Tagorn spent the remainder of the night stalking the streets of Leyawiin , occasionally finding his way into a house to both feed and steal what little gold that lied inside. Once the first rays of the sun seeped into the sky the Bosmer quickly headed back the tavern that he had visited the day before. As he entered the building, most of it's occupants still inebriated from the night before, he moved his way back to the corner he clamed the night before and sat back into the shadows. Once seated he removed the hood and mask that cloaked his face the whole night. He then ran his pale hand through his crimson hair, smoothing out knots as he went. It was then the bar maiden, a Redguard woman who looked to be in her early twenties, made her way to him. "What will it be sir?" She said in a soft innocent voice. A wicked smile crept onto Tagorn's face before he spoke in a surprisingly smooth and pleasant voice. "Oh, I hate to be a bother my Riel, but I have a craving for a good jagga. Do you have any in stock?" A confused look came over the young lady's face before she spoke again. "Uh... yes we do have some in stock, but what did you call me? Tagorn chuckled some at the woman's question and leaned forward in his seat. "Riel? Well it means beauty my dear." A shy smile came to the maiden's face once she got her answer. "I-I'll go get you that drink now." With that she turned and walked off, a slight blush forming on her face. As she walked away Tagorn admired her rear with a devilish smile on his face. "It's been a few years, about time I knock the cobwebs away." He smirked to himself as he sat back in his chair, placing his feet on the table.