somewhat unfitting brown dress held her form. It was old and somewhat worn, but the low-cut neck-line made for a nice show. The cleavage that showed was white to the point it was almost glistening.. She looked the redguard up and down without restraint. To see something so exotic was exciting and rare for her, and only then did she notice the blood. Only then did she recognize the smell of blood and snow in the air. Only then did she realize the real danger the man was in. You're injured.. She noted as her eyes seemed to glisten with concern, her excitement turning into genuine concern. Please come in, I'll get you a mead. No. A cloth. No. A room? Maybe that was better. She smiled, somewhat exasperated with herself. Please just tell me what you need and I'll do my best. As she spoke she stepped out to try and put an arm around him without hesitation, unsure of how severe his wounds were and if he would be able to walk on his own.