Alfgore looked up to the knight and smiled sweetly at the young captain "I worship all the gods, but if I had to choose one it would have to be Mara" Alfgore said patiently finishing the last of his drink drink he had ordered and stood scratching at his beard "There are no Daedra here, I would have disposed of them with most haste, you've nothing to fear". Alfgore was telling the truth, there was no Daedra in this inn, but he did have the feeling he would meet one sooner or later in this town or the next Drak'fon does not have a specific god of worship the local guards probably got an uncanny number of reports of malicious spiritual activity. Alfgore started to walk towards the door, he needed to keep moving. As he moved to the door he started to think about why he was in Drak'fon in the first place,that's right, the letter he had received, someone requested his knowledge on Daedra to help deal with some important matter, he put his hand on the doorknob the warm metal was still strange to him, being used to the cold grip of skyrim the heat was a welcome but strange change.