Candlehearth Hall was the first thing the Argis saw when the two entered Windhelm. It was a welcoming sight against the dreary sky and equally dreary city. He couldn’t figure if it was the weather that seemed to cast a gloom over everything or if something else hung over Windhelm. All it did was make him long for Markarth.
Nikolai led the way without a word and Argis followed in kind. Neither had said a word since the revelation of the young man’s mythic identity. In truth Argis didn’t know how to respond. Why hadn’t he said something before? How long had Nikolai known what he was? So many questions rolled around in Argis’ mind but he knew of no tactful was to broach the subject.
“Go and find a place by the fire,” Nikolai said as they entered the inn. “I’ll see to getting us a room and some food.”
The sound of singing drifted from the upper floor of the inn as Argis ascended the stairs. The room above opened before him, the hearth being the focal point of it all. Few people milled about, most drinking and having hushed conversations. Argis shook off the remaining snow and the cold as he settled close to the hearth.
“Can I get you a drink?”
Argis glanced up and paused, staring a moment too long at the young barmaid. “Yes, two pints of mead for now.”
The woman smiled, “Two?”
“Yes. My companion is getting a room.”
“Alright,” the woman chuckled, “two pints coming up.”
Argis watched the barmaid disappear down the steps and cursed softly the moment she was out of sight. This was the last thing he needed. Thinking about it Argis didn’t know if Nikolai was the jealous type let alone if he knew how difficult it would be for Argis to try and curb what was only natural. ‘Either way,’ Argis thought, turning the ring he wore about his finger, ‘I just need to watch myself.’
“Hope you don’t mind soup.”
Argis turned his eyes to Nikolai as he took his seat. “Sounds fine. You manage to get a room?”
“Yes,” Nikolai nodded. “Had only a few rooms left but managed to get something relatively nice.”
“What is your business here anyway?”
“I’m trying to get an audience with Ulfric Stormcloak.”
Argis’ eyes widened, “Ulfric? Do you know how hard it is to see that man these days? Do you truly believe that you can just walk in to the Palace of Kings?”
“I’ve had a run in with Ulfric once before,” Nikolai grinned. “Jogging his memory should be more than enough to help get an audience.”
“A run in?”
“Yes.”
“And what are you planning?”
“I was going to inquire about his cause in this war.” Nikolai lowered his voice, “Maybe even seeing what the Imperials have to offer. Just a little information gathering on my part.”
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Re: My Favorite Drinking Buddy (3a/?)
Date: 2013-07-29 08:03 pm (UTC)Nikolai led the way without a word and Argis followed in kind. Neither had said a word since the revelation of the young man’s mythic identity. In truth Argis didn’t know how to respond. Why hadn’t he said something before? How long had Nikolai known what he was? So many questions rolled around in Argis’ mind but he knew of no tactful was to broach the subject.
“Go and find a place by the fire,” Nikolai said as they entered the inn. “I’ll see to getting us a room and some food.”
The sound of singing drifted from the upper floor of the inn as Argis ascended the stairs. The room above opened before him, the hearth being the focal point of it all. Few people milled about, most drinking and having hushed conversations. Argis shook off the remaining snow and the cold as he settled close to the hearth.
“Can I get you a drink?”
Argis glanced up and paused, staring a moment too long at the young barmaid. “Yes, two pints of mead for now.”
The woman smiled, “Two?”
“Yes. My companion is getting a room.”
“Alright,” the woman chuckled, “two pints coming up.”
Argis watched the barmaid disappear down the steps and cursed softly the moment she was out of sight. This was the last thing he needed. Thinking about it Argis didn’t know if Nikolai was the jealous type let alone if he knew how difficult it would be for Argis to try and curb what was only natural. ‘Either way,’ Argis thought, turning the ring he wore about his finger, ‘I just need to watch myself.’
“Hope you don’t mind soup.”
Argis turned his eyes to Nikolai as he took his seat. “Sounds fine. You manage to get a room?”
“Yes,” Nikolai nodded. “Had only a few rooms left but managed to get something relatively nice.”
“What is your business here anyway?”
“I’m trying to get an audience with Ulfric Stormcloak.”
Argis’ eyes widened, “Ulfric? Do you know how hard it is to see that man these days? Do you truly believe that you can just walk in to the Palace of Kings?”
“I’ve had a run in with Ulfric once before,” Nikolai grinned. “Jogging his memory should be more than enough to help get an audience.”
“A run in?”
“Yes.”
“And what are you planning?”
“I was going to inquire about his cause in this war.” Nikolai lowered his voice, “Maybe even seeing what the Imperials have to offer. Just a little information gathering on my part.”